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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Uggluk.

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Astinus gently places a concise treatise on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Uggluk' scribed in unearthly orange ink.

Author:    Uggluk         
Date:      Fri Jan 16 06:57:01
2009
Subject     The Dream

Lightning crackled through the sky, and the
thunder shook the very ground
that the small hut was constructed upon. As the
tent flap flailed wildly in
the story and rain poured freely into the small
dwelling, the inhabitant
tossed wildly in his sleep. Even with a storm of this
magnitude thrashing
about him, the young ogre could not be torn from what seem
to be a coma of
torture.

"Travel east... to Neraka!" hissed a voice. 

The
voice in his head had such an awful screech, like a thousand serpents
screaming
in his ears. This was the only thing that could apparently wrestle
the ogre from
his dreadful sleep, and he sat up panting, sweating and on
edge. He had no idea
what had brought such an awful fit upon him, and truth
be told he was not
entirely such what he had seen in the dream, but the
voice, and its message
would not leave his mind.

He had never left Bloten, he'd really never seem a
reason to, but the
mysterious voice in his dreams was not one to be questioned.
He would leave
first thing in the morning, and leave the reasoning up to fate.


"Neraka..." He said to himself. "The Vice said Neraka..."

(To be
continued...)

Author:    Uggluk         
Date:      Fri Jan 16
19:22:16 2009
Subject     The Journey Begins

Morning came, and the
harsh storms raged on. The typically desolate and
dry climate of Blode seemed
more like swamplands this day break.
Nevertheless the trek could not, would not
be delayed for any reason. It
took the ogre no time at all to pack, he was poor,
even by ogre standards
and could carry his belongings on his back. His family
was gone, killed in
an uprising again one of the chieftains from years past, at
this point he
had lost track of how long ago. He doubted he would ever return to
this
place, and he had no sorrow in that thought.

Navigating away from the
village proved to be rather simple, this area of
Blode was relatively flat, and
he covered a great distance in his first few
days of travel. He did not stop,
nor did he even eat, it was like he was
acting against his own will. By the time
he reached the distant mountains he
was in a zealous frenzy, and it wasn't until
a vicious strike of lighting
crackled to the ground in front of him, sending him
toppling, did he finally
come to his senses. Shaking his head and finally coming
to, he realized that
he was exhausted, starving and needed badly to rest. To his
surprise the
lightning strike had hollowed out an openning in the wall of the
pass, just
large enough for him to hunker down in. He drug his exhausted body
into the
make-shift shelter and ate a small ration of the meat he had brought
with
him. Shortly after he began to drift to sleep. Suddenly, in his last
moments
of consiousness he caught a glimmer of something in the dir t in front
of
him. In his hazy state he reached down to grab the object and was shocked
to
find that it was a scale, a very large black scale. 

"Neraka!" The voice in
his head hissed again.

He soon drifted to sleep...

(To be continued...)


Author:    Uggluk         
Date:      Sat Jan 17 04:35:00
2009
Subject     The Journey Continues

Nearly three days passed before
the young ogre awoke, but rest was the
last thing that he had recieved. For over
two straight days he tossed and
turned, slamming into the walls of his small
inclosure as he tried
desperately to escape the hissing voice in his head, a
voice that had seemed
to multiply into more and more voices with each word they
spoke. Finally,
after it seemed as though no more of these awful voices could
cram
themselves into the cavity of his skull, images join in on the torment.
He
saw a dragon, black as midnight, black as the scale he had seem
shortly
before drifting into this frightful coma. Then it was a dragon with
two
heads, then three, four, five. The color of the dragon changed, or did
it?
He couldn't tell the pain was too much but it would not release him. 

At
last, and from what he could tell for no apparent reason, he came back
to
conciousness but the glare of the sun was blinding, had the storms
passed
while he was out? No, he realized as he felt the raining continuing
to
splatter against his skin, but still he could see nothing. Driven to
the
point of near madness, he barrelled out into the storm, crashing down
the
mountain pass like a giant, crazed boulder.

After what seemed like ages he
collapsed on the dirt, and his vision seemed
to coming around. He peered up and
for the first time in what seemed like
ages he felt something other than pain.
There was a sign in front of him, it
read "Neraka Outskirts." He had arrived.


Perhaps from the wild running, or maybe from relief that the voice had seem
to
have left him, he slumped on the ground and began to drift off
again.

"Takhisis..." The hissing voice was back. At this the ogre was fully
awake,
and very very alert. 

(To be continued)

Author:    Uggluk    
    
Date:      Sat Jan 17 18:36:04 2009
Subject    
Enlistment

Weeks had passed since the ogre had arrived in Neraka. He had
manage to
scrap together enough coin doing this and that to buy himself lodging
for a
brief time. He knew he wouldn't be staying long, for his purpose had
become
clear to him over the passing nights since he first heard the Voice.
The
Voice, or rather Voices as they had multiplied to sound as though an
entire
army was screaming in his head, had ceased to be a harsh tormentor, and
had
grown into a guiding light.

The Voices had talked of the scale he had found
in the mountains, how it was
a symbol of what his future would hold. At first he
did not understand what
this could mean, but during his time in Neraka he came
to learn of a vast
force known as the Dragonarmies. Dragons of all colors
represented the
various orders of this army, and sure enough their were black
dragons
present as well. 

Ogre though he may be, it wasn't long before he
realized what the Voices had
meant, what his future was. He wasted no time
seeking out this army, he
would do whatever he must to join their ranks, the
Voices demanded it.

The Voices were all that mattered, they drove him, the
pushed him, and he
loved it. He had never felt so sure of what his life meant,
and he knew the
world would come to know his name.

At long last everything made
since to him, and the Voices, they had a
name... Takhisis... The Queen had
chosen him. 

(To be continued)

Author:    Uggluk        

Date:      Mon Jan 19 18:35:01 2009
Subject     An
Objective

All seemed to be going well for the newly relocated ogre. He
had arrived
in Neraka, enlisted in the black wing of the Dragonarmies, and
seemed to
have been genuinely accepted as a valued member of the order. However
he had
oticed something rather odd, while the halls of the Dragonarmy barracks
were
constantly bustling with with activity, very rarely, if ever did he
come
across a fellow member of his order.

Of course there were the barracks
patrols, and gate guards, and even a
fellow recruit on rare occasion, but he had
never actually met his
superiors. 

Where had his orders and assignments been
coming from? He decided that he
would respect the other orders as well he
should, but from now on he would
make himself exclusively available to the
wishes of his Highlord.

After some lengthy investigation, and many dead ends he
had come to learn
that his order was infact under to jurisdiction of the higher,
more 'elite'
orders while the black throne was vacant. How could this be? Surely
Takhisis
had not come to him and deemed this to be his fate. He had to figure
this
out.

Not being much for prayer, he was rather confused when he walked into
the
temple. He sat down on one of the benches, he would wait, Takhisis
would
come back to him and tell him what to do. 

(To be
continued...)

Author:    Uggluk         
Date:      Thu Feb  5
00:55:21 2009
Subject     A Message

Standing on the hilltop over
looking the walls of Palanthas, the ogre
grinned with insanity in his eyes.
Hunting had not been the best for the
past few weeks, but his victims had not
escaped without injury. Bending
down, he began to hoist what could only be
described as the most gruesome
message Krynn had seen in ages. 

A pole crafted
from various mangled limbs and bones, held together by the
very organs that they
once protected, form a crude frame almost like a
banner. Stretched across the
totem of gore, there is a canvas crafted from
stiched together skin fragments of
at least a dozen seperate victims.
Finally, painted on with blood the message
read "Serve Takhisis, Or Die by
Her Hand." 

With a loud grunt, the ogre
slammed the totem into the ground, securing it
to the hilltop, for all that
witnessed it to see. The people of Palanthas
would not mistake his intentions.
Takhisis would reign supreme over this
world, it was his purpose to see to it,
and he would NOT fail his queen. 

(To be continued...)

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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