An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Okar.

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Astinus gently places an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Okar' scribed in burnt red ink.

Author:    Okar           
Date:      Wed Mar 10 01:17:14
2010
Subject     (BG) A New Life.  A New Beginning.

Okar's life is a
huge mystery, one he is still trying to 
figure out himself. This is because
only three short 
years ago, he awoke in the plains of Abanasinia with 
complete
and total amnesia.  
 
Remembering nothing of his life before, he wandered,

stopping between the tribes, asking if anyone knew or 
remembered him, but his
quest was in vain. And since most 
of the barbarians distrusted outsiders, he
was an 
outcast, even when allowed to settle.  
   
He spent many months camped
by himself, searching his 
mind for the answers that never came.  But during
this 
self imposed exile, he began to gain wisdom and some 
insight into the
natural world around him. 
 
Late one night, he awoke with a bash to the face,
and 
standing over him were several goblins, others were 
ransacking his things,
and out of instinct or subconcious 
knowlege coming back, he reacted with
blinding speed and 
strength.  They stood little chance as he made quick work

of them.  There was only one left, cowering and begging 
in an unknown tongue,
and again something of a memory 
came back.  He could not kill it defenseless. 
So he gave 
it a good kick and it ran away.
  
He realized there were inate
skills in him, something 
natural or learned but forgotten in whatever caused
him 
to lose his memory.  So he began to practice his unarmed 
combat, but also
develope his mind.  Many an hour he 
would spend in silent meditation, finding
balance in his 
mind, and trying to remember his past. 
 
And finally he came
upon Tantallon.  A small remote town 
in the Eastwall Mountains.  It was much
different than 
the barbarians, having a more civilized culture, as it 
was
ruled by a Solamnic lord.  He became an apprentice to 
the local leather smith,
and excelled in tanning and 
curing hides, fashioning them into armors, but also
quite 
detailed bags, and even exotic etched leather art. 
  
He had done an
enormous stretched leather mural of a 
beautiful Vallenwood tree, a true
masterpiece,  when a 
local man stopped by.  He told him it reminded him of

Zivilyn, The god of Wisdom, also called the Tree of Life.
  
And so Okar found
as much reading material as possible on 
the wise god, and talked to those who
knew about his 
worship.  Did he create the mural subconciously or was 
Zivilyn
calling to him.  He just knew instinctively that 
this diety was his destiny. 
And this is how he began to 
worship him.
 
Three years later, having developed
a strict code of 
conduct and a balanced lifestyle, coupled with a devout

respect and reverence for Zivilyn, he knew it was time to 
venture out into the
world.  He would find the answers to 
his past, now having the tools to cope
with whatever he 
would find.  And he wanted to find others who were as 
devout
to the God's as himself.  
  
And so now his true adventure begins.  And he
knows that 
no matter what happens, he has been given grace and 
wisdom to see
it through. Indeed a new start.  A new beginning.   
 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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