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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jukar.

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Astinus gently places a thread-bare book bound in cloth on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jukar' scribed in burnt maroon ink.

Author:    Jukar          
Date:      Tue Jul 15 23:44:53
2008
Subject     Conversion pt. 1

It had started with a simple
request. A request from a petty White Robe
apprentice to the most powerful Black
Robed magic-user in all of Krynn,
Jendaron Mer-Kel. Seemingly an odd move, Jukar
Banthalomos of the Whites,
met with the High Archmage i n the Hall of Mages. As
a follower of Solinari,
or atleast a would-be follower, Jukar had never seen the
Black Moon, but he
knew of it's presence. Simple questions were the basis of
this meeting, but
so much more came from it. 

 Hello, apprentice. What is it
you wished to speak with me about?  

Were the first words uttered by
Jendaron, enough to captivate the attention
of the lowly White Robe. Jendaron
had stepped from nothingness, appearing in
a demonstration of the magic granted
to him by his Black god. Stunned by the
display of power, though it was not
exactly much more than a flashy
entrance. It took a minute for Jukar to respond,
though it seemed like a
much longer time. 

 High Archmage, thank you for
agreeing to see me on such short notice. I
will not take much of your time as
I'm sure you have more important matters
to attend to than talking to a simple
White Robed apprentice.  

Choosing his words carefully, Jukar exhibits a
great amount of respect for
the High Archmage, both due to his position and the
nature of his upcoming
questioning. Still in relative awe of being in the
presence of arguably one
of the most powerful magic-users alive, Jukar moves
slowly and quietly to
take a seat on a bench. He takes a moment or two to gather
his thoughts,
looking up to see Jendaron waiting patiently for further talking.


 I have often wondered about the Black moon, High Archmage. I do not see
it,
the same as every other person on Krynn, save the beloved of Nuitari. But
I
know it is there. This fascinates me. I have chosen the path of
Solinari
myself, as is expe cted of nearly everyone from my native Silvanesti.
We are
a race of good. But why? Why do we have to be good? Do not the other
Gods
wish to have Elven blood among their worshippers? I believe so.  

He
stands again, getting into the stride of his speech, feeling more and
more at
ease as he speaks of Nuitari. There is an admiration within this
poor Apprentice
for the Dark Prince of Magic, a yearning to behold his
glory. Jendaron must
sense th is, or atleast have the intelligence to pick
it up within the young
elf's words, for he speaks once more after Jukar
finishes. 

 Take my hand,
Apprentice. You want to see what Nuitari is about? You want
to know about my
Black god? So be it. Take my hand and I will show you the
wonders of Nuitari and
his absolute power.  

Jukar blinks a few times, unsure of what to do for a
moment. He recovers,
however, extending his hand and grasping Jendaron's. In an
instant, the room
fades to black and the duo seemingly leaves the Tower of
Wayreth. And they
are transported stra ight to Jukar's homeland of Silvanesti
and to be more
precise: Silvanost. But not the Silvanost of memory, for the
grand capital
of the Silvanesti nation burns. The city is engulfed by flame, its
citizens
laying strewn about...slaughtered. A bit away from the border of the
city, a
single Black Robe stands. Silvanost burns at the hands of this Black
Robe,
or atleast he has some part of it. The mysterious figure nods once,
flipping
back the hood of his robes, revealing the distinct, pointe d ears of
an
elf.

 You have seen the power of Nuitari, for he crafted this image for
you at my
request, along with my aid. You are to continue with your studying,
but with
added instruction. You are to pray to Nuitari, offer yourself to him
body
and spirit and y ou will see the Black Moon. And with that, you will
wear
the Black Robes in place of your White. Good-bye Apprentice, until I
hear
from you.  

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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