An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Lodanis.

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 heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Lodanis' scribed in rich grey ink.

Author:  Lodanis
Date    Sat Dec 15 23:38:28 2001


Subject  A history, part 1.



A woman in a back alley cries in pain. Followed by a yelp that
reverberates
off the slick white walls.

She cries and her cry is joined by a smaller, weaker cry. A babe
has been
borne.

Holding the child in her arms, she knew she should feel something
other than
hatred for him. She did not.

This child was a product of rape. And because of this child, she
would nay see
the morn. She knew she was holding in her arms the very thing
that damned her
to die.

This small being had killed her, and she felt no love for this
child, this
abomination. To her this was the ayss, this child a demon come to
take her
soul. She layed the child down and tried to get up and walk.

She made it about 2 steps before her lifeblood ran out. She lay
and her last
breath was a vow of hatred for this child, and his father.

show The years pass, as they always seem to do.

4 years later, a small boy wanders through the streets, taken in
by a family
after his cries woke them up the night his mother died.

He had no family, none to speak of so the family that found him,
asked if they
could keep him.

Permission was granted.

Over the years the boy was beaten relentlessly. For any mistake,
he was
backhanded hard enough to draw blood.

If he didn't do something as quick as commanded, he was beaten,
and one time
thrown through the bedroom all. And then beaten for breaking the
wall.

Now, at 4 years old his "father" commanded him to go to the
market, with what
little money they had and buy, or steal whatever food he  could
get for the
family.

If he was caught stealing, he was beaten. If he spent all the
money on food,
but did not steal he was beaten.

His life held little joy.

6 years later, at 10 his "mother" was having a fit over his dirty
blond hair.
When his "father" came home, he slapped his wife and kicked the
boy. The boy
had decided he had enough.

While they slept, he crept into their bedroom.

He carried with him a stilletto. A long sharp dagger, its blade
round and made
to puncture, note pierce.

*ooc note = not* He slaps his father in the face, to make sure
his father
see's him. His father opens his eyes and stares at his "somn" and
gets ready
to scream and give punishment to him. Lodanis thrusts the
stilleto through his
neck and it comes out as a gargle Now, for his mother. He wakes
her up by
kicking her in the ribs, and she screams for her husband to do
something. He
doesnt hear her. he shoves the point deep into her eye and leaves
the house
feeling exilerated.

Out on the street he lives for 6 more years, training himself. He
excells in
acrobatics and begins to work on his fighting technique, by
watching the
Solamnic guards in practice.

One day he will  rise up again. No one will use him anymore.



Author:  Lodanis
Date    Tue Sep 17 23:32:30 2002


Subject  Once spurned twice turned




Lodanis burned with rage as he stalked the night alleys looking
to vent his
hatred.  After all the time he had invested to be turned away by
the guild of
thieves.  So be it.  If Hiddukel wanted to turn him away, how
could he argue?
His faith lost, Lodanis gave up his hunt for the night. He could
no longer
concentrate on fighting. He could only think of the betrayal of
one he had
betrayed for.

Obviously the gods do not care about their mortal followers.  No
more than a
man cares about the business he just left in the outhouse. 
"Let them have
their way then." he said inwardly " King of Thieves no
more" was the
next bitter thought. With that he sought out an old friend. 
Buckling his
sword-belt, and sheathing the hidden daggers, Lodanis brought his
black silk
cloak about him and left his mansion. Picking his path so that he
would come
in Palanthas unnoticed, Lodanis quickly covered the ground and
was soon
standing near the great wall that surrounded the "Marble City".
Deftly finding
footholds, Lodanis scaled the wall and began his search. He
started first
around the thieves guild, looking for another old friend, Thrak,
hoping he
might have information to where Zlik was currently in residence.
He had no
luck in finding him. Rounding a corner Lodanis gets stopped by a
young knight.
Damn the Solamnics and their laws about murderers. All Lodanis
asks is to be
able to practice his craft in peace, do they arrest alchemist? I
think not.
Quickly disarming the guard Lodanis moves in for the kill. The 
knight quickly
uttered a prayer to Paladine. Who must have been busy with
something else at
the time, because as he finished the prayer he now had a neat red
line across
his throat. He fell limply to the ground. Pushing the dead knight
to one side
Lodanis snickered slightly. "That is what you get when you let
people like
Dartain train your fighters." Lodanis chuckled again at the
thought of the
lemure.  The next logical course of action was to make his way to
Morgions
temple.  The temple of The Black Wind wasn't crowded. Surprise
Finding Zlik in
the temple was the other big surprise. Today was shaping up to be
just full of
surprises. Walking to Zlik, Lodanis spoke "We need to talk."
"No hello,
kiss my ass, nothing? Lodanis I am hurt" Zlik replied with a
grin.

"I am through with thieving Hiddukel once again turned his back
upon me.
Something few mortals get to do once, with a dagger hilt
following them. In
short, my pride is offended, and no longer will I be his lapdog.
I come to you
to offer my soul to The Black Wind." Lodanis says, his eyes
narrowing.

(ooc, i need a godchange, ill produce  a qnote when asked)

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.'