An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Misto.

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 metal bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Misto' scribed in rich orange ink.

Author:    Misto          
Date:      Thu Apr 24 16:55:34 2008
Subject     The Chronicles of Misto

In the distance a voice called out to Misto, "Excuse me sir, but
you
can't sleep here."

Misto blinked as he opened his eyes in confusion to the sight
above
him. From what he could see as he looked about, it appeared that
he
was in some kind of temple.

The voice that had spoken to him, called him once more, "Sir are
you
ok?" it asked as it moved closer to his left side.

Misto moaned as he sat up and looked over to his left to see a
young
man in white robes. He nodded to the young priest as he rubbed
his
right shoulder trying to work out some new found soreness in it.
Misto's eyes continue to take in the temple while still managing
to
track the young priest,

"Other then being a litlle sore and confuse, I'm ok." Misto
slowly
stated as he pulled himself up the altar. Misto looked at the
young
priest questioningly, "Where am I?"

A startled looked appeared on the young priest face as if he were
being joked with, "You mean to tell me you don't recognize the
Temple
of Solinari?"

Misto glanced down at the Altar for a moment as he rubbled his
temples, then looked back up at the young priest, "The Temple of
Solinari?"

The question came out with a touch of confusion. "Sir are you
sure,
your ok?" A note of concern could clearly be heard as the priest
stepped a few feet closer.

Misto sighed and lean back on the Altar for support. "There was
an
accident with my portal, I don't think I was suppose to come
here."

Worry creased the young priest face, "Where exactly are you
from?" He
asked as he shuffled slightly from foot to foot.

Misto looked up at the concerned young priest, "A city called
Airu, I
need to get to the Tower of Sorcery and get the rest of the
mages."

The young priest eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you a member of the
Conclave?" Misto's eyes narrowed as well at the question, "Are
they a
part of the Order?"

The young priest gasped in disbelief, "How can you know of the
Tower
of Sorcery and not know about the Conclave of Mages?"

Misto exhaled softly as he study the young priest he quickly
said, "I
think there was a surge of magical energy when I opened my
portal. It
may have caused some short term memory loss."

The young priest seem to accept the explanation as he stopped and
took
a good look at Misto for the first time, taking in his long white
hair, streaked with silver. The young priest study Misto face
noting
his elvish features and hazel eyes as he continue to exam the elf
from
his dirty brown traveling cloak down to his mud covered black
boots.

Once satisfied the young priest turned his attention back to
Misto
hazel eyes, "That might explain it, would you like me to get you
a
healer?"

The elf sighed but waived the offer away. "What I really need is
a map
showing me how to get to the Tower of High Sorcery. You wouldn't
happen to have one I could borrow for a while, would you?"

The young priest tapped his chin thoughtfully then nodded. "Yes I
can
provide you with a map, but fair warning, if your a mage and not
part
of the Conclave of Mages, you'll be consider a renegade."

To prevent any more questions being asked, Misto merely nodded to
the
priest that he understood.

The young priest satisfied with the simple nod turn and walked
over to
a nearby table and rummaged through papers on it until he found
the
one he wanted, he then returned to Misto holding out the map,
"Here
you go and might I suggest you stop at the University and gain a
better understanding of things until your memory returns."

Misto nodded once more as he took the map, knowin full well his
memory
was fine, "I'll do that."

Without saying another world silver haired elf turned and walked
out
of the temple as he study the map for a moment, noted the
location of
the University and made his way there.

While at the University, Misto spent nearly two fortnights
reading all
the books he could find on the history of Krynn and the Conclave
of
Mages. He had found a few connections to his home but for the
most
part nothing that would get him back. So as he continue to read
he
finally came to understand that the only way he might be able to
get
back home and save his friends, city, and world was if he joined
the
Conclave of Mages. And if not at least he might be able to stop
the
same fate from befalling upon Krynn.

Author:    Misto          
Date:      Thu Jun 19
16:16:01 2008
Subject     Strangers in the World

Misto
sighs softly as he completed laying a fireproof spell upon two
of
the items he was told to gather by the High Archmage. As he
put them back
into their glass jars and placed them into his
pack, Misto's eyes wonder
across the Bay of Branchala, his
thoughts returning to his conversation with
Jendaron whom had
told him how renagades had no respect for magic and were
causing
the rift. A small smiled crossed the silvered white hair elf's
face
at how similar the words were to his former Master Linados
who had once told
him that all magic must be kept in check and
that gods had placed such trust
in the High Tower, that they saw
no reason to limit the mages of the world
in how much they used.
But sadly his former Master Linados and the High
Tower he knew
were not of this world and more then likely no longer
existed.
The elf exhaled slowly as he allowed his mind to wonder
for a few more
minutes over the past. It kept amazing him how
similar the two worlds were
and how different as well. As the
wind blew Misto long silver white hair
behind him, the elf looked
up at the moons in the sky. Amazed at seeing such
a thing his
eyes lingered upon them. 

Misto chuckled softly and pulled his
hood up over his head, then reached
down and picked up his pack.
The elf turn his back on the water, closing his
eyes as he utter
a few short words that would allow him to see other people
and
places. The lower left corner of his mouth twitched up in a
slight smile
as he opened his eyes, he had found his target in
the Sea Caves of Zeboim,
just as the High Archmaged said he
would. Misto spoke softly into the wind,
"A fire sentinel..."
He looked about to ensure noone was nearby then spoke
another
short phrase causing a portal to rotate open before him. The
elf
tugged his pack up a little more on his back and then stepped
through the
portal. Once upon the other side without even
thinking about it, Misto
allowed the portal to snap shut. His
hazel eyes were locked on to the caves
in front of him and what
he was to retrieve from within. 

As Misto started to walk
towards the caves something caught his eye. He
paused and looked
down at the ground. His forehead creased as a look of
concern
came over his face, the elf knelt down to take a closer look at
two
set of tracks. One set appeared to be small enough to be that
of a child and
the other the size of a full grown man and both
headed towards the cave.
Misto stood up slowly and cast his gaze
about the area as he sought the
return tracks that would show him
that both people came back out. His frown
only incressed as he
moved about the area and came across only the larger
set coming
out in a disorderly pattern. 

The elf's eyes tracked the larger
pair to a spot where they vanished. His
features at this point
became bleak and serious at what his eyes were
showing, "A
another mage has been here and they brought someone with
them,
whom they left behind." A deep throaty growl escaped
Misto's lips as he
threw back his hood and turned a deadly gaze
towards the cave, "Dam it, I'm
not suppose to be on a rescue
misson. If I find out who this is, his dead
for leaving a child
in there." 

Author:    Misto          
Date:  
   Thu Jun 19 17:18:43 2008
Subject     Strangers in the World
PT II

As Misto started walking towards the cave, large
dangerous looking clouds
rolled in off the sea and released down
pour upon the mage. The elf didn't
even seem to care as his hair
started to cling his head, his mind was lost
in the past and on
whom ever was left behind in the caves, "If this is
another
sacrifice to some old demon, that mage isn't only going to die.
But
I'll ensure it's slow painful." Misto growled as he stepped
into the cave. 

Misto stopped just inside the cave and closed
his eyes in order to calm
himself. The agiated mage spoke softly
to himself, "Just remember, this
isn't AI. Who ever is in there
isn't Shelia." Hearing the words out loud his
own words out
loud seem to calm the enraged mage some. Once certain of
himself,
Misto exhaled slowly and closed his eyes once more and utter an
all
too fimilar phrase. The drenched elf then opened his hazel
eyes and nodded
to himself, "Good, it's still here." 

The
elf paused and looked down at the floor of the cave and notice
the
similar tracks of before, two going in and a staggering
single pair coming
back out. He sighed and shook his head in
disgust and started preparing
himself by placing several
different spells of protection upon himself to
conceal and hide
him. Once Misto was satisifed with his work, he
carefully
followed the tracks deeper into the caves. 

Misto
movements was slow and steady as he followed the tracks deeper
into
the cave. He stopped at the same places where the tracks
seem to halt and
would rest. He didn't bother with a fire on
these shorts stops due to how
warm it was inside. And nor did he
bother with brining any food along with
him since he was capable
of providing for himself through means of magic.
Which shorten
his stops by several hours. He only allowed himself enough
time
to rest and eat. 

As the days passed following the tracks, fear
took root in Misto's heart and
mind as he wonder what exactly
happened. It didn't appear that the smaller
one was forced to go
with the bigger one. From the way the tracks would
trade spots it
made Misto think that whom ever the smaller tracks belonged
to
trusted their much larger traveling partner. 

At his next stop
following the tracks, Misto scryed for fire sentinel once
more.
His as took on a far away look as he sought his target again and
once
found the mage nodded to himself set down to rest and think
about how he
would get the fire salts. Misto reached inside of
his robes into a pocket
and pulled out a leather cord and tied
back his long silver white hair as he
mentally prepared himself
for the task at hand. His eyes would occasionally
return to the
tracks and so would his fear. He knew that the fire
sentinel
wasn't too far away so he utter a short prayer, "Gonn
if you can still hear
me, let the child who belong to these
tracks still live." Misto sighed
softly and stood up giving the
tracks one last look. 

Knowing what he was about to face, Misto
place an iceshield about himself
along with serval other spells
that might see him safely through this
ordeal. His thoughts
briefly cast back to his lost home, then return to the
present as
he steps into the next cavern reading a few spells to ward off
or
stop the fire sentinel. 

Author:    Misto         

Date:      Thu Jun 19 18:45:59 2008
Subject    
Strangers in the World PT III

As Misto steps into the
cavern, the silver white haired mage carefully
scans the room for
the fire sentinel. Reflections of fire light catches his
eyes
coming from the back of the cavern leading into another. As he
steps a
little farther into the cavern, the mage can smell
sulphur mixed sea water,
causing his nose to wrinkle. Misto eyes
flicker down to the tracks once
more, checking to see where they
lead off to. But shortly return to the glow
of the fire. 

The
mage quietly makes his way towards the glow, being careful not to
make
any noise as he moves. Misto glances back at the tracks one
last time to
enusre their place then turns and heads into the
next cavern. Misto's eyes
continue to constantly search the room
for the fire sentinel and at the same
time for the tell tale
tracks with the fire salts in them. As he moves about
the cavern,
the silver white hair mage eyes fall upon a set of fire
salt
tracks. 

Quietly making his way over to the foot print,
Misto shrugs off his pack and
removes three small jars from his
pack and quickly opens them. He then
reaches into various pouchs
inside of his robes and gets a couple of tools,
looking them over
carefully to ensure that they will do the job that is at
hand.
Once satisifed with his tools, Misto began chiseling off the
precious
salt into the different jars, while all along looking
for fire sentinel who
had place them there. 

Working with agile
fingers and the knowledge of several years behind him,
the mage
quickly had all three of his jars filled with rare fire salts.
Once
finished, Misto replaced everything from wince it came and
hoisted his pack
up on to his back once more and quietly made his
way back into the other
carven and the tracks of the two prior
travelers. 

Upon reaching the tracks, Misto continued his search
for where they ended
and soon came upon a wither corpse in dark
corner of the cavern. The mage
scowled at the sight and kneeled
down next to the small body and passed his
right hand over it as
he utter another phrase. The body briefly glowed a
soft white
color revealing what had happened to it. Recoginizing the
spell
Misto gasped and fell backwards on to his butt as he
cursed, "Dam it,
someone drained the life right out of this
body." 

Misto recovered quickly and inspected the body closely
noticing that it was
once female, "You poor thing, you didn't
even notice it untill it was too
late did you?" The mage's
voice wavered between sorrow and anger. His eyes
looked down at
the tiny body as he continue to talk to it, "I'm sorry for
what
has been done to you, but I can't break the rules this time and
bring
you back." From the pain in his voice it would have been
clear if anyone had
heard it that he would have attempted it in
heart beat. Misto knelt there a
while longer and continued to
talk to the now dead girl, "You have to
understand, if I bring
you I could unleash the darkness here. And magic
would surely
die." Tears flowed freely as he patted the wither corpse
arm,
his hand moved down to her right hand where it stopped and
gave a gentle
squeeze. While doing so the mage notice the girl
was holding something. He
frowned as he reached for the item in
her hand. And removed a small pouch,
Misto's scowl deepend as he
opened it and seareched it's contents, coming
upon a letter
written from the High Archmage to Alexandros. 

The mage stood up
and screamed out his reach, letting it echo throughout
the
caverns and then looked down once more at the girl and
dropped the pouch on
her body. He then inhaled deeply and as he
exhaled he loosened a fire breat
spell on the corpse. As the body
took flame and burned to ashes, Misto
turned around quickly
stormed from the caves. Not stopping to rest, the mage
was out by
sunset and within seconds gated back to the Tower. 

Once back to
the tower, Misto removed the items from his pack and shoved
at
another white robe apprentice and growled, "Give these to
the High Archmage
and tell him..." He stopped in the middle of
what he was saying and wave the
other apprentice away, who was
only too grateful to be away from his glare.
Misto sighed and
shook his head as he watch the young white robe flee from
him,
"I truly thought I left all this behind, but if not. I guess
one more
death will hardly matter." He spoke softly to no one
as he pulled the letter
out of one his pockets and looked at the
name it was address to, "You're
dead Alexandros..." He then
made his way off to the white tower to make his
plans.


Author:    Misto          
Date:      Sat Jun
21 01:52:20 2008
Subject     A world lost pt 1

A globe
the size of a ball of light sits here on a pedestal
slowly
rotating through the spectrum of colors As you look at it,
the speed of
colors shifts ever more quickly until they all join
together and pour forth
from the globe to form the imagine of a
elf with long silvery white hair
that comes down just below his
shoulders. The elf blinks and looks about the
area taking
everything in, then turns a hazel gaze in your direction
and
inclines his head towards you while giving you a warm smile,
"Greetings,
what you see before you is not real. But rather the
image of a mage know as
Misto." The image of Misto looks down
at the globe fondly then back up at
you, "This device setting
here is something made up by Misto to store his
memories." The
ghostly figure flickers briefly as he speach contiunes,
"This
device as deem by Misto, the Memory Orb was based upon a
mix of a sending
gem and dragon orb." 

The ghostly imagine
pauses briefly and looks down at the Memory Orb in awe
for a
second then returns his attention to you, "The basic ideal
behind the
Memory Orb is simply this to share ones memories with
another and since you
found it, I shall share them with you."
Misto's imagine fades away as it
voice echoes softly, "Have no
worries you will not be harmed by this
experience, but nor can
you change the events you are about to witness.
Altering the past
is dangerous and forbidden by most." 

The room is quickly
engulfed by darkness as the voice continues on softly,
"From
this point on you shall find your self in another world
altogether and
while the people and places may seem real, you
will not be able to interact
with them." You find yourself
quickly caught up in the spectrum of colors as
they shift rapidly
around you and then with a sudden jolt they stop and you
find
yourself inside of a shop with several fine pieces ranging from
weapons
made of silver to various other items made from silver as
well. The voice
returns once more just barely audiable, "From
here out, you shall hear very
little from me. But do not fear, I
will be watching over you through
everything that is to come."


With that the voice is gone and from the back of the shop
mirthful laughter
can be heard and following it are two elves
with a smile in their eyes as
each carries into the shop a couple
of finely made silver candle sticks. One
of the elves had dark
hair with silver streaks in it and about his hazel
eyes one could
see age refined by wisdom, laughter, and a love for life.
The
other clearly appeared much younger had blond hair traced
with silver as
well. And his eyes though more youthful shine just
as brightly with laughter
and love. As the two set down the
candle sticks the younger one looked over
at the older one
questioningly, "Father, I was wonder if I could go to the
High
Tower of Sorcery?" 

The elder elf look at the younger one
slightly askew as he set aside his own
candle sticks, "Now
Calis Silverbinder, after the way you goofed off all
day
yesterday. You except me to allow you to run off at the age
of thirty to
become a mage?" Calis groaned and rolled his eyes
at his father then grin at
his elder, "Me goofing off, you were
the one who shut down the shop for the
festival yesterday and
wouldn't quit raiding mothers pies." At that the
two
Sliverbinder elves shared a hearty laugh. Master Silverbinder
with a twinkle
in his eyes chuckled and nodded to his son,
"Maybe, but you were suppose to
be watching my back instead of
chasing after the girls." At this Calis threw
his hands over
his heart and faked dying as he slid down a nearby shelf and
gave
his father a mock look of sympathy as he spoke in a wounded tone,
"You
told me you could take care of mother all on your own."
His voice broke into
a chuckle half way through. 

Calis father
smiles mirthfully and offers the elf a hand, which Calis
except
gratefully, "Well, I did have a talk with High Archmage
Linados when he was
last in here and he said that your magic
crafting is rather impressive and
that he would be allow you to
join this year if you like." The young elf
looks warily at his
father, "You're kidding right, I can go?The hope
and
expectation can clearly be heard in Calis voice as he father
grins and nods,
"Yes son, you may go and you'll be leaving in
the morning, so go get
packed." The silver tinted blond head
elf chortle gleefully and head out the
shop towards home, while
his father smile thoughtfully then sighed as he
reached into his
pocket and pull out a small blue gem and whispered into
it,
"Linados, it's me Balamar. Calis will be headed out in the
morning please
take good care of him for me." A voice from
replies from the blue gem,
"Don't worry my old friend, I'll
take good care of him. I know his still too
young to be leaving
home, but it's for the betterment of AI. We need all the
magical
talent we can find." At this point the ghostly voice returns,
"Calis
was once the name Misto held with pride and honor. Now
don't get me wrong
over the next sixty years he study hard and
advance inside of the High Tower
and even gained the ranked of
Spellmaster himself. And was among one of the
best and loyal
mages, he helped were needed and put the interest of
others
before his own needs. But that would all change too
soon." 
 
To be continued.

Author:    Misto         

Date:      Mon Jun 23 01:00:27 2008
Subject     Trouble
with mages

 Alexandros turns the pages slowly, looking
over diagrams of a dragon's
body, the internal
organs.

Alexandros sighs and rubbs his eyes. He's been in this
room for hours,
preparing for the latest task given to him by his
Master, Jendaron.
Alexandros jerks his head sideways as he thinks
he hears a noise, but sees
nothing. Shaking his head slowly as if
to clear it, he looks back towards
the book and his notepad.


Misto walks into the room and pulls an apprentice to the side,
"I heard
Alexandros is here, show him to me." The elf hisses
at the apprentince who
points a shaky hand at Alenandros, Misto
shoves aside the apprentice and
storms over to Alexandros.


Alexandros now definitly heard something. He looks around in
concern as to
who would be making such a noise here in the
Observatory.

The elf stops in front of the desk and tosses the
not down on at as he
speaks in a heated tone, "Care to tell me
where I found this?" If looks
could kill, Misto's would have
slaugthered Alexandros. Alexandros casually
looks up into the
eyes of the enranged white-robe. He has no idea what this
is
about, but the behaviour is very strange for one of the
often-timid
whites. 

Alexandros holds the elf's gaze for a few
moments before glancing down at
the piece of paper on the table.
Alexandros lifts the note and reads it
carefully. Misto leans
down into Alexandros face and repeats heatedly, "Do
you know
where I found it?" It comes out in a hiss. 

Alexandros sneers
at being pushed around like this. "I haven't a clue where
you
got my mail from, elf. Maybe you should be more careful about
who's
letters you are reading though." The silver white haired
elf leans in close
to Alexandros, "Or you mean I should stay
away from little girls in caves?"
Misto pauses to see the
mage's reaction. 

Alexandros pushes off from the floor quickly
and stands up. His face is
slightly paler and his voice soft,
with a slight trembor - anger or pain, it
is hard to tell.
Alexandros says "You have no idea of what you speak. I
suggest
you turn and leave now." 

Misto stands up straight and frowns
at Alexandros, "Or what, you'll drain
away my life energies
too?" His voice comes out in almost rasp like hiss.

Alexandros
clenches his right hand in anger. "I'm not warning you
again,
elf. You have no idea what happened here, and I have no
need to explain
myself to you or any other. If you continue on
this course any longer, I
will make sure it is the end of you."


Misto growls at Alexandros, "Tell me, what did she do. Try to
show you how
to cut your meat and you decide it just punishment
for trying to help you!"


Alexandros smiles sadly. "We were
both going to die in there. She gave
herself willingly."


Misto scowls softens slightly at Alexandros words, "I find it
hard to
believe that a mage going into those caves couldn't
protect himself and one
little girl. I think you better start
talking." The threat could clearly be
heard. 

Alexandros's
hand unconciously drops to his right wrist. He playfully spins
a
bracelet of brilliant green and red crystals. Suddenly, notcing
what he is
going, he pulls his hand away and lets his rob sleeve
fall down covering his
hands. Alexandros says 'I was sent into
those caves far before I was ready
to protect myself, let alone
another. I met creatures then that I doubt I
could challenge even
today. There was no hope for us... only hope for me.' 

Misto's
right hand starts clenching and unclenching at Alexandros words.
The
silver white haird elf took a step back, "And yet you
allowed her to follow
you in knowing, you could well die in
there?"

Alexandros laughs softly at his words, though the
sound is cold and hollow.
"I repeat - I explain myself to no
one. If you are so simple-minded that you
feel you must take
issue with that which you do not understand there is
little I can
do for you." 

Misto's eyes narrow and seem to take on a
reddish glow as he stares at
Alexandros, "Things I don't
understand!?" He growls as raises his right hand
at the other
mage, "You've not a clue about what I do or do not
understand!"
Misto gaze becomes almost death like, "Yes, I
think I actually would." His
right hand still raised start
crackling with energy as he stares down the
other mage he seems
to contemplate the situation then sighs as he realease
the energy
back to from wince it came. And growls, "If I didn't have
more
important issues at the moment I would gladly slay you in a
heart beat. You
child murder." 

Alexandros laughs, this time
for real. "As I thought. I also have real
matters to attend to,
so you musn't mind if I take my leave." He pulls his
hood over
his head and calmly begins to walk around the elf. As
Alexandros
walks by Misto, the silver white hair elf grabs the
mage and utters a few
words (Fear). Then hisses at Alexandros,
"You ever leave this tower and I'll
be right behind you."


Alexandros face filled with rage at being handled spins to face
the elf. But
halfway through, his face falls into a paniked
expression. Alexandros
smacking Misto's hand off his robe, he
turns translucent and passes through
the floor in a rush. 

Misto
frown as the black robe phase through the floor then growled as
he
head out the door, "Just leave the tower, I dare you." The
silver white hair
elf made his way back to his room in the White
Tower where he sat about
planning his next move. 
 
 
  To be
continue.

Author:    Misto          
Date:     
Thu Jun 26 07:33:53 2008
Subject     A world lost pt
II

The image of the shop fades away and in it's place A
soaring gleaming
white Tower appears. The image zooms in close to
the top of Tower and then
inside of it to large plush looking
office where a man in grey robes sit at
a large oak desk. A knock
can be heard coming from a set of large doors
gilded in gold with
the image of the Tower upon them. The grey robed mage
sighs as he
looks up towards the door, "Enter." He then returns to a
report
in front of him. 

Calis walks into the room, holding a
orb of some type and smiles, "We did it
Linados." He states
cheerfully as he places the orb on the desk in front of
the High
Archmage, the grey robe looks at it oddly then up at Calis,
"Did
anyone get hurt durning it's creation?" Linados ask with
a touch of concern
in his voice. Calis shakes his head, "No,
but I wouldn't count on the other
mages or apprentice being of
any use for at least a week." Linados nods as
he looks at the
orb," So finally after twenty years of research and
using
nearly every last one of my mages over the last fourty
eight hours you
manage to create a Memory Orb." The grey orb
looks up at Calis
questioningly. 

"You didn't harm yourself in
the process did you Calis?" Linados asks as
Calis picks the orb
back up and places it inside of his robe, "No as far as
I can
tell, I've not been affected in any fashion. But only time will
tell."
The young mage states as he pulls another a pouch off
his belt and places it
in front of the High Archmage, "And I
manage to get the other mages to help
me finish these before we
started our work on the orb." Linados looks
expectedly at the
sack, "The badges are ready for then to be sent to
the
Citadel?"The grey robe asks as he pulls one out and looks
it over closely,
he utters a few words and the badge lights up
briefly. He nods appearing to
be satisfied with it and replaces
it. 

"Good, you feel up to a trip to Airu to take those to the
Captain of the
Watch?" Calis nods as he picks the pouch up and
ties it back off to his
belt," I can do it, but my magic won't
be back for a few days, so I'll have
to travel by foot."
Linados leans back in his chair and looks thoughtfully
at Calis,
"Then perhaps you should wait till then, don't want you
being
completely defenseless out there." Calis smiles at
Linados, "I'm glad for
your concern, but it's only a week by
foot." 

Linados smirks and shakes his head, "Fine Calis, be
off then and report back
once you've dropped those off. We still
have a lot of work to do." With
that, the High Archmage goes
back to reading his report. Clearly dismissing
the mage. Calis
turns and leaves the office behind, he pauses just out side
the
door and picks up his pack that he had prepaird for the journey
and
smiles to himself as he makes his way out of the Tower and
the silent grove
that sits around it. Calis stops on the second
evening of his travel and
after readying camp and starting
cooking his dinner on a fire, the elf pulls
out the Memory Orb
from it's resting place and smiles thoughtfully at it, as
it
slowly changes colors. 

He then replaces back inside of his robe
and finishes cooking his dinner and
turns in for the night
leaving the fire burning. A few hours later, Calis
awoke startled
by something. As he looked around, he could barely see by
the
dying light of the embers from his fire. With a soft sigh he
whispered, Go
back to sleep Calis, there's nothing there." As
he started to lay back down,
something slammed into him from
behind. Knocking him down to the ground
effectively pinning his
arms under him. As he tried to scream a hand covered
his mouth
and he felt a sharp pain in his neck as something bite
down
viscous growl. His eyes widen in panic as he realized what
was happening he
try to fail about to free himself. The fangs
losing their grip and a harsh
voice whispered in his ear,
"Sleep." And with out the ability to currently
cast any type
of protective spell, Calis found himself fading off into
darkness
as the fangs sang back into his neck. 

Dark images pranced
through Calis's mind as he suddenly awoke with fright.
He looked
about the camp site to find himself alone and his neck
hurting
something terrible, the elf looked up at the sky noticing
it was just pass
sunset and swore, "By Gonn, what am I going to
do now. I'm going to be in a
world of trouble if I don't find
that filthy creature and kill it soon." He
quickly got up and
gather his things together. At this point the ghostly
voice
returns, "Sad to say my master Misto would not find the vampyre
who
had done this for several years to come, nor would he know
what plans that a
group of vampyre known as the Kendred had in
store for him and a few other
mages who faced the same fate."
The image fades away as the ghostly voice
continues, "Calis
over the next several months had a difficult time
adjusting to
what had been force upon him. Some would call it a gift to
be
vampyre while others would call it a curse. And at the
current time on the
world of AI. Most had a great fear of the
vampyre due to the Kendred, whom
were trying to force their rule
upon the people. So Calis faded out sight
for as long as he
could and managed to stay hidden very well until he made
the
mistake of actually going to the Citadel of Airu." 
 
 
To be
continue.

Author:    Misto          
Date:     
Wed Jul  2 13:41:05 2008
Subject     A day at the lake

IC *A portal opens close to Leela and out steps Misto, who pauses
and
looks over at her and smiles at her," Greetings Leela, how
did you sleep
last night?" 

Leela ICs in Common '*she does not
open her eyes* Sleep... in underrated.'

Tyrolan ICs in Common
'*walks around the outside of Palanthas walls, slowly
walking
through the trees*' 

Misto chuckles and walks over and sits down
on the ground next to Leela, "I
know you may not want to talk
about it, but I would like to know how long
you've been using
magic." 

Leela ICs in Common '*she opens her eyes and turns to
Misto*' 

Leela ICs in Common 'I do not use magic Misto. I am
just simple soul.'

Tyrolan ICs in Common '*correction - is
walking around the outskirts of
Yarus*'

Leela ICs in Common
'*she turns her head towards the sound of someone
walking* I do
belive we have a visitor.' 

Tyrolan ICs in Common '*stops
upbruptly, noticing the two figures*' 

Leela ICs in Common
'Hullo stranger! *she waves*' 

Misto tilts his head slightly to
the left and looks curiously at Leela, then
up towards the
appoarching noise," Then mind explaining why you freaked
out
last night." His never leaving the person appoarching them.


Leela ICs in Common '*out of the corner of her lips* Freaked
out? I did
not...' 

Tyrolan ICs in Common '*a large smirk shows
upon his face* What is this we
have here...?' 

Leela ICs in
Common '*she jumps to her feet* I am Leela... this is my
home
*points over to the log house*' 

Misto frowns as Tyrolan
appoarches," Leela, that's a newly arrived mage at
the
Tower..." 

Tyrolan ICs in Common '*looks over the building and
back to the two figures*
Ah...interesting....*looks at Misto*
Yes, but I wouldn't compare me to the
others in the towers...'


Misto stands up and scowls at Tyrolan, "What is an initiate
doing so far
from the Tower?" 

Leela ICs in Common
'Whoa...what is going on? *holds her hand up*' 

Tyrolan ICs in
Common '*flippantly looks back and forth between the
two,
obviously bored* What I need to do....' 

Leela ICs in
Common '*she holds out her hand to Tyronlan* You are?' 

Tyrolan
ICs in Common '*takes it and bows* I am Tyrolan, Tyrolan Malas.'


Misto steps in front of Leela, blocking the hand, "Explain
yourself before I
take you back as a runaway." 

Leela ICs in
Common '*she eyes Misto oddly* ' 

Tyrolan ICs in Common '*looks
up at the white robe* No one told me that I
couldn't
leave....besides *he looks back across the town* I'm here for
a
reason...to gather some components....' 

Leela ICs in Common
'Misto... what is your problem? This is my home... I
allow who I
want here.' 



Leela ICs in Common 'Are you his keeper Misto?
Then I could understand.. if
you are not then his choices are his
own.' 

Tyrolan ICs in Common '*grins at this*' 

Misto frowns
and steps back and glances at Leela, "I find it odd an
initiate
is allowed out by himself." 

Leela ICs in Common 'It
is his choice, if he get into trouble it his trouble
to get into.
' 

Tyrolan ICs in Common 'From what I understand, however, you
white robes stay
in doors more than any of the other
orders....*turns and looks about the
place*' 

Leela ICs in
Common 'Now I see... you are from a different... order?' 

Misto
sighs and looks at Tyrolan, "Orders have nothing to do with
this. But
it's hide if his caught out." 

Tyrolan ICs in Common
'Oh yes....I don't..... blatantly wear my order on my
sleeve...'


Tyrolan ICs in Common 'Yes....mostly.... *walks up to a rock
and sits upon
it*' 

Misto shakes his head and takes another step
back, "Herbs..." 

Leela ICs in Common 'Well I don't know all
of your mage mumbo jumbo.' 

Tyrolan ICs in Common 'Relax...there
is little I could do against you,
sir...*he states with a bit of
venom*' 

Leela ICs in Common 'I use herbs to eat ... not to make
fires and stuff. She
walks over to a small pot hanging over a
unlit fire.' 

Leela ICs in Common 'I have to get some
water..*she walks towards the
lake*'

Leela ICs in Common '*she
grumbles* All if a sudden I have multitudes of
mages at my door.'


Tyrolan ICs in Common 'I'll leave you for now...I must continue
to
search...but I may stop by again...*he stands, bows, and
starts to walk
away*' 

Misto shakes his head and glances at
Tyrolan, "You, need to be careful.
Don't get caught out here by
yourself." 

Leela ICs in Common '*she sings a tune as she gets
the water from the
lake*'

With that Misto turns and walks after
Leela, catching up to her rather
quickly, "Can I talk to you
for a minute about what you said to me and
Kiyohime about being a
mage?" 

Leela ICs in Common '*as she washes her hands* You can
ask me anything..' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she washes her feet
and arms* Just depends if I will
answer it or not.' 

Misto
kneels down next Leela, "Then why mention that much, if you say
you
can not use magic?" 

Leela ICs in Common '*she looks to
Misto* What are you trying to get at
MIsto?' 

Misto flicks a
finger in the water and looks curiously at Leela, "I'm
just
trying to understand why you would admit to such things
yesterday and then
deny them today." 

Leela ICs in Common 'I
admitted nothing that had to do with magic. As I have
said I was
a solider. ' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she stands, jerking the
bucket up hard* No more, no
less!' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she
walks back to her home*' 

Misto stands up and looks curiously
after Leela, "Leela, wait please.
Explain it to me then." He
says as he rushes to catch up to her, "If you're
a soldier then
what kind of soldier would say something like that?" 

Leela
ICs in Common '*she turns to him quickly* Say what?' 

Leela ICs
in Common 'What did I say to make you all ansty?' 

Misto sighs
and rolls his eyes and looks at Leela, "Ok, let me ask you
why
you get so nervous when magic is mentioned?" 

Leela ICs in
Common 'Magic makes me nervous. I fight with my hands..
my
feet... my whip. Magic can backfire...magic can take out
things that are
innocent.' 

Leela ICs in Common 'Magic to me in
unatural. There are you satisfied!' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she
turns and stomps towards her home*' 
 
 
To be
continue

Author:    Misto          
Date:     
Wed Jul  2 14:28:00 2008
Subject     A day at the lake PT
II

 Leela ICs in Common '*she slams her bucket down on
the ground, and
begins to start a fire* I do not care that you
are a mage. You do what you
choose to do.' 

Misto sighs and
races up behind Leela and grabs her by the arm gently,
"Leela,
I didn't mean to upset you." 

Leela ICs in Common 'We have the
right of choice.' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she turns to him* I am
not upset. ' 

Leela ICs in Common 'You say things are going bad,
I do not like that.' 

Leela ICs in Common 'THAT is what upsets
me.' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she puts a finger to his chest* You
standing here
telling me things might go bad, makes me wonder. '


Leela ICs in Common '*she turuns again and lights the fire*'


Misto nods slowly and looks with concern at Leela, "Forgive
me, it was a
warning to Kiyohime, if you have no connection to
magic. Then you're safe
for the time being." 

Leela ICs in
Common 'No one is safe when is concerns the ways of magic
and
mages.. I have seen to much to now that is the case.' 

Leela
ICs in Common '*she pours the water into the pot over the fire*'


Misto glances down at the fire and nods, "True, magic
connects every thing
together. Those that are blessed with gifts
as well as mages." 

Leela ICs in Common '*she eyes him* So
tell me why can't you mages get
along?' 

Leela ICs in Common
'You about ate the skin off of that one...' 

Misto smirks then
grins at Leela, "Why can't two alpha males in a wolf pack
get
along?" 

Leela ICs in Common '*she tosses some herbs into the
pot, makeing it steam
up*' 

Leela ICs in Common 'Next thing I
will see is you all pissing to mark your
spot on the land! *she
stirs the pot*' 

Misto chuckles, "No, we still use a privy. We
manage to hold on to that much
of civilization." 

Leela ICs in
Common '*she places the spoon down* So how bad is the
situation
then?' 

Misto sighs softly and shakes his head, "I
can't be certain, I'm not use to
the magic here. But if it's
anything like back home. It's bad, getting ready
to turn
worse." 

Leela ICs in Common '*she chuckles softly* Home....
what a funny word.' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she sits down on the
log* So what is it you are trying
to do then Misto. Are you even
allowed to be speaking of these things?' 

Misto rubs his chin
thoughtfully then sits down next to Leela, "No, but like
the
trees depend on the sun and water to live, so does much of life
depend
on magic. So I'm trying to speak to the different orders
here and get their
help with this problem."

Leela ICs in
Common 'What are they to do? As far as I could tell the Lady
last
night was not a mage.' 

Misto glances at Leela, "No, but she
is connect to magic. Even though her's
is recieved as a gift, she
still has access to it. And so may be able to
help fix the
problem." 

Leela ICs in Common 'You tell me all of this
because?' 

Misto smiles warmly at Leela," Because sometimes
it's good to have an opion
from someone who is not connected to
the problem." 

Leela ICs in Common '*she removes her outter
coat, wearing a vest
underneath*' 

Misto arches his left brow
then chuckles, "Now it's time I pry a little in
your life by
asking, who was that died at the hands of magic that it made
you
turn from it?" 

Leela ICs in Common '*her arms have multiple
tattoos of leaves and birds
across them*' 

Leela ICs in Common
'*her face grows dark, she stays silent a moment*' 

Leela ICs in
Common '*the muscles in her arms twitch, her hands clentch* '


Misto eyes take in the tattoos for a brief second and then
return to Leela
face, "I thought as much, I'm sorry for your
lost." The sorrow in his voice
could clearly be heard. 

Leela
ICs in Common 'There was children.' 

Leela ICs in Common 'Would
not be so bad if it was just the adults, we knew
what could
happen....' 

Misto nods as he continues to listen, allow Leela
to vent. 

Leela ICs in Common 'They came and just set everything
on fire *she pulls
down the vest slightly showing him a jagged
deep scare* not sure why I
stayed alive..' 

Leela ICs in Common
'I found out that they where paid to do what they did.
We might
have made it if the mages didn't hide in the trees to fight!
*she
slams her fist into the log*' 

Misto's eyes take in the
scar as he continues to listen* 

Leela ICs in Common '*she eyes
flare at Misto* If is that a way to fight? To
hide behind your
warriors?' 

Misto looks calmly into Leela eyes as he speaks
softly, "When two men fight
and one is smaller then the other,
do you blame the bigger man. That it's
not fair simple because of
his size?" 

Leela ICs in Common '*she calms* That is why I
don't care for magic. That is
why I don't even wish to fight. I
perfer to be here in my home. By my
lake.'

Leela ICs in Common
'You asked me I told. ' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she turns to the
pot and swears loudly* I forgot about
the tea!' 

Leela ICs in
Common '*she jumps up and peers into the pot* Aww. Its burnt
up.'


Misto nods and looks out at the lake, "Leela, magic itself is
not evil. The
people who wield it make it evil. Just like your
whip, you decide to how it
is use. Not the whip itself."


Leela ICs in Common 'Very true. If it wasn't you would not be
sitting here
my friend.' 

Leela ICs in Common 'LIke I said I am
not one to tell people how to live. We
all have a choice.'


Misto reaches inside of his robe and pulls out a robe that
swirls with
multiply colors and looks into it thoughtfully,
"One day when your ready
Leela, I would like for you to know
about my home." He then places the orb
back inside of his
robes. 

Leela ICs in Common '*she takes the pot, pouring out the
burnt up herbs*
What a waste...' 

Leela ICs in Common 'Home is
where you are Misto, not where you come from.'

To Be Continued


Author:    Misto          
Date:      Wed Jul 
2 14:37:07 2008
Subject     A Day at the lake PT III

Tyrolan ICs in Common 'Yes, Misto, didn't you know that?
*chuckles
lightly as he walks back out from the forrest*' 

Leela
ICs in Common '*she nods towards Tyrolan* Welcome back.. did you
find
what you sought after?' 

Misto chuckles and smiles at
Leela, "You're right about that...." Then
blinks and looks up
at Tyrolan, "How long have you been there?" 

Tyrolan ICs in
Common 'Oh, just long enough to see the pot boil....' 

"Leela,
I need to go for a little while. There are a few things I need to
do
back at the Tower. But if you're going to be around here later
this
afternoon, I'll return." 

Leela ICs in Common 'I have to
make a trip to town, I will be back on threes
days time.'


Tyrolan ICs in Common '*leans up against a tree*' 

Leela ICs
in Common 'Until then my friend?' 

Misto nods to Leela, then
looks over at Tyrolan, "If you like, I can gate us
both
back." 

Tyrolan ICs in Common '*shrugs* Why not? Makes the
trip easier.' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she snickers a little*
Watch out you might end up in a
lake.' 

"Only if you put a jug
of that Ale of yours in it." 

Tyrolan ICs in Common '*raises
an eyebrow* ....' 

Leela ICs in Common '*she laughs out loud*
Good day mages...*she walks into
her house*' 

Misto chuckles
then opens a gate nearby and looks at Tyrolan, "After you."


Tyrolan ICs in Common '*nods and walks through the gate*'


Misto looks back towards the house and whispers, "Be safe my
new friend."
And then steps through the gateway to the glyph
room at the Tower. He looks
back through watching the cabin as he
let's gate shut slowly his thoughts
linger on his supposed new
warrior friend of the forest. 
 
 

Author:    Misto   
      
Date:      Sat Sep  4 22:36:23 2010
Subject    
THE DISAPERANCE OF A MAGE

Several days after being raised
to the position of High master for the
Whites. Misto had a
disturbing vision of death, destruction, darkness. These
dreams
haunted him for several nights and days, causing him to awaken
in
cold sweats. Every time he would wake, he would think of the
home he lost to
almost the exact same evil, if not the very same
evil. 

Therefore, two weeks after being installed into his
office, Misto packed a
hiking pack, grabbed his staff and opened
a portal from his room to a far
off location. He cast it without
even thinking about what may be waiting or
the dangers of simply
casting such a spell without knowing where it might
open up.
However, this was simply too urgent for him to ignore. So great
in
fact, he did not even bother to leave a simple message for the
others of his
order. With one last look about his room, almost as
if saying goodbye Misto
smiled warmly then turns and stepped
through the open portal, once he was
safely through on the other
side. He allowed the portal to snap shut. 

Misto had stepped
onto an abandon beach; the breeze was coming in off the
ocean
carrying the smell salt with a mixture of decay. The silver
haired elf
wrinkled his nose at the smell and blinked at the
setting sun. "Looks like
Ill have to wait till morning." He
sighed as he set his pack down on the
sandy beach. He looked
around at his surroundings taking in the miles of
empty sand with
what looked like drift wood scatter about. Misto gather up
some
loose wood and made a fire and eat some of his rations, his
thoughts
lingered on the dreams and have times past, when he was
still young and
before his world fell to darkness. 

His thoughts
returned to the Citadel of Airu where he use to go by the name
of
Calis, where at one time he was even a vampyre or vampire
depending on
who you ask. His thoughts return to a time of when
he made an orb that would
store memories of the bearer. To times
of a person, that was no longer he.
That was what he called his
time of madness. The time in which the hunger of
a vampire ruled
his life and decided his fate. 

That was also when he had made
some of his best friends and lovers. People
who helped him fight
the urges and regain something close to a normal life.
People who
protect him against the Kenderd, a ruling class made entirely
of
vampires. The very same people that help separate the demon
from him with
the help of the High Tower through a complex
summoning and containment
spell. Allowing him to become a simple
elf once more and not a vampire. 

Moreover, in doing so caused a
void in the balance of life in the world of
AI. Everyone thought
they were doing a good thing, even Misto thought it was
a good
thing, until the darkness started taking over and destroying all
that
they loved and cherished. He was the only survive of that
world that he knew
of. Therefore, with those thoughts racing
through his mind, Misto laid out
his bedroll and fell asleep with
these thoughts plaguing him, that what
happened there might be
happing here on Krynn. 

The next morning Misto awoke to a
beautiful morning and some sand inside of
his bedroll, the silver
elf sighed and shook his head mutter quietly to
himself about
camping out. He eat a cold breakfast of bread and some dried
meat
from his pack, then put everything away into his pack. Once this
was
done, Misto headed out east along the shoreline towards the
rising sun and
what look like an approaching storm. 

As he
traveled further along the beach and the sun was directly
overhead.
The smell of decay soon over power the smell of salt in
the air. Misto soon
realized that the smell was coming from the
direction of the cloud cover,
which was actually smoke covering
the whole horizon. As Misto continues to
travel, the smell of
decay became mingled with the smell of smoke. In
addition, pieces
of wreckage began to appear more frequently. That night
Misto eat
and slept without a fire. In addition, his concern about what
lay
ahead increased. 

The next morning was the same and as Misto
continued on his travel, the
destruction of ships seemed to
increase, along with the smoke cover, which
now blotted out even
the sun light. Making the daylight seem like an eternal
dusk and
the surroundings gloomy. It stayed like this for the next
three
weeks as Misto traveled along the beach, nothing but death
and rot
everywhere he looked. By the third week, Misto started
finding actual
corpses with equipment and weapons he did not
recognize, from the amount of
decay and the parasites that were
feeding off the bodies, what ever had
taken place here was
several weeks old and yet the smoke still blotted out
the sun the
further east he. 

On one of the corpses, he found clutch in its
hand a water soaked piece of
parchment, being very careful Misto
pried the piece of paper out of the
corpses hand and looked it.
It is written in a language he did not recognize
and most of it
was beyond legible except for one line. The silver haired
elf
sighed, closed his eyes for a second, and utters a single
short phrase. He
then opened them again and looked down at the
parchment and watch as the
words formed into a script that he
could recognize. 

Misto chuckle at the simplicity of the spell
and read what he could of the
remaining message. As he read the
note, the only words he could make out in
a large block scrawl
simply stated. THEY SHOW NO MERCY! The rest of the
letter was
unreadable and Misto mutter as he crumple and tossed the
note
aside, "No, I guess they dont show mercy do they" With
that Misto looked off
towards the smoke filled sky and open
another portal, determine to find out
what or who had caused all
of this. 

The silver haired elf crossed over the threshold and
left the carnage behind
him. As Misto traveled on in this
fashion, he found signs of destruction and
war all around. As the
months passed, he would find a few survivors here and
there that
spoke of an army that showed no mercy and the only way they
had
survived was by hiding. No matter where he went the message
was the same,
Death has a face and a mean sword arm. Almost a
whole year had past and the
silver haired elf seem to be no
closer then before to this army. 

He had help as many as he
could when he came across them and so finally he
open one more
portal, the one that would take him home, the one that
would
allow him to warn others of the possible danger that more
then likely was
headed their way."Im coming home my broters."
And with that he stepped
through the portal back to his rooms at
the tower. 

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