An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Khyldes.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. 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 worn tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Khyldes' scribed in vibrant purple ink.

Author:  Khyldes
Date    Sat Jan 18 00:11:40 2003



Subject  Leften



Wrapping his robes around his body, High Archmage Khyldes decends the stairs
of the Tower of the Red Robes.

Muttering softly to himself, he fishes about in one of the many pockets of his
robes and withdraws a small velvet pouch.

Coming to the second level of the Tower he turns and heads for the small
labratory set into the recess of the northernmost wall.

Upon entering the small room, he searches the nearby shelfs for a small wooden
bowl. Finding it he places both the bowl and the pouch on the stone table
erected in the center of the room.

Pushing back the sleeves of his robes, he unties the pouch and shakes a
reddish powder out into the bowl.

With a flick of his left wrist, he unsheaths a small silver dagger.

Taking the dagger, he inverts it and with a small amount of pressure drags the
blade across the surface of his already scarred palm. Blood wells from the cut
and begins to drip down the length of his hand into the bowl..

He begins to mix the powder and blood with his fingers forming a small paste.

He scrapes the paste from the bowl with the tip of his dagger and lays it
gently on the table, allowing it time to dry.

While waiting on the paste to dry he applies pressure to the cut on his palm,
slowing the flow of blood, and eventually allowing it to stop.

Checking the paste, he finds that it is ready and breaks it off the tip of his
dagger. Reaching under the stone table he brings forth a small copper altar
and places the dried paste in it's center.

Placing a hand directly over the altar he begins to murmer arcane words , the
paste begins to melt, eventually back into a hot liquid form, no longer
reddish, but silver in color.

Still chanting the arcane words, he focuses his mind on the image of the thief
known as Leften, whom is said to have stolen a rare sceptre from the Age of
Dreams once protected by the elves of Qualinost.

An scene begins to form within the pool before him and he recognizes the small
town of Caergoth. He slowly closes his hand, forming a fist, and the scene
fades as the liquid evaporates quickly.

Once again pulling his robes about his body he leaves the labratory and heads
towards his chambers in the southeastern corner of the Tower.

Once there he removes his Shalafi's staff from its wall mount and secures his
spellbook to his back.

Closing his eye's, he whispers a word and vanishes, only to reappear within
the city of Caergoth a moment later, Leften standing before him, quite in
shock.

But before Khyldes can release an offensive spell the Minion of Darkness
rushes him and knocks him off his feat, in an attempt to cut his throat with
the two curved daggers clutched in his hands.

Before the Minion of Darkness can react, Khyldes whispers another word and
vanishes once again, this time appearing within the forest of Wayreth.

Calling on Lunitari for aide, he summons Leften before him, and with a single
command, places him in an enchanted slumber.

Quickly he begins to place spells of maladiction on his defensless frame, and
within seconds the Minion is no more of a threat then a rabid gully dwarf.

With an oath to his Mistress he calls extends his hands and a stream of
corrosive acid strikes Leften in his chest, melting his cheap armor and
causing him to roll across the ground screaming.

The Minion attempts to run, but the High Archmages quickness is too much.
Spell after spell is unleashed upon Leften, and not long after it had begun,
the Minion of the Knights of Takhisis is left bloody on the ground, smelling
of burnt flesh.

Quickly Khyldes searches the body, and while not finding the sceptre he does
uncover some small magical trinkets that belong within the vaults of the
Conclave.

As he prepares for his departure, he is surprised as a portal opens before him
and out steps Khayman of the Wildrunners, escorted by a band of undead beings,
how ironic.

But before the Wild Mage can do anything, Khyldes is gone.



Author:  Khyldes
Date    Mon Feb 17 21:02:54 2003



Subject  Knights of Takhisis



*Khyldes wakes from an enchanted sleep, feeling groggy and out of place*
*Looking around he notices a robed figure in the corner of the room with its
hood drawn* *To his utter amazement, the figure pulls back the hood to reveal
the face of one long lost, his Shalafi Mayrand* Mayrand begins to speak in a
low whisper: 'Ahh.. my Apprentice.. well I guess that title no longer is fit
for the High Archmage... well done. I am only here on this plane for a short
time. I have 2 things bidden by the Red Lady to accomplish.

Mayrand begins to cough, his body shaking with each heaving breath and then
continues: First, I bring this gift from our Goddesss, in reward for your
efforts against those that have been harboring Renegades of the Order.

Mayrand extends his hand, a small velvet pouch hanging from his
fingertips.

Khyldes reaches out and accepts the pouch and places it on the table before
him. Before he can open it though Mayrand continues once more: 'I watched
your battle with the Knights of Takhisis. I must say I was quite impressed how
you handled two such formidable foes.

Lunitari was also very pleased that you still alone continue the battle
for Balance.

She bids me to encourage you to bring more to the fold, to teach them, and to
release them into the world to seek out those who refuse to abide by the
Laws of Magic.

Khyldes leans back a bit, taking it all in. The memories of fighting Decred
and Tourach sacrificing his physical health in the process.

Mayrand again continues: 'Build up the Order Khyldes, bring back the
glory of the Art.

Seek out the young, the powerful, mold their minds and Lunitari will
continue to bless you.

Mayrand gestures to the pouch on the table: 'Open it, use what is within
to aide you in your quest.

Khyldes reaches for the pouch, unties the strings holding it closed and
withdraws a small glass orb. As he touches it, a vivid red color begins to
swirl within as if alive.

Khyldes gasps as he realizes this must be the one remaining Dragon Orb
on Krynn.

He slowly begins to remember the day Mayrand vanished.. speaking of hiding the
Orb where none could acquire it.

Not knowing quite what to do yet.. he places the orb back in its pouch, and
slips it within his robes.

Amazing.. a Dragon Orb....

Looking up, Khyldes notices that Mayrand is gone..


Author:    Khyldes        
Date:      Mon Jun 15 16:39:52
2009
Subject     Return to the Fold


*Khyldes enters the Tower of
Wayreth through the southern gate and makes his way to his study*
 
*Entering
his study he looks around and takes inventory of his personal belongings, making
sure nothing has been disturbed in his absesnce*
 
*Catching a glimpse of
himself in an oval mirror leaning against the north wall he frowns at the ebony
robes hanging from his frail frame*
 
"Damn the ways of the dark... Nuitari you
were a clever master to lure me into your web..but no longer shall I be bound to
your ways..." he whispers.
 
*Gesturing he speaks a word of magic and the room
is suddenly filled with a reddish glow*
 
*Stripping the robes from his body he
walks across the room to a worn iron-bound chest partially hidden in the
corner*
 
*Opening the chest he reaches in and withdraws a bundle of red
material. He pauses for a moment and then looses the bindings holding it
together. With a sigh of relief he covers himself with the rune lined robe.*

"I have returned Lunitari, the ways of Balance have long been tipped. I will do
what is within my power to right them once more. I have learned much on my
journey into the dark but I emerge with a new outlook.
With this new
understanding I can better serve our cause while remaining impartial in the
decisions that may be brought before me in the future."
 
*Whispering another
word of magic, the reddish glow fades from the room and the former High Archmage
fades into the shadows, lost in thought*

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 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'