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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Illych.

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Astinus gently places a small leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Illych' scribed in dark blue ink.

Author:           Illych
Date    Thu Jun 29 22:43:07 2006
Subject  Illych Vladimir Ulyonov

20 years have past since my conception. I remember the momment
well.  It was a
rainy fall day, my mother lay sweating on the bed in thier humble
home.  It
was a long painful birthing, the midwife did not believe that my
mother would
survive.

After I had freed myself and took my first breaths my mother
passed out in
exhaustion and pain.  For several days I saw nothing of my mother
I spent the
days with my father looking out over our lands to the mountains. 
For those
days I was feed just 3 times, when my father payed for a woman to
come to our
home and feed my from her breasts.  My mother seemed to recover
getting
stronger daily and we grew close.  It was near my 5th birthday
that I awoke
one morning to find my father crying over my mother who lay dead
in his arms. 
The next several years were difficult for both my father and
myself, it seemed
I was in need of constant care I was always getting myself into
trouble or
lost in the mountains.  Many was the time I would sit on a peak
watching the
Knights of Solamnia.  I saw them riding in formation along the
roads below,
once they had saved me from a band of bandits.  I had stumbled
into thier camp
by accident, and luckily I was able to get out and run.  For some
unknown
reason I ran into a group of Knights, where I had never seen
before up in the
mountains in any kind of group.  The battle was quick and bloody
over in a few
minutes.  It was the first time in my life I had seen another man
killed.  It
was an eye opening experience for me.  I followed them back to
thier keep
hoping to see more of them and learn.  I was 15 by this time and
I began to
spend more and more time away from home, my father hardly noticed
as he was
consumed by his work and by drink.

For several years I lived like this camping by thier gates
hunting for my
food.  It was on my 18th birthday that things had changed for me.
 My father
came and took me home saying there were things that we needed to
discuss.  As
we walked home nothing was said.  I tried to pry the information
from him but
he said nothing of it too me, just that I would find out soon
enough.  When we
sat down at out table he opened a chest and unrolled a cloth.  He
told me that
long ago our family were squires to the Knights of Solamnia.  He
did not tell
me of this sooner because he did not want to lose me like we had
both lost my
mother.  Wrapped in the cloth which turned out to be a white
tabbard faded
with age, was the scabbard of a long sword.

I sat there stunned not knowing what to say never having expected
to hear
anything such as this. For many days I stayed at home thinking.

For 2 years after this I wandered the land, trying to help those
that I could,
not doing alot but enough to feel good.

It was then that by what seemed an accident or perhaps I was
always going
there I arraived at the gates to a Solamnic keep.  I kneeled
before the gates
and when one of the Knights came out to see what I wanted I
offered my
services into thier power.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z
Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 868 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'