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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Dovienya.

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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a gorgious hardback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Dovienya' scribed in burnt yellow ink.

Author:    Dovienya       
Date:      Wed Sep 10
18:18:53 2008
Subject     My story: Dovienya, the Silvanesti
Elf.


I am young for my people, a mere fourty-five years
of age. 
I would probably have never left my home amongst the
trees had it not
been for an unfortuante, chance encounter with a
Kender.
Whoever let that Kender cross our borders unattended I
will never
know. I would have been happy to spend my life in
Silvanos with my
poems and my books... and my illusions...

It so
happened one day, while walking down a trail near my home, that
I
came upon the Kender. He was happily tripping down the path,
singing
and wistling, his topknot bouncing and his pouches
--filled with other
people's posessions I imagined-- flailing
about like the refuse from a
storm-tossed sea. I cannot imagine
who would have let such a creature
wander so freely through our
homeland, he must have snuck in or
escaped from the holding
cells. He stopped not far from me and cocked
his head to one
side, like a sparrow observing something it
doesn't
understand.

"What do you want?" I demanded of the runt.


"This land is so beautiful... but I don't think its as
beautiful as
Solace... they live in trees there too, you know.
Well, they did,
before the dragon high lords set fire to the
trees... Have you ever
seen a dragon? Ugly beasts, but soo
beautiful!  Their huge! I once saw
a red dragon set fire to an
entire village with one  breathe!. The
caves of the dwarves are
also quite amazing... if you like gold and,
well, caves."

"What
are you getting at?" I again demanded.

The Kender spun around in
a circle looking in all directions, "Getting
at?  I haven't
gotten anything!"

"Then what do you want?" 

"Just to see the
world," he replied. "Silvanesti is the most beautiful
of all
lands, everyone knows that, and the elves the most
beautiful
race." "You're aweful tall... not as tall as the
salamnic knights
though.  But you're all so strict!  Have you
ever seen the Salamnic
kinights?  They're strict too."

"No I
have not.  I have never left Silvanesti.  Why would I leave if
we
have all thats beautiful here already."

"How can you say that
when you've never traveled?  You've never seen
n ogre?  They're
hedious!  they're not beautiful, but its worth
seeing at least
once."

I opened my mouth to refute the Kender's claims that some
other place
might rival Silvanesti's beauty... but I realized I
could not. I know,
I knew then, that Silvanesti was the most
beautiful of places, but the
Kender would not listen to me. I
felt the pride of my people and swore
then that I would go out
into the world, see the dragons and the ogres
and the caves and
the mountains and all the things of which the Kender
spoke. Then,
I would find that Kender and swear to him that the
Silvanesti
were indeed the most beautiful race, our feasts the
grandest and
our songs the most poetic.

Now I've left my home to explore the
world.  Its bigger than I could
have expected. My skills have
greatly improved, along with my
knowledge, but I need direction. 
Its dangerous and, if I want to 
understand, I need the aid of my
peers.  Magic is my calling; magic
runs deep in the blood of my
people.  I know not where sits the tower
of high sorcery nor of
how to find it.  I am but a new elf in this
world.

That is my
story, for good or ill, I seek knowledge and that little
runt of
a Kender.

-Dovienya

Then, I would find that kender and swear to
him that the Silvanesti
were the most beautiful people, our
feasts the grandest and our songs
the most
poetic.

Author:    Dovienya       
Date:     
Sun Mar 17 23:02:09 2013
Subject     In the
Blood

Dovienya was an Elf in every respect. Tall and
thin, as his kind usually
were, he was brought up in a home where
magic was normal. Magic was a part
of the life-blood of
silvanesti. There was no question that he would follow
in his
parents footsteps. His father and mother were both spellcasters
and
loyol members of royal silvanesti families. 

With the
growing rumors of a darkness in the east, Dovienya made the
unusal
choice of seeking a life outside of Silvanesti. Not for
adventure or from a
falling out with his people, but in an effort
to save his people. He saught
the knowledge that only the tower
of High Sorcery could offer. If he would
prepare himself for the
dark storm that lerked upon the horrizon, he would
arm himself in
any way possible. Taking a dagger and a sword, one on either
hip,
Dovienya left his life of relative ease and wea 
wealth for the
dustyroad.  He found himself depending more upon his weapons than
he would have thought possible.  With time, however, his muscles
grew accostumed to the hard play of physical warfare.  With the
forest of Waywroth in sight, however, Dovienya wrapped his cloak
close and prepared himself for the grueling life of study to
come. 

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