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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Mizarod.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Mizarod' scribed in brilliant green ink.

Author:    Mizarod        
Date:      Sat May  5 20:46:15
2007
Subject     A Knome

Once upon a time, many many years ago(well
only 25 really, but to me who
is only 19 that is a really long time)...  Where
was I......  Oh yes, many
many years ago a good looking kender (well according
to everyone I've talked
too, they say he was very handsome and if he was just a
little taller could
have passed for an elf, that is how good he looked)...  Oh
yes, this good
looking kender had become restless like most of his kin do and he
began to
wander the world, looking for things to amuse and awe him.  On his
travels
some how he accumlated an over abundance of items that needed returning
to
their rightful owners, and this became a life long quest for him.  But
it
seemed the more he returned, the more he needed to return, he
always
remembers seeing people with their items but he was always amazed that
they
would just leave them laying around for anyone to take, so of course
being
the nice guy he was(sniff sniff, I hate to say that this great kender who
is
also my father, died, though I am sure he is now walking among the stars
and
returning the gods lost items to them) what was I just saying....  Oh yes
he
was a very nice guy, he always helped anyone he could and was very kind
to
animals.  But he kept returning items as fast as he could, but he could
not
keep up with all the items that all these very forgetfull people
were
leaving around.  Most of these things were just small little trinkets
that
someone would likely miss when they found out they were gone....  He did
get
into a lot of trouble though some people had the nerve to call him a
thief
and try to lock him up, this must have been because he was misunderstood
as
he could not speak very well, and the people must have thought that he
stole
them from him, but he never would have done that he was just trying to
help.
Durring this time while my father was off wandering the world(his name,
well
of course his name was dad or papi depending on my mood....  Oh you want
to
know what his actual name was?  Well why didn't you just say so?  His
name
was Touslefoot Thornbush I know, Thornbush is a very strange name, but
it
does have a very good story behind it...  What you don't want to hear
that
one right now?  Fine I will continue with the other) Now where was I
when
you so rudely interputed my train of thought....  Oh yes I was about
to
speak about my dear mother, did you know she is a gnome?  My mother
whose
name before you interupt me again was
Mellonaire
Lotuslillyarnationsprocletflyingmachine.  It was quite a name to try
and
pronounce, and really I still have trouble to get it all out
without
laughing, I always did end up with a good whack across the back of the
head
when I laughed, speaking of that you had better not tell her that I
was
laughing just now at her name.  Like most of the gnomes I had ever met,
she
was a very good tinker, she really loves making things that pretend to
fly,
though for some reason none of them have ever stayed in the air
very
long(yes this is how my father passed, he was always wanting to fly and
he
had finally convinced my mother to let him try out her newest creation. 
It
was a peddle powered flying machine with moveable wings.  It really
was
amazing and I and her still can not figure out why it did not work. 
But
father was able to get it too take off, but then he went over a valley
and
it the machine went straight down all the while we could hear my
father
laughing untill we heard the big boom and then he was gone) Oh yes
the
flying machines my mother have made are the most interesting things I
have
seen, while besides the under water machines I have seen some of the
othe
gnomes working on, those look like fun too.....  What?  You want to hear
how
my father came to be at Mount Nevermind?  And how he and my mother
got
married and had me?  You sure do have a lot of questions...  Are you
sure
you are not part kender?  They like to ask questions and interupt
people
too.  But because you asked nicely I will tell you.  Well like I had
told
you before my father was wandering around the world, returning things
to
people who had lost them, that was very kind of him.  When one day he
had
found some sort of plans to make this strange machine, it was like a
cart
but with no horses to pull it.  I really wish I could see one of those
that
would be really cool, but I still have not seen one and noone can tell
me
anything about them.  But he tried to make this himself but it never
would
work, and he thought to himself that maybe it would be a good idea to go
to
the best creators and go talk with the gnomes, and who knows maybe this
plan
would be one of theirs that they had lost sometime.  So of course
he
travelled to mount nevermind.  There were so many things for him to see
there
that he did not know where to start.  And I guess one day he ran into
my mother
and they must have had a spark because only a few short years
later I popped
out.  I got to spend lots of time with my mother tinkering on
things and time
with my father wandering, I got to learn so much from both
of them, and all the
very interesting people I met when we were traveling. 
It was a very sad day
when my father died, and it took a long time before my
mother started tinkering
again, i was only 10 when this happened, so I
really was lost without my father,
but between my mother and all the other
gnomes around I always had some new fun
toy to take apart and figure out how
it worked.  It wasn't untill my mid teens
that i began to feel restless, and
it wasn't that I did not like or enjoy myself
with my mother, just I wanted
to see more of the world.  I had promised her
though that I would keep on
trying to work on plans for a working flying
machine, but I really wanted to
try and create that horseless carriage that my
father found the plans for
but that dissapeared.  That was 3 years ago that I
left, I do return every
now and then, but I like this wanderign around and
talking to new people,
though most of them think it is crazy and impossible to
make a horseless
carriage.  But one day I will succeed in making some plans that
will work.  

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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

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