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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tarothin.

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Author:         Tarothin
Date    Wed Nov 23 15:51:49 2005
Subject  Backstory of Tarothin

As Tarothin opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling of the House
of 
Dracart, he remembers all it took to get there.  It all started
when he was 
88 roughly 165 years old in Human years.  He had been raised as a
Silvenesti 
elf by his mother.  His father had been Tanit, Baron of Dracart,
son of the 
late Lord Verminaard.  When he was 88 Dalamar the Dark was exiled
from 
Silvenesti.  Tarothin was instantly curios of Dalamar's power; he
began to 
look around the cave the Dalamar had been rumored to have spent
most of his 
time at.  Tarothin found the book Dalamar had been using and
began to 
worship Nuitari.  When the other elves found Tarothin wearing the
black 
robes they instead of just exiling him they offered him a choice,
stay in 
Silvenesti and renounce Nuitari or leave He chose to leave. 
Tarothin then 
went to the home of his father.  He confronted Tanit and killed
him.  Tanit 
had no sons or kin, having killed them to become the Baron of
Dracart.  
After he had wondered around Krynn for a decade, he met with
Ayasana.  She 
showed him the might of the Knights of Takhisis.  Ayasana asked
Tarothin 
what his goal was.  Tarothin told her my goal is to conquer and
rule over 
Silvenesti.  Tarothin awed by the power of the Knights fell on
his knees and 
forsake Nuitari and pledged himself to Takhisis, but the Dark
Queen wouldn't 
accept him until he had proven himself.   

Author:         Tarothin
Date    Thu Nov 24 16:05:40 2005
Subject  Tarothin's Backstory Part I

The History of House Dracart and the Early Years of Tarothin
Tarothin, 
the ruler of House Dracart, smiles as he looks back upon happier
times.  He 
thinks of all the fun he had with his brothers and sisters, aunts
and 
uncles, during earlier times.  He remembers the proud history of
House 
Dracart.  House Dracart was founded during the War of the Lance
by the4 mage 
Dracart, who created the orb that allowed clerics and mages to
make 
draconians.  Dracart had a daughter called Drastar.  Drastar
married Lord 
Verminaard, general of the Dark Queen  

Author:         Tarothin
Date    Thu Nov 24 16:10:03 2005
Subject  Tarothin's Backstory Part I

The History of House Dracart and the Early Years of Tarothin
Tarothin, 
the ruler of House Dracart, smiles as he looks back upon happier
times.  He 
thinks of all the fun he had with his brothers and sisters, aunts
and 
uncles, during earlier times.  He remembers the proud history of
House 
Dracart.  House Dracart was founded during the War of the Lance
by the4 mage 
Dracart, who created the orb that allowed clerics and mages to
make 
draconians.  Dracart had a daughter called Drastar.  Drastar
married Lord 
Verminaard, general of the Dark Queens red dragon army.  They had
three sons 
and two daughters.  The eldest son was Tanit, Tarothin's father. 
The 
hierarchy of the House of Dracart was, the eldest son of one
generation 
became is the head of the family, when he dies the oldest son of
the next 
generation is chosen to be his successor.  Tanit on one of his
many 
wonderings of Krynn, meet Teatih, a Silvenesti elf branded a dark
elf for 
practicing dark magic.  The two fell in love and for the first
time in the 
history of Krynn man and elf genuinely loved each other.  Life in
the Manor 
House was like one big party.  There were so many relatives that
they almost 
had birthday parties every day of the year.  Then when Tarothin
was 60 about 
14 in human years, a party of Solamnic Knights stormed the
castle.  The 
Knights were repelled, but Tanit and Teatih were killed.   

Author:         Tarothin
Date    Thu Nov 24 16:15:04 2005
Subject  Tarothin's Backstory Part II

The Dark Years Then Tarothin's stomach clenches as he remembers
the years 
after that fateful day.  They were days filled with despair and
darkness.  
There however was one beacon of light, the Knights of Takhisis. 
His mother 
and father both worshipped Nuitari.  Teatih being a black mage
and his 
father coming from a family steeped in magic.  Tarothin had been
trained as 
a mage and continues his training during his travels.  While he
was gone his 
oldest Uncle ruled over the Manor in Tarothin's name.  While he
was 
traveling he met Ayasana.  Now, Ayasana is a human woman who
descended from 
Kitiara uth Mater.  Ayasana is and was the leader of the Knights
of 
Takhisis.  She took Tarothin under her wing (her dragon wing) and
showed him 
the ways of the world and how to avoid getting killed.  Then she
told him 
about the Knights of Takhisis.  After seeing the might and power
of the 
might Knights, Tarothin sank to his knees.  In a loud voice
Tarothin forsake 
Nuitari and asked the Dark Queen to accept him.  The Dark Queen
told him 
while he was on his knees that she would not take him until he
had proved 
himself loyal to her.  So Tarothin's first goal is to get the
Dark queens 
favor.  His second goal is to join the Knights of Takhisis.  His
third and 
final goal is to get revenge upon Silvenesti elves for casting
his mother 
out.  He also realizes he will be branded a renegade for making
these 
decisions.   

Author:         Tarothin
Date    Thu Nov 24 16:17:26 2005
Subject  Tarothin's Backstory Part III

The Daily Life of Tarothin Tarothin returns to the present, where
he had 
taken control over the House of Dracart.  He has servants of whom
he doesn't 
expect much service from as he is used to living on the road.  He
makes sure 
his family is close and happy, so if someone should attack the
family can 
unite has one.  The day to day business of the Manor is a boring
but 
necessary task.  First Tarothin listens to any complaints his
relatives have 
against one another, then he makes a just and fair decision. 
After that he 
goes to the Temple of Takhisis where he prays daily for the Dark
Queen to 
accept him.  Then he heads to the office of the Knights of
Takhisis, where 
he sits and listens to the reports of the Knights.  During lunch,
due to the 
many people in the Manor they do the birthday thing.  After lunch
Tarothin 
trains and practices his skill as a mage.  The he eats dinner,
after dinner 
he looks at the financial statements of the Manor.  He then goes
to his room 
where he reads his spellbooks.  This is the life of Baron
Tarothin of House 
Dracart.   

Author:         Tarothin
Date    Fri Nov 25 06:52:13 2005
Subject  Tarothin's Interview

A skinny mage walks into the throne room of Lady Ayasana, Lady of
Night 
for the Knights of Takhisis.  The mage is approximately 6' 3", he
has 
almond-shaped eyes and pointed ears the only visible sign of his
elven 
heritage.  The mage is pale, as if he has spent many long nights
with 
nothing but a book and several candles.  An inner fire seems to
burn within 
his eyes.  The mages name is Tarothin.  Tarothin feels joy as he
realizes 
his goal is about to be met.  His goal ever since his mother told
him about 
her exile from Silvenesti.  Seeing tears in his mother's e yes he
vowed that 
to make the Silvenesti elves pay for what they had done to his
mother and 
learn respect for the black arts.  Tarothin finally thought after
the long 
hours of reading spellbooks and practicing magic he was finally
going to see 
the fruits of his labors.  He was never so wrong in his life. 
The interview 
started as any should, introductions wear made and reasons for
joining were 
laid bare.  It was all going so well until Lady Ayasana asked him
about the 
vision, the Blood Oath and the Code.  Tarothin knew what the
vision was.  
The vision is the Knights destiny; the Vision should be consulted
if the 
Knight faces a difficult decision.  But when asked to tell about
the Vision, 
the Blood Oath, and the code in three words Tarothin failed
miserably.  
Tarothin was told to come back when he had more information. 
Tarothin 
walked out of the room.  He seethed; all the hours spent
practicing magic, 
gone.  He had turned toward the Knights of Takhisis when he
realized the 
conclave help him achieve his goal, Nuitari couldn't help him get
his goal.  
So he had turned to Takhisis.  After all he had sacrificed; he
was dismissed 
like he was common riffraff.  But Tarothin wouldn't let that
discourage his 
need to fulfill his goal was too great, so he retreated to learn
more and to 
come back with more information.   

Author:         Tarothin
Date    Sat Nov 26 00:08:44 2005
Subject  Tarothin's Test

Tarothin was nervous there was no getting around it.  Today was
the day 
of his test to get into the Knights of Takhisis.  His mentor
Moonheart had 
told him it would be today.  Moonheart had said he wouldn't know
when it 
would happen it just would.  Tarothin walked out of the gates on
a mission 
from his mentor, to go out and get him some water.  Tarothin was
thinking 
couldn't he just get some water form the wells in Neraka.  No,
Moonheart had 
to have fresh mountain spring water.  That was when he saw her. 
He had 
found Ayasana she was grievously injured.  For a moment Tarothin
here is my 
chance kill her now and I become head of the Knights.  Then
Tarothin 
remembered how little he knew of the world.  He realized while
ambition was 
needed for the Knights to survive, they would need the strong
hand of 
Ayasana.  He also realized that he doesn't really want the top
position of 
the Knights; he just wanted control over Silvenesti.  So instead
of killing 
her Tarothin cleaned her cuts and bandaged her up.  Then he
carried her back 
to Neraka.  He reached the gates there was the whoosh and he was
facing the 
gate from the opposite way he was coming from and he didn't have
Ayasana.  
He looked around and there was Moonheart smiling at him. 
Moonheart walked 
toward him and explained that Tarothin had just passed his test. 
Tarothin 
was well on his way to being a Knight.  Moonheart asked Tarothin
to explain 
to him again the reasons he had joined the Knights.  Tarothin
obliged.  He 
had joined the Knights when he had realized the Conclave couldn't
help him 
achieve his ultimate goal.  His ultimate goal was to control
Silvenesti and 
show them the power of dark magic.  This is why Tarothin joined
the Knights 
of Takhisis.   

Author:         Tarothin
Date    Thu Dec  8 18:43:59 2005
Subject  War on Kalaman: Journal of Tarothin

Day of Manthas, Corij 376 P.  C.  After being inducted I was
informed of 
what the Knights of Takhisis were up to.  We are going to attack
Kalaman.  
My first reaction was one of shock, I had heard rumors but to
have them 
confirmed so suddenly in front of me was like a slap to my face. 
I was then 
told of my quest to help the war effort.  I at first felt
belittled by my 
quest.  To think that my talents would be wasted doing such a
menial task.  
Then I realized that my quest would help me toughen up so I could
cast more 
spells more often.  So I went out and bought a horse for my
quest.  
Cheerfully, I rode out of Storms Keep not knowing what dangers
awaited me.  
Day of Manthas, Argon 376 P.  C.  It has been I terrible month. 
I went to 
Solace and headed east on information given to me by the Skull
Knight Shao.  
His directions turned out to be terribly wrong.  At first
everything was 
nice, and then I noticed that the lovely forest I was traveling
in was 
starting to transition into a swamp.  So I was then traveling
through a 
swamp when I noticed a thick mist beginning to form around my
feet.  I kept 
going but slower, a defensive spell on my lips.  When I was
completely 
surrounded by mist, it attacked.  The defensive spell saved my
life.  
Instead of completely injecting me with its poison, the
mistling's poisonous 
bite only grazed me.  I fled for my life.  Completely lost in the
seemingly 
never ending mist I found my way to a tower.  I was at a tower
with soaring 
buttresses 1000 feet in the air and graceful towers a full 200
feet in the 
sky it was amazing.  The very tower seemed to rival the gods. 
Having been 
searching for a place to rest a quickly went into the tower.  I
was in a 
small room bare except for a staircase going up to the higher
levels of the 
tower.  I went up the stairs.  Some sixth sense told me to duck,
so I did.  
That sixth sense saved my life for as I ducked a black shadow
passed over 
me, I looked up and there was a HUGE spider.  I quickly went back
down the 
stairs.  I then sent a message to Ryath, leader of the Knights of
the Skull 
a message on the wings of a spell.  After this I laid down to get
some rest, 
I didn't get any rest for the poison that the mistling had
injected me with 
was still coursing through my veins.  Ryath arrived shortly after
nightfall 
and transported me back to Storm's keep.  All in all I did very
well on that 
trip, I managed to collect 350 steel and 1751 gold.  Know when
any one says 
what do you think of the War on Kalaman, I say, "War is like
magic, it is 
very expensive but highly profitable".   

Author:         Tarothin
Date    Thu Mar  9 17:11:43 2006
Subject  The Dream

Shunned by all, even by those he supposed were his parents.  Not
even
knowing his heritage, his birthright.  His father an
ex-mervanary,
taught him the basics of fighting, he seemed concerned about how
fast
Tarothin learned the skills.  Then one night it had all changed,
all was
suddenly revealed to him, the truth was revealed in all its stark
ugliness.  Tarothin would be changed by this night forever.

He had been having a rough day when he went to sleep that fateful
night.
 He had been approached in his dream by a strong warrior and I
women who
resembled his mother very closely.  "Greetings Tarothin," said
the
warrior. "How do you know my name," inquired Tarothin while he
shifted
uncomfortably.

"I am the goddess Takhisis and this", she pointed to the woman,
"is your
great-greatgrandmother Kitiara uth Matar."  "My
g-great-greatgrandmother," stammered Tarothin.  "Yes you are my
great-greatgrandson Tarothin", said Kitiara," and I have an
important
task for you".  "What is this task," Tarothin questioned.  "You
are to",
she smiled, "worship Takhisis and spread her wrath to the elves."

"Takhisis stepped forward," Yes as a member of House uth Matar
you are
expected to worship me and if you don't woe be unto you and your
descendents."  Never having worshipped a god or goddes beyond the
muttered prayer when the going got rough, Tarothin found it hard
to
grasp the concept of a god controlling his life.  Deciding that
he had
nothing to lose and everything to gain he bowed down to Takhisis,
" I
will worship you, My queen."  "You were originally born there my
great-greatgrandson," Kitiara said, "You are the greatgrandson of
Steel
my beloveded son.  Your father was his grandson, he raped a
Silvenesti
women durring a raid by the mercanary band he was with into
Silvenesti. 
When the Silvenesti discovered your mother was pregnant they cast
her
out fo the Silvenesti.  She traveled long months until she
reached the
house you live in now where she gave birth to you.  Her last
words were
his name is to be Tarothin.  Find a member of House Matar and
give him
to them.  They needless to say had heard of House Matar, in the
form of
the Blue Lady", she smiled, "needless to say that was me.  They
kept you
and raised you as their own, but they never upheld you mother's
last
request.  Now your Queen Takhisis has a task for you that you
must
complete."  "I want you to go and bring my wrath down on the
Silvanesti
elves," Takhisis continued, "You mothers spirit has told me she
wants
revenge for what the Silvenesti did to her, you are to complete
this
task," Takhisis elaborated further, "in order to complete this
task you
are to seek out the Knights of Takhisis, further train yourself,
and
join their ranks."  "Their leader Ayasana is my great niece, you
are to
seek her out and give her this," Kitaira unbuckled her sword and
gave it
to him, "to prove you are my descendent.  Now go my
great-greatgrandson
and fulfill you task," Kitiara faded out of view.  "Fulfill your
task
and I will reward you greatly," Takhisis said.  With a start
Tarothin
woke up, "I will, my Queen."

He walks alone born in pain and sorrow heir to a great family;
shunned
by all lost in a sea of unforgiveness never to see the land of
hope; so
lonely, so sad few ever take the time to know the one who lives
in the
core; He walks alone

Author:         Tarothin
Date    Tue Apr 18 18:02:58 2006
Subject  Journey into Night

As Tarothin rode towards his destination his thoughts were in
turmoil.
The sword that clanked everytime the horse took a step only added
to
this turmoil, the sword belonged to Kitiara uth Matar, Leader of
the
Blue Dragonarmy, and known to her soldiers as the Blue Lady.  The
sword
was stained with the blood of the innocent and Tarothin heard
their
screams echo with each clank of the sword.  Then a tug at the
back of
his mind alerted him to the fact that his Queen Takhisis had new
instructiosn for him.  With a small sigh he gave himself to the
state he
called "The Grey".  If there were any people on the deserted road
he was
traveling they would have been startled at the change that came
over
Tarothin.  Tarothin's blue eyes which seemed to gaze into
eternity
turned grey forever locking eternity inside a steel cage, his tan
skin
became grey and cold to the touch, and his cynical smile locked
into a
death's grimace.  A monk on the road would have thought that he
was
meditation, they would have only been half right, it was a
strange form
of meditating that required no training, that had been given to
him by
Her Majesty Queen Takhisis so he could contact his deceased
mother.
"Queen Takhisis is displeased my son, " his mother's voice
floated
towards him, through the grey mists that gave "The Grey" its
name, "You
failed to reach Sanction in time to talk to Ayasana.   Takhisis
has
however, decided to give you another chance."   "What is my
Queen's
bidding, mother," Tarothin inquired while silently thanking
Takhisis for
giving him another chance.  "You are to head towards Nightluud
and wait
for Ayasana's arrival at Dargaard Keep," his mother stated
calmly. 
"Dargaard Keep, but that is the him of the death knight Lord
Soth,"

Tarothin blanched at the idea.  "I said Takhisis had given you
another
chance.  I did not say that it would be easy," his mother scolded
him. 
Deciding that it was a a better idea to go then argue further
Tarothin
nodde his assent and snapped back to reality. Instantly grey eyes
became
blue again, cold skin grew warm and regained its colour, his face
reset
in its cynical experission.  He reined his horse in and stopped,
figuring that where they were would be a good enough spot as any
to make
camp.  As Tarothin approached Dargaard Keep he felt the air grow
colder
and colder.  The through a break in the trees he saw Lord Soth. 
Soth
was imposing in his ancient solamnian armor, a black rose just
visible
on his breastplate.  Soth was imposing in his ancient solamnian
armor, a
black rose just visible on his breastplate.  As Tarothin cam in
to view
of the death knight, Soth shouted, "HALT!!  ".  His horse
skittering to
a halt all Tarothin could hear was the beating of his own heart. 
Suddenly the death knight looked directly at the sword Tarothin
was
wearing, the sword that had belonged to Kitiara uth Matar.  In a
commanding tone he asked, "Who are you who come to my Keep and
bears the
sword of Kitiara uth Matar.  " With his head held high Tarothin
said, "I
am Tarothin uth Matar, great-great grandson of Kitiara uth Matar.
 "

"Why then do you ride to my Keep, " Soth again used the same
commanding
tone.  "I was sent here by her Dark Majesty, Queen Takhisis to
await
Ayasana uth Matar's arrival," Tarothin replied.  "We shall see
wether or
not you survive till then, "Soth replied ominously.


Author:         Tarothin
Date    Wed Jun 21 12:05:50 2006
Subject  On a Cliff

As Tarothin rode towards his destination his thoughts were in
turmoil. 
The sword that clanked everytime the horse took a step only added
to this
turmoil, the sword belonged to Kitiara uth Matar, Leader of the
Blue
Dragonarmy, and known to her soldiers as the Blue Lady.  The
sword was
stained with the blood of the innocent and Tarothin heard their
screams echo
with each clank of the sword.  Then a tug at the back of his mind
alerted
him to the fact that his Queen Takhisis had new instructiosn for
him.  With
a small sigh he gave himself to the state he called "The Grey". 
If there
were any people on the deserted road he was traveling they would
have been
startled at the change that came over Tarothin.  Tarothin's blue
eyes which
seemed to gaze into eternity turned grey forever locking eternity
inside a
steel cage, his tan skin became grey and cold to the touch, and
his cynical
smile locked into a death's grimace.  A monk on the road would
have thought
that he was meditation, they would have only been half right, it
was a
strange form of meditating that required no training, that had
been given to
him by Her Majesty Queen Takhisis so he could contact his
deceased mother. 
"Queen Takhisis is displeased my son, " his mother's voice
floated towards
him, through the grey mists that gave "The Grey" its name, "You
failed to
reach Sanction in time to talk to Ayasana.   Takhisis has
however, decided
to give you another chance."   "What is my Queen's bidding,
mother,"
Tarothin inquired while silently thanking Takhisis for giving him
another
chance.  "You are to head towards Nightluud and wait for
Ayasana's arrival
at Dargaard Keep," his mother stated calmly.  "Dargaard Keep, but
that is
the him of the death knight Lord Soth," Tarothin blanched at the
idea.  "I
said Takhisis had given you another chance.  I did not say that
it would be
easy," his mother scolded him.  Deciding that it was a a better
idea to go
then argue further Tarothin nodde his assent and snapped back to
reality. 
Instantly grey eyes became blue again, cold skin grew warm and
regained its
colour, his face reset in its cynical experission.  He reined his
horse in
and stopped, figuring that where they were would be a good enough
spot as
any to make camp.  As Tarothin approached Dargaard Keep he felt
the air grow
colder and colder.  The through a break in the trees he saw Lord
Soth.  Soth
was imposing in his ancient solamnian armor, a black rose just
visible on
his breastplate.  Soth was imposing in his ancient solamnian
armor, a black
rose just visible on his breastplate.  As Tarothin cam in to view
of the
death knight, Soth shouted, "HALT!!  ".  His horse skittering to
a halt all
Tarothin could hear was the beating of his own heart.  Suddenly
the death
knight looked directly at the sword Tarothin was wearing, the
sword that had
belonged to Kitiara uth Matar.  In a commanding tone he asked,
"Who are you
who come to my Keep and bears the sword of Kitiara uth Matar.  "
With his
head held high Tarothin said, "I am Tarothin uth Matar,
great-great grandson
of Kitiara uth Matar.  " "Why then do you ride to my Keep, " Soth
again used
the same commanding tone.  "I was sent here by her Dark Majesty,
Queen
Takhisis to await Ayasana uth Matar's arrival," Tarothin replied.
 "We shall
see wether or not you survive till then, "Soth replied ominously.
 


Author:         Tarothin
Date    Thu Jun 22 21:39:17 2006
Subject  On a Cliff

Tarothin walked down the hall in Vingaard Keep, the song "The
Knight of
the Black Rose" sung by banshees drifted down the hall with him. 
The words
echoed endlessly giving the impression they never stopped
singing.  The
words haunted him, reminding him endlessly of how the goddess he
was serving
corrupted people.  As his thoughts turned towards his recent
history he
absently caressed the hilt of the sword that hung at his waist. 
The sword
that belonged to somebody so much more evil than he thought he
could ever
be.  Yet her blood ran through his veins however diluted it may
have been. 
He felt like he was walking along the edge a great cliff, one
slip and he
would fall.  To one side was a darkness so dark that no light
could exist in
it.  To the other side was a bleak exist as an outcast.  Promises
had been
made to him when he made his dark pact and they had not been
delievered.  He
was beginning to regret his decision, for it had led him to these
bleak
halls.  Stuck in a castle with a Death Knight, fearing everyday
that Soth
would lose is patiance and kill him outright.  But he know that
Baroness
Ayasana uth Matar, was coming.  Everytime he enter The Grey his
long dead
mother told him that she was coming.  Everyday he had believed
her until
today, today he had doubted.  Maybe she wasn't coming, maybe his
decietful
goddess had lured him there to teach him the price of failure. 
He had
failed, that much was clear, he had failed in reaching Sanction
before
Baroness Ayasana had left.  But the sword, the sword warmed
everyday the
tortured screams of the souls that had been killed by it getting
louder. 
The sword told him something was going to happen.  Something that
involved
someone of his ancestors blood.  Or at least someone that had
known her.  He
gave up trying to puzzle out the mysteries.  In his soul he knew
what he had
commited to was wrong, but at the same time he knew that his
other options
were bleaker.  With a resigned sigh he turned into his quarters
and buried
his worries and fears in the blanket of sleep.  But even his
dreams were
haunted by his ancestor and Lord Soth.  He could not find peace
in that
place.  


Author:    Tarothin       
Date:      Fri Sep  1 22:38:04 2006
Subject  Another Journey

Tarothin came out of the grey with a jolt.  His mother's parting
words
echoing in his ears, "It was your punishment for not meeting with
her the
first time.  No go my son and do not feel Her Majesty again. " As
it had
turned out Baroness Ayasana uth Matar had not stopped at Dargaard
Keep and
her Dark Majesty had lied to him to make him endure the haunted
halls of the
keep, and the dead who walked them.  He had been told that she
was now
headed for Jelek, the to Neraka.  With a sigh he began to pack,
his hand
resting briefly on the sword that had started the entire journey.
 Buckling
it on he headed for the stables.  

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

Astinus mentions 'We have had over 869 storytellers on Ansalon pen their epic stories here for all to read.'