An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Khanon.

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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Khanon' scribed in deep maroon ink.

Author:    Khanon         
Date:      Wed Jun  6
00:08:09 2007
Subject     The quest for knighthood

Glancing down at the sword at his waist a sigh escaped his lips. 
The
battered and plain hilt, the dull and dinged blade left
little to be
desired.  Likely a pawnshop would only give him a
few gold for such an
unworthy instrument of battle.  

Returning
his attention to the task at hand he peered amongst the leaves
at
the bugbear den before him and hoped that perhaps if he
completed his task
the Knighthood would grant him a new blade to
love.  Standing from his
crouched position he rose and approached
the den faltering slightly on a
fallen limb along the way.  As he
approached the bugbears heard the rustle
of leaves as he stumbled
and began to shriek wildly.  

With a momentary frown at his own
carelessness he drew the old blade from
its sheath and advanced
more quickly.  

There were more than expected and the vermin
began spilling out of the den
in preparation to defend against
the intruder.  Khanon lifted his blade in a
high guard as the
first two advanced on him rapidly and with a strong
downward
slash dispatched the first.  The second was more agile
causing
Khanon to drop to one knee and pull his blade in a
backward arcing motion. 
The bugbear evaded easily and slashed at
his forearm opening two bloody
slices on his forearm.  Switching
the blade to his left hand and removing
his shield from his back
simaltaneously he lunged forward and thrust the
broadsword
through the beasts heart.  

Using his foot to hold the corpse
still he tore the blade from it's bloody
capture and advanced
into the den.  As he entered the den he lost track of
how many he
slew and time seemed to stand still as he followed the
motions
the weaponsmaster has taught him.  High guard, downward
slash, thrust,
shield block and another corpse at his feet. 
Although during the intensity
of the fight it felt as if time
slowed and he had forever to calculate each
action the den was
cleared within a half hours time.  Being sure he
completed his
task he thoroughly checked each nook and cranny of the den
and
only paused to remove a claw from one of the beasts.  

As he
exited the den he wiped the blood clean from the proof of
completion
of his task and began his trek back to town. 


Author:    Khanon         
Date:      Thu Jun
14 01:15:54 2007
Subject     The endlesss quest.

 The
sun had risen only an hour prior and the traces of dew could
still
be seen leeching into the green flora about the trail. 
Khanon was sent on
another of many tasks to prove his worth to
the Knighthood.  Although, he
did recognize the benefit of such
tasks for what they were.  He was not only
demonstrating his
abilities to his superiors but also on a quest to learn
more of
himself.  That was why even though some Knights see these tasks
as
menial, Khanon made sure he did his best on each.  He thought
to himself,
"How does one become irritated when one can learn so
much if the effort is
made...?"  

As he traveled he contemplated
many views as to why this trip and th enext
task and the next are
so beneficial to the growth of an individual.  As his
mind began
to digress off to another topic he found himself surprised
his
journey had gone so quickly.  Not fifty yards before him he
saw the first of
many dens that he had orders to clear out. 


One one one these bugbears were no match for him however in
large numbers
circumstances became unpredictable.  That was why
he took the utmost caution
in approaching his first target and
planning his course of attack.  

He advanced quickly from the
south side and offered no warning.  These were
not creatures of
reason nor honor and therefore not accorded the
Knightly
etiquette so followed by the Brotherhood.  

Coming up
behind his first target he slide his blade through its back
and
out between the third and forth ribs on the opposing side. 
The two
remaining creatures rushed at him as he yanked his blade
from the dying
vermin and spun in a circle to decapitate one of
the advancing pair.  He
drew a dagger with his off hand to parry
a blow from the remaining assailant
but replaced it immediately
after to focus his full attention to his blade. 


His body fell
into actions of habit and he felt his mind seperate from
the
actions he was performing.  The blade which so recently felt
so foreign to
him now drew his mind to marvel at the beauty of
the combination of
practicality and art in its design.  The light
glinted this way and that off
of the blade as the blood splashed
every few swings.  He thought to himself,
"does Lord Railen
understand how much this gift means to me..?" 



Author:    Khanon         
Date:      Thu Jun
14 01:23:24 2007
Subject     The endless quest cont...

His thoughts traveled back to the one thing his father had
provided for
him and almost reached within his armor to touch it.
 And so his mind
meandered and heart bounced around from sadness
to respect and all around
again.  

Meanwhile the den had emptied
of its inhabitants and at least a dozen
corpses lay about the
site of battle.  Despite Khanon's detachment he had
been
efficient and it was clearly a slaughter.  His mind slowly faded
back
to connect with the bodly world and the mix of emotions he
had been feeling
about Railen and his father turned to much
darker feelings.  All about him
corpses bled and gurgled emitting
the iron smell of blood and death.  It was
true that he loved
battle and the many intricacies of sword play but that
much blood
and loss of life was draining him.  

Attempting to remove
himself from his inevitably depressing thought process
he headed
out to do more of the same.  He would have to fill his time
with
action more than thought and in this way perhaps exhaustion
would keep his
mind from wondering.  For know the sanctuary of
knowing he mourned the death
of even the most vile of creatures
would have to be enough.  Who knows,
perhaps by completing this
task for the Knighthood he saved lives.  

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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

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Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'