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Author:    Aros           
Date:      Sun May 27 21:12:59 2007
Subject     Hero of Solace: An unlikely friendship

Prowling along the treetop streets of solace, Aros was again
wandering the night
without a place to sleep.  Alone, tired, and vaguely misplaced
some may call its
lost, but kenderkin are never lost Aros was searching got even a
bird's nest
large enough for him to sleep in.  So far, his search had been
fruitless, but he
was still hoping However, as he approached the corner overlooking
Crystallmir
Lake, he froze.  Something was not right.  The wildlife,
previously loud and
raucous, had become deathly silent, sac for the occasional
stifled trill of a
bird.  Crouching in the shadows, Aros snuck as only kenderkin and
elvenkin can. 
As he rounded the corner, he saw a shadow detach itself from a
wakk, and heard
the metallic rasp of a sword being drawn.  Thinking rapidly, Aros
grabbed a
small object from his pouches before stashing them in an empty
barrel.  He then
watched as two red eyes scanned the darkness, seemingly looking
for him. 
Holding up the special lantern given to him to him by his
adoptive mom, Miranda,
Aros was able to see a human sized figure outlined by a pulsing
red aura and he
gasped softly.  The figure whirled, and, knowing he was caught,
Aros stood and
moved into the moonlight.  The figure only chucked at the small
kender

"Who are you, evil being?!"  Aros exclaimed, bravery showing in
the face of
adversity.  The figure reached up and pulled down its cowl.  "I
am Ayasana uth
Matar, Baroness of Uth Matar, and loyal Ronin of Takhisis.  You
are disturbing
me.  Leave now, and i will not kill you."  Fire flaring in his
eyes, Aros
defiantly stood in front of the lady, unafraid and unwilling to
let her
slaughter innocents, for surely that must be what she is here to
do!

"Brave fool, i did not wish to do this.  But you leave me no
choice.  If anyone
finds out that i am standed here, they will hunt me down" Ayasana
whispers as
she pulls back her cloak.  In her hand is a dark blade, gleaming
softly in the
moonlight.  The blade whispers softly to those who choose to
listen, a
whispering voice that weaves its way into Aros s head.  Pulling
free his
weapons, dragon teeth daggers belonging to the DemonsBane family
for
generations, Aros shifts slightly, readying to fight.

Aysana lungesm barely missing Aros's slight form as his spins out
of the way. 
"Too slow" he taunts then ducks and rolls as the katansa whistles
in the air
above his head.  Dodging easily out of the range of the katana,
he pauses. 
Feinting at her, drawing her focus away from his left hand, Aros
chucks a small
object at her, hitting her across the temple and knocking her
unconscious just
as her stab peirces his side.  Eyes rolling up into her head,
Ayasana feints.

"Ouch, that must have hurt" he mumbles as he limps weakly over to
his pack.
Grabbing his spare shirt, he uses his dagger to slice it into
strips, binding
his wound.  He then hobbles over to inspect her.  Squatting down
next to her, he
notices blook on her cloak.  Removing her cloak, he is shocked to
see that she
is badly hurt, and not because of him.  Muttering softly, he uses
his water and
his shirt to clean and bind her wounds, flushing in embarrasment
as he wraps her
head where he struck her.  He then notices a small object at her
elbow, the
object he threw at her.  It is a small elf holding a golden harp,
an object
given to him when he entered Branchala's service.  Whispering a
small prayer to
his patron gof, Aros settles down near Ayasana to sleep for the
night.

A gron of pain awoke Aros, and he turned to see Ayasana
struggling to rise, a
grimace on her face.  Quickly, he hurried over and restrained
her.  "You have a
concussion, and many grievous wounds.  Dont move, please." 
Scowling at him when
she saw who he was, she none the less followed his instructions
and lay back
down.

Author:    Aros           
Date:      Sun May 27 22:54:50 2007
Subject     Hero of Solace: an unlikely friendship cont.

Starting a fire, he cooked a small packet of meat he had found in
her pack, and
handed her half for breakfast.  "I'm sorry I don't have more, but
this is the
best we have."  Smiling, he helped her cut up and eat her
portion.  He also
pulled the cloak around her tighter, both to keep her warm and to
keep her
stationary.  Munching on his food, he pelts her with a barrage of
questions. 
"So, how did you end up out here?  My name is Aros by the way. 
How did you get
hurt so badly?"  Aros talked on and on, but he also listened as
Ayasana told him
her story, saying she was adventuring, intent on punishing the
elves for their
refusal to side with the dark Queen, and was ambushed.  She had
managed to get
away, but not before being severely wounded, and was hiding both
from the Elves
and from the citizens of Solace, for she was widely known as a
follower of the
Dark Queen.  She had thought he was a Solace town guard,
patrolling the
treetops.  "How are you planning on getting out of here?"  Aros
asked her.  "My
faithful companion, Starfire, is on her way here" she replied. 
Later that
night, as Ayasana slept, a scream rang through the night air,
startling Aros
into jumping up, just in time to be buffeted by strong winds. 
Looking up, he
saw a giant blue dragon landing in a clearing, her head reaching
up past the
treetops.  Aros ran back to his packs, and pulled out his
weapons, intent on
protecting Ayasana, but really preparing to die fighting. 
Dodging a huge claw,
much like his daggers, he rolls out of the way, rolling past
Ayasana. Knowing he
is about to die, Aros threw his daggers with deadly accuracy at
the dragon's
eyes, hoping to blind the beast.  However, a pitch black sword
swept down the
daggers, and Aros gaped opened mouth as Ayasana picked up the
daggers she just
deflected.  The blue dragon, seemingly smirking, opened its mouth
to blast its
lighting, and Aros sighed and closed his eyes.

"STOP STARFIRE!!"  Ayasana yelled.  Surprised, the great dragon
closed her
mouth, and lowered her head, curling her neck around Ayasana
protectively. "Come
here Aros" " Warily, Aros slowly walked towards the massive
dragon, until he was
within touching distance.  "Starfire, this is Aros.  He saved my
life" Ayasana
sayed with an ironic smile.  "Heyla Starfire nice to meet you"
Aros smiled, and
bowed to Starfire.  "Well Aros, I have to go know.  If you ever
need my help,
just call for me."  As she started to mount, she stopped, then
walked over to
Aros and handed him a dragon scale.  "Just think of my name while
holding this,
and I'll know where you are and I'll come at full speed.  Also,
you can make it
look like you chased us away if you want."  She winked and
smirked, and then
mounted Starfire, wincing at her wounds.  Aros handed up her
pack, then blushed
again as Ayasana, smiling, leaned down and kissed his cheek. 
"Goodbye Aros" she
whispered, and then Starfire lifted off.  "Bye Ayasana" he
whispered before
shouting 'Yeah, that's right, flee before I kill you, you evil
creatures!"

Hence, Aros became the Hero of Solace, defending the town from an
evil blue
dragon and her rider.  And everywhere he walks, Aros carries
around his neck a
shimmering blue scale, in place of a small statue.  Where is that
statue? Well,
if Ayasana ever looks in her cloak pocket, she will find a small
statue of an
elf holding a golden harp, attacked to a platinum chain, along
with a note
reading

Friends are made, Friends are lost, but True Friends last
forever, no matter who
your soul belongs to.  

Author:    Aros           
Date:      Mon May 28 18:20:51 2007
Subject     gods equipment

Well, dont ask me how, but somehow, Solinari's stuff ended up in
my possesion. 
I think he dropped them or gave them to me for safekeeping.  But
then Solinari
got mad, i dont know why, and just started blasting spells left
and right.  I
hid in the casket, i mean, come on, he was trying to kill
someone.  Who, i
couldnt see, i think he was a bit crazy.  Well, after about five
minutes, i
looked out of the casket, and almost had my head Burnt off!.
So of course, i
ducked down and waited for the old man to finish his tantrum. 
When all the
Smoke cleared, Solinari was standing exhausted in the middle
of a circle of
destruction.  He just blew up Caergoth.  Then he vanished.  And
when i looked,
not only had he taken his stuff back, which was all good, he is
welcome for me
holding it, but he also stole my stuff! That old man is a theif. 
I know, maybe
i just dropped it, or asked him to hold it, but when i looked for
it, it was no
where to be found.


Moral of the story: Solinari is crazy, and if a god forgets his
gear, let it be.
 Let them find it on their own, otherwise krynn will lose another
town.




Aros Demonsbane: Hero of Solace

Author:    Aros           
Date:      Sat May 15
00:32:09 2010
Subject     Aros Aurumos: Balance and
Knowledge


 A hundred years ago, under the light of
Lunitari, Aros Aurumos was born
is a quiet glade near the
outskirts of an elven encampment. His father,
Areis, was slain
shortly after his birth during an ogre attack, leaving
his
mother, Argentia, to raise Aros alone. However, the elven
community banded
together to help one of their own, and as an
event, Aros's childhood was
mainly uneventful.

Always a curious
child, Aros questioned everything. This caused no end of
trouble
for his mother, for he would always question her commands,
but
excited his tutors, and led to him excelling in his studies,
particularily
those magical in nature. At the age of thirty, Aros
was placed in a class
for young mages, and began to delve deeper
into the mystical arts. His tutor
was pleased at his quick
mastery of spells, cantrips, and the like, however
Aros was not.
The magic came easily to him, much easier than those around,
but
he could not understand their philosiphy, their belief to always
use
their skills for the forces of good In his mind, the magic
was to be used to
benefit those most needing it, whether 'good'
or 'evil'. Magic had no eyes,
could not see anything. Neither
should those that wield it. He understood
the need for good and
evil, but above all he saw his skills as the weight
that balanced
the scale. He voiced his opinion one day to his mother,
asking
her why all elven mages were forced to worship Solinari,
even if their
beliefs did not follow the precepts of Solinari.
Her answer did not satisfy
him, but he let the matter drop and
focused on his studies.However, never
again did he whisper a
prayer to Solinari. Instead, his prayers, and the
source of his
magic, came from the god whose veiws he found comfort and
reason
in: Lunitari

Twenty years later, Aros, tired of hiding his
beliefs and desiring more
knowledge, decided that he had learned
all that he could among his people.
For fourty years, he wandered
the face of krynn, popping up here and there,
always learning,
always searching for something new. Along his travels he
met many
people, some good, some evil, but many seeking to find their
place
in this world. His skills grew as he did, and he gained a
wisdom not found
in elves his age, leading many to seek his
guidance. He gave advice to some,
but to others he gave nothing,
always seeking to maintain the delicate
balance of power in this
world.

Then one day Aros disappeared for seemingly no reason,
coincidentally after
a meeting with two magi at a local pub in
palanthas. For ten years, he hid
from the world's sight,
communicating with only his closest friends via a
spell he
learned from a shadow mage, one that let others hear your
thoughts,
and vice versa. No one knows where he went, or what he
did, but for ten
years the counsel of Aros was lost, and
gradually his name was forgotten.

Then early one morning, Aros
appeared in front of the gates of the Tower of
High Sorcery.
Shrouded in mist, and clad in a red and gold robe, he knocked
on
the gates, eager enter and learn the secrets contained within.
"The world
will once again know my name." he vowed as he waited
patiently waited at the
gates of the mysterious tower of the
magi. "Yes, I will once again balance
the scales of the world..."

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