The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Raevin.

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Astinus gently places a brief catalogue on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Raevin' scribed in glowing maroon ink.


Author:    Raevin         
Date:      Sat Aug  7
15:39:52 2010
Subject     Raevin uth Darumnus,
Beginnings.

Knighthood is an institution of nobility and
bloodlines, of birthright
and prestige. The life of the child
Raevin was to be no exception to these
rules. He was born to a
Knight of the Crown known as Darumnus, in a noble
house, the son
of a line of nobles and knights. As with the male children
of
most Knights, Raevin was set on his path from a young age,
trained in the
ways of the nobility and the blade. He spent his
mornings in studies and his
afternoons in training. 

He showed
himself to be a gifted pupil and he excelled well in both
his
studies and his training. He favored the sword and shield,
much as his
father before him. As he grew older and he started to
develop as a young
man, his father gifted him a sword and shield
that had been handed down to
the firstborn males in the family.
He wore this gift with pride, the
slightly battered shield with
his family's crest upon it, and the sword that
had been reworked
to keep its edge and pommel maintained. 

The day of his 17th
birthday a great banquet was held in his family's keep,
in honor
of his preparing to join the Solamnic Order. His father toasted
to
the great honor of having his son follow the bloodlines of
Knighthood, and a
prayer to the triumvarate was said over Raevin
for them to watch over him.
After the gathering died down, and
Raevin was walking through the halls, he
saw his father in the
halls looking at a set of paintings of past family
that had
served in the Knighthood. 

His father spoke softly without
turning, "You know I've waited a very long
time for this
day...the day when my son would follow in my footsteps. It
brings
pride to our family to see you do this my son."{. He turned to
Raevin
smiling. "I know the road will be hard, and you will
serve your time as a
squire well. But remember that the
perservearance you've shown to this point
will serve you well in
the road to come."{. 

Raevin nodded. "I'm honored to be able
to do this father. I have dreamed of
this since I was a child. I
will not disappoint you."{. He turned towards the
paintings his
father had been looking at. "This is what I was born for.
I
will be a Knight father. It is my destiny. I will do our family
proud."{. He
turned back to his father who was beaming a smile
from behind his neatly
trimmed mustaches. {. 

Darumnus placed a
hand on his son's shoulder. "I know my son. But all in
good
time. Tonight you will spend the night in prayer in the temple,
and
tomorrow you leave to become a squire in the Knighthood.
There is much to do
before then.{. He led his son through the
corridors in silence, escorting him
to the keep's temple
dedicated to the gods of the Triumvarate. "Tonight you
pray. I
will see to your escort and transportation for the morning.
May
Paladine watch over you my son."{. With that said, he
embraced Raevin and
walked away. 

Raevin watched him walk away
quietly, then made his way to the altar in the
front of the
temple. He gazed up the stone carvings of a Pheonix, a Bison,
and
a Dragon that were etched in the walls of the temple, and closed
his
eyes. He fell to his knees and opened his heart in prayer for
guidance. In
his heart he prayed, in his mind he prepared. It was
going to be a long
road. But he would be a knight. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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