An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Venosh.

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 a miniscule pocket book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Venosh' scribed in unearthly purple ink.

Author:    Venosh         
Date:      Fri Dec 24
05:22:56 2010
Subject     Another Chance

Venosh had
been a mercenary. His family was neither rich nor poor but he

needed to make his own way in the world. He had been in charge
of a 
company of men and women that had been ordered to raze and
ransack 
a town owned by a rival of his employer to send a
message. 
 
It was raining out and the fires were burning
fiercely. The smoke was choking. 
Venosh was walking through the
middle of the town when he heard a cry. 
A small girl was trapped
in the upstairs of a house. He started to continue 
walking when
she screamed again. The flames were starting to attack her 
in
force now. She was looking out the window, looking right at him,
screaming 
for help. 

He stopped thinking about the money and
acted on his instinct. Venosh cut 
off his armor as much as he
could and scaled up onto the eve of the house 
under the window.
He shattered the glass to try to get to the girl but there 
was a
backdraft. He caused the whole upper floor of the house to
explode 
and burst into flame. 
 
The girl was killed instantly
and he was thrown from the overhang into the 
mud. Near death and
badly burnt Venosh lapsed into unconsciousness. 
Tears flowing
down his cheeks for the girl he never knew. While he was

unconscious he had a spiritual awakening, a vision, a miracle.

One of the Old Gods came to him. When Venosh looked right at the
god 
he looked like a common soldier, but out of the corner of
his eye Venosh 
saw him as either a massive minotaur or a
heavenly knight. But always, 
when he looked right at him, he was
a common foot soldier.
 
The god bade Venosh to walk with him for
a time, and before he had a 
chance to say anything they were
already strolling through a quiet garden. 
The god told Venosh
about his impending death. That he was severely 
burned and would
perish because his men had left him for dead.
 
So the
soldier/god gave him an ultimatum because of the way he acted

throughout his life, and especially in the end. He had showed
great courage, 
staying steadfast to his beliefs whatever they
had been. At the end he showed 
with complete selflessness in
trying to save the girl and dieing for it, for he
with would
surely die.
 
The ultimatum was this, the soldier god would heal
Venosh and allow him 
to continue to live if he agreed to follow
certain principals. Or he would be 
granted a painless death. The
god would take his spirit from his body early 
and spare him from
the agony to come. 
 
Venosh agreed to the terms of life. He
would follow the principals of the god 
in exchange for another
chance. His body was completely healed. Everything. 
Every scar
every ache every pain. His body was remade as perfect as any

human could be made.
 
Even with his body healed the true god
did not send him back yet. Instead 
he wished to personally
instruct Venosh in the Codes and Measures of the 
Order of
Solamnic Knights. After he had spent years studying and learning,

then he sent him back to his plane. 
 
The only thing he had to
do now was to join the order and live an honorable 
life by the
grace of his patron god, Kiri-Jolith.
 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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