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 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 small volume on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Misto' scribed in dull purple 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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