An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Morguldon.

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 an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Morguldon' scribed in dark grey ink.

Author:  Morguldon
Date    Sun Mar 24 20:20:16 2002


Subject  The beginning.....



It began some 45 years ago......

Within the mountain dwarf home of Thorbardin, Morguldon, newborn
of the
Theiwar clan opened his eyes for the first time.

His wide eyes scanned the new world around him, they adjusted to
the darkness
his race was accustomed to, and saw the many wide-eyed, pale
faces that had
come to witness the birth of this child.

His newborn eyes looked about the room, and came across the form
of his
mother, her wide eyes staring blankly off into the distance, her
tongue
hanging from her mouth, and her naturally pale skin grew even
more pale, for
his mother had not survive the birth of her child. Morguldon
himself was seen
as blessed, for he too was not expected to survive the birth...It
seemed the
gods had plans for this dwarven child.

Throughout his childhood, Morguldon was visited by many derro's,
most who had
witnessed the birthing of him, and the dying of his mother. Many
of them were
clerics of the dark queen Takhisis.

Not once did they ever try to teach him of her ways, nor
interfere, with what
they thought, was the gods plans for this derro.

However, upon his 20th birthday, Morguldon began having dreams of
the most
vivid kind, visions of glory and honor, and thousands of troops
hailing a many
headed dragon as their goddess.

Cities, filled with citizens of many races (Many that Morguldon
had never knew
existed) building temples in honor to the dragon-queen.

And in each dream, Morguldon stood triumphantly beside his queen.
Perhaps, he
thought, this was his destiny. He told many of the derro about
his dreams, and
visions, and they spoke to him of the glory of Takhisis, and the
ways of honor
within her knighthood. And told him of how Takhisis chose those
she deemed
worthy by using visions within a dream to show them their path in
life. It was
then that Morguldon set out, to find those who held rank within
the knights,
to let his loyalty be heard, and to raise a sword in the cause
for the
Dragon-Queen.....



Author:  Morguldon
Date    Tue Jul  2 00:26:28 2002


Subject  Letting out the sails......




A small, yet stocky figure stood upon the docks in Sanction, his
blackened
leather breastplate shining in the sun.

The symbol of The Hawk engraved upon it.

Morguldon stood looking over the ships under his command, ready
to cast out to
see.

His stocky, yet short body shivered in a uncontrolable quaking
fear....for his
ancestry held true in his blood...Morguldon HATED water!

A young man dressed in light armor, obviously a grunt within his
troops walked
up the the Dark Dwarf, whom up until this moment was "zoned out"
attempting to
conquer his fear

'General Morguldon, the ships are ready to set sail, they have
been fully
loaded with supplies to last us up to a full year at sea'

Morguldon nodded his head in approval, and as the young man
walked away, he
mumbled to himself,

'A year.....By Takhisis 5 heads! I hope it does not go that
long!'

With that, Morguldon, checked the sharp blade of his sword, then
ran his thumb
along the notched head of his mighty Axe, satisfying himself with
the feeling
of it's gleaming edge.

He turned upon his heels, and headed towards the flag ship of his
fleet....walking upon shaky legs that as hard as he tried, could
not cover up
too well Morguldon Boarded the ship, relishing his final
footsteps upon solid
ground.

He called the command to set sail and head out from the docks.

Morguldon sat directly in the middle of the Deck, looking around
him watching
everyone cast the ship out. His mind racing with thoughts of
capsizing or
crashing into unseen obsticles while sailing....drowning always
ran through
his mind with each disaster he could muster up in his brain.

Five ships total left the harbor that day, bearing the flags of
Takhisis'
armies, as well as the Symbol of The Hawk....

'A year........' grumbled the dark dwarf wearily.....

'Let us hope not.....'

To be continued.......



Author:  Morguldon
Date    Sun Dec 15 20:14:13 2002



Subject  Morguldon's Fall



The stocky Dwarf entered the Training Camp of the Minions of
Dark, his home.

Everything looked different, faces, tents, even some buildings
had been added
to the MoD camp since he last saw the place.

For the past 6 months, Morguldon was on a mission of top security
for the
Knights of Takhisis.

He succeeded in his task, and now was coming home to tell of his
deeds.

However, his "homecoming" wasn't as he had thought....instead of
being
welcomed back to his high position of General of the mercenary
branch...He
found another had taken his place.

As he went straight towards the keep, where the high knights were
housed, he
was stopped by a powerful Draconian.

Mia was what she was called. It was short for something,
Morguldon could not
recall it however. Too many things were on his mind at the time.

'Morguldon Realgar, May I have a word with you?', she snarled
through a
row of sharpened teeth.

Morguldon simply grunted, and stopped in his tracks. He knew all
to well the
position this Draconian held. She was top dog, Number 1 bosslady
to most of
those within KoT

To argue, or show insubordination would surely be regretted on
his part.

'We of Takhisis' faithful, have deemed that you, Morguldon,
have been gone
far too long to uphold your previous position.', she continued.

'We find it disheartening to handle this situation as such, but
somethings
must be done to uphold the queen's reign!'

Morguldon kept his lips sealed. However within his mind reeled
thoughts of
slaughter, and mayhem running through the camp, his blade and
hammer the cause
of it....

However, he held his temper and listened on further....

'Furthermore, you have been chosen to become the new Camp
Upkeep
administrator.', she said with a sly grin across her face.

And as she spoke these last words, a small weak little man
strolled over, with
a broom, and a pale, handing it towards Morguldon.

Morguldon looked down at the small man, his hands were shaking,
and his eyes
mirrored the fear he felt from standing mere inches from a being,
albeit
small, capable of splitting him into more than a few parts.

A smile krept across Morguldon's gruff looking face. And the next
instant, His
sword was in his hand, and hovered just to the side of the old
man.

The sword had a streak of blood upon it, dripping from the sword
itself.

As the old man pondered why there was already fresh blood on
Morguldon's
blade, the top half of his torso slid off the bottom, and onto
the ground,
where his last dying thought passed through his brain.

Morguldon wiped his blade clean, and sheathed it. The huge
Draconian showed no
suprise upon her scaly face.

'I see you kept your training up while absent. Very good,
Morguldon. Alas,
however, I will show you the honor of allowing you to leave of
your own free
will for this action that has taken place before me.

 If you do not leave, however, we can make arrangements for you
to be
"escorted" from this camp....live or dead, it does not matter.

You have served us well, and it is that very reason that I will
give you the
opportunity to leave with your head still attached'

Morguldon growled deeply, and menacingly, but turned upon his
heel, walking
out of the camp as quickly as possible, in case the Draconian
changed her vile
mind.

With no bed to lie in, Morguldon had only one choice to make, one
road to
follow.

He would return to the home of his ancestors. There, he knew his
family would
welcome him home.

Story to be continued as things unfold later RP wise.

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.'