An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jahrun.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

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

Author:    Jahrun         
Date:      Thu Dec  7 18:58:18 2006
Subject  Birth of a Phoenix Part I

The crowds gathered around, the Dark Knights Execution had been
scheduled
for that afternoon.  The platform for his death was already
erected, waiting
for the doomed man's footsteps.  The executioner is off to the
side,
sharpening his weapon.  The Dark Knight paces his cell, asking
his Dark
Queen's forgiveness for being caught, and praying for the
strength to please
her in his last few moments.  As the clock strikes noon the
Solamnic
Knight's come to fetch him.  He is lead to the platform and up
the stairs. 
As he stands there, the Solamnic people mock him, jeering, and
asking him
where is Queen was now.  He accepted this, then the Grand Master
stepped
onto the platform, "You are charged with murder, and of being a
follower of
the Dark Queen, do you deny these charges, " the Grand Master
said.  "I do
not.  " the knigh stated.  "Very well, you have this last
chance to repent,
do you take it, " the Grand Master continues.  "I will
-never- repent of my
worship to the Dark Queen, your time is at an end old man, the
Knights of
Takhisis will triumph, " he says.  Gathering his breath the
Grand Master
announces, "You are hereby sentenced to death by decapitation. 
May Paladine
forgive you.   THe Dark Knight spits at the mention of
Takhisis' foe and
kneels.  The Grand Master draws his sword and in one swift
movement severs
the Dark Knight's head from his body.  


Author:    Jahrun         
Date:      Fri Dec  8 13:58:56 2006
Subject  Birth of a Phoenix Part II

The Knight's body was dumped unceremoniously outside of the city.
 His
head was in a bag attached to his back.  As the Knights turned
back to the
gates a blue armored figure left the gates unseen by the Knights.
 Looking
at the sad remains of a once proud Knight of Takhisis, he felt a
great pity
well in his soul.  Looking down at the remains he softly murmers,
"Are you
sure my lord, is this the one to replace me.  " Seeming to hear
an answer he
knelt by the figure.  Gently he untied and lifted the bag that
was tied
around his belt.  Cutting the strings he removed the knights
head.  He put
the head by his neck, as it would have been in life.  Murmering
words a blue
light wells from his finger tips.  It quickly surrounds the
body of the dead
knight.  As if in a fire the body begins to burn, in a matter of
seconds
nothing remains of the body except ashes.  Like a phoenix from
its ashes, a
man rises naked from his.  


Author:    Jahrun         
Date:      Fri Dec  8 16:38:03 2006
Subject  Birth of a Phoenix Part III

As the man rose from the ashes, the armored man smiled.

"W-Where am I, " the now alive Knight asked.

The man replied, "You are outside the city that you were
executed
at."

"I'm alive, how, " the knight asked.

"Habbakuk has chosen you to be his next Phoenix, " the man
stated
simply.

"Habbakuk, why, he is a good god, I follow Takhisis, Queen of
Darkness, " the knight says.

"Do you truly still worship the Dark Queen, " the man asked. 
The
Knight opened is mouth and shut it again.  Wondering if he did
still
believe in Takhisis.

"Was she there for you at your death, or after your death, "
the
man poses a question.  Thinking back to his prayer and the last
few
minutes of his life.

"I don't know, " he says.  The man says, "Habbakuk asks for
your
service, and with his service comes a price, and a gift.  The
gift is
unending life, at least while you hold position of this, " he
shows
the Knight a blue feather, "The price is knowing that you will
not
be able to die until your task is completed, and you have given a
Habbakuk a new Phoenix to replace yourself, " he finishes.  He
gives
the feather to the Knight and begins to walk off.

"Wait,  the Knight cries, "What am I supposed to do, where
am I
supposed to go.  "

The man says over his shoulder "Go to a temple of Habbakuk,
they can
give armor that they have collected over the years, and show you
your
path.  " 

Author:    Jahrun         
Date:      Tue Dec 12 16:05:04 2006
Subject  Birth of a Phoenix Part IV

The Knight had gone to the temple of Habbakuk.  However, he had
taken
a slight detour before arrving.  A women had approached him while
he
was walking towards the temple and had given him some food.

To stunned to protest he had gone with her and found himself
telling
her his story.  He grinned sarcastically as he saw the shock and
disbelief register on her face.  She was a kind person however
and led
him to the Temple.

He almost laughed out loud at the clerics antics.  They seemed
stunned
beyond belief that the man who came in, practically naked except
for a
cloak.  Their astonished faces soon took on a more serious note
as
they spotted the feather.

They quickly went about their tasks after they fetched some armor
and
blue ribbon.  He asked what the blue ribbon was for and the
cleric
replied that he was to stitch it around the edges of his armor.

Hacing nothing else to do he did that and quickly changed into
the
armor.  Then the clerics brough out a beautiful scimitar, they
called
it "Kingfisher's Talon."  Grabbing the weapon he felt Habakkuks
blessing on it.

Swing it a few times, he was suprised to see that it fit into his
style of swordplay is if it was made for him.  Thanking the
clerics he
asked directions to the temple of Paladine, he wished to visit
that
women again.


Author:    Jahrun         
Date:      Sat Mar  3
10:15:40 2007
Subject     The Path of a Phoenix

Jahrun
calmly walked out of Palanthas, his sword, The Kingfisher's
Talon,
bounced loosly at his side.  He had received orders from
his Patron Knight
and he was intent on carrying them out. 
Walking in a southerly direction
Jahrun had time to reflect on
what had happened since he had been taken to
the Temple of
Habbakuk.  Jahrun had recently been named a Priest.  Jahrun
now
felt a connection with Habbakuk.  He was able to heal minor
wounds, and
could call down Habbakuk's blessing on those who were
worthy.  As the day
turned to night and twilight came, Jahrun
reached his destination, a small
cave in a mountain south of
Palanthas.  As he entered the cave, a clamness
took hold of him. 
Suddenly he knew exactly what he needed to do, as he
entered the
cave he knelt down, and placed his sword reverently on a
stone
that rose from the center of the sand covered floor.  A
blue light suffused
the blade and from the blue jewel
came a voice.  "Greetings my Phoenix," the
voice in the jewel
said, the voice hollow, but strong and filled with
authority. 
Jahrun's eyes widened as recognition came.  Falling to his
knees
before the sword, "I am not worthy for you to speak to
me, my Lord.  "
"Nonsense my Phoenix, you have followed me
since the time you were born,
though you may not have known it at
the time," the voice said. 
Understanding dawned on him, as he
realized the reason he had never been
able to perform the feats
that he could know.  Still kneeling he says,
"Thank you, my
Lord, for visiting me so, you have eased the fears that
have
haunted me."  The voice intoned, "Your are most welcome
my Phoenix, now go
forth and finish your training."  The
blue light that had infused the blade
faded and the gem grew
cold.  Taking up the sword Jahrun prepared camp. 
With the dawn
Jahrun woke and headed for Palanthas, he would return and
report
to his Sponser.  

Author:    Jahrun        

Date:      Tue Apr 17 00:04:31 2007
Subject     A
Phoenix's Grief

Jahrun enters the Temple of Habbakuk, his
head bowed, and prayers on his
lips.  "Lord Habbakuk, show me
what I need to know, let me remember why I
was in Solamnia, "
Jahrun says, searching his heart for the answer that he
dreads. 
No flashing lights come, not divine words come floating down
from
the heavens, this is something Jahrun must realize.  As he
continues his
searching, words lost in time, float back to him. 
"Knight Jahrun, the Queen
has a mission for you.  " Jahrun
winces as he begins to remember the
conversation, one sentence
hanging in his mind, "The Dark Queen has a
mission for you, you
are to seek out one who was once her's but is now a
Knight of
Solamnia, seek out, Lanfear.  " Jahrun's heart sinks lower as
he
remembers the last missive he sent, "I have found him,
though I have been
found out somehow, here is where he is at. 
" Tears stream down his face as
he confronts the cold reality. 
Quickly standing, he turns and walks out the
temple, his
foodsteps ringing on the floor as he walks, out of the keep. 


Author:    Jahrun         
Date:      Sat May
19 17:28:42 2007
Subject     A Phoenix's Grief; Part
II

Jahrun waited for the day, in a cell, his head bowed
as he sat there. 
Grief, pain, despair, but above all else, guilt
flows through his head, the
mixture of feelings tearing him
apart.  It was his fault that a man lie dead
in his grave, but
thats not the part that disturbed him, the part that
caused so
much turmoil, was that the man was a Solamnic Knight.  And
then,
as if to put more onto his load, the Knight had been his
Patron Knight's
beloved.  Grief twisted a cruel knife in his gut,
despair clouded his mind
and vision.  Everything to him were in
shades of grey, except for himself,
he was the black stain on the
knighthood.  He continues to hold his head
low, then slowly, he
raises his head back up, determination in his eyes. 
His Patron
Knight may be defending him, but he was allowed a say as to
the
charges, and what he said would be so damning that he would
have to get a
guilty verdict.  Then, he would end his own life,
plunging his soul to the
abyss, where it belonged.  Even now he
thinks that he can feel the pull of
the Dark Queen's talons, as
she twists him and deforms him from who he had
once been.  Back
then, his grey eyes had shone with the fever of Habbakuk,
his
sword delivering blows to the enemy.  But now, those grey eyes
are
haunted, tunnels of pain that reflect the bleakness he feels.
 But, it was
something he had done, and the past and future are
forever intertwined. 
Just because he did the deed in another
time, under another banner, does not
mean that he did not do the
deed.  Jahrun is past forgiveness.   

Author:   
Jahrun         
Date:      Tue May 29 19:58:25
2007
Subject     The Hunger of a Phoenix

Jahrun stood
silent next to the grave of Sir Lanfer, as the last of the
three
days he had been told to stand there drew to a close.  His
stomach
writhed with hunger, but Jahrun didn't notice it.  Since
he had been gifted
with the feather, small things like eating and
drinking were more of a
habit, then an actual necessity.  His
grey eyes wander over the horizon as
the sun sinks with a final
burst of light and twilight comes over the city,
the stars
twinkling in the heavens.  Jahrun's gaze lifts up towards
the
skies, as he spots the constellation of the Dark Queen.  His
eyes move
along, past Gilean, and past Paladine, before they rest
on the Phoenix, the
constellation of Habbakuk.  In his mind
Jahrun questions himself and his
beliefs.  Why was he still here,
why had he been found not guilty of
bringing about Sir Lanfer's
death.  A thought echos through his mind, maybe,
just maybe, he
wasn't guilty.  A few moments later a man comes up to him
and
says, "Come it is time for you to enter your servitude of
the temples.  "
Jahrun nods once, before turning towards the
Keep and the Temples, his head
still hung down, but his walk not
as weary.  

Author:    Jahrun         
Date:    
 Sat Jun  2 13:49:44 2007
Subject     The Hunger of a Phoenix.
II

Jahrun just did not get it, he was literally and
totally at a lose for
what had happened to him earlier in the
day.  It had started as usual, then,
Lady Aramynia had come and
spoken with the High Priest of the temple. 
Shortly afterwards,
Lady Aramynia told Jahrun to get his things and meet her
on the
road, his time in the Temple of Habbakuk was over, and it was
time
for him to serve in the Temple of Kiri-Jolith.  As they
walked, they talked,
and stopped at a fountain briefly.  And here
was the part that had Jahrun
confused, and his emotions twisted. 
She forgave him, and trusted him enough
to tell him her life's
story, all of it.  What was worse, was his own
growing fondness
of Lady Aramynia.  He had led to the death of her
betrothed, and
his growing fondness, was possibly more disturbing then how
she
could forgive him so completely.  His head swam with the
conflictions. 
Putting his head into his hands, he tried to
organize his thoughts, he tried
to figure out what the hell was
happening and what he should do.  Jahrun
thinks, hard and long,
trying to figure the thing out.  His honor is
tarnished, beyond
repair; his actions led to the death of her betrothed.  He
slowly
comes to a realization, as much as he may care for her, and as
much
as she forgives him, he can't let this go further, least
they do something
they both regret.  Of course thats what he
intends to do, but, what you
intend to do, and what happens is
rarely if ever the same.  Still unable to
forgive himself, but
slowly coming to the realization, that maybe just maybe
thats
what he needs to do, in order to get a small portion of his
honor,
Jahrun sits there.  An elderly priest comes up to him, old
but still in full
battle armor the priest says, "Come, we have
tasks that you must complete. 
" 

Author:    Jahrun 
       
Date:      Mon Jun 18 17:23:34 2007
Subject    
The Redemption of a Phoenix.

Jahrun was free of his
punishment.  He had toiled for the past months in
the temples,
toiled and thought.  His grey eyes are still haunted by the
deeds
of the past, but in that there is always the realization that he
has
been forgiven.  He looks around his room, the suit of armor
that Aramynia
had given him, hanging next to his regular
chainmail.  Sighing as he makes
his decision, he slips the
chainmail on, he doesn't feel like dealing with
the plate mail. 
Looking at the note that Aramynia had given him, he
crumples it,
not believing its contents.  Looking around the room, he
heads
out, his sword clasped at his side, and his feather in his
hat.  Getting to
the stable master he says, "Get a horse ready,
and make sure it can take me
to New Thalos.  " Shaking his head
as he looks at the note one more time,
before stuffing it in his
chainmail.  Long ride ahead of him.  

Author:   
Jahrun         
Date:      Fri Jul  6 19:06:28
2007
Subject     The Imprisonment of a Phoenix

Jahrun
had gone down to an old tavern, on the docks, to speak with
some
contacts that he had there.  He did not come as a knight, he
wore a heavy
cloak and no armor, his hood drawn up.  Everyone
there, only knew him as the
priest, no name attatched to it, or
what god he was a priest to.  He had
been drinking with an
aquaintence by the name of the Lyndol, about a certain
thief that
had been plaguing Palanthas.  While there..  He had a few
too
many drinks, and some of the thief's own aquaintinces where
evidently there,
and they waited till he had stumbled out of the
tavern, on his way back to
the keep.  He didn't put up much of a
feet, with no sword, and no armor, and
not wanting to reveal his
identity so close to the tavern where he had his
contacts.  The
footpads, beat him, until the thief that was plaguing
Palanthas
arrived and took him.  As he regained conciousness, on the back
of
a horse, all tied up, he looked towards the fading lights of
Palanthas, and
a single whispered sentence came from his mouth,
"Forgive me, Aramynia.  " 

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 mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'