An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Vistra.

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 small leaflet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Vistra' scribed in faded blue ink.

Author:    Vistra         
Date:      Sat Mar 21
14:53:33 2009
Subject     Prayer

The flames of the
forge flared as air was pumped into it to fuel the
flames. The
sound of metal heating and hammers landing blows ringed
though
out the workshop. The violent hiss of heated metal hitting
cool water
tempering new weapons and jewelry. Here was home here
was safety with in
these sounds. The smell of the forge the taste
of strong metal in the air.
Here is where Vistra came to say her
prayers to the great forge, The father
of her people. 

Her softy
prayers mix into the sounds of the hammers as if talking
with
them. Slowly she pulls out a piece of hot metal and begins
to pound it into
form. Back and forth she moves her work from the
fire to the anvil working
the metal with her fathers hammer
testing her skill's and belief in the
great forge. Each strike
brings the metal closer to her vision, each fall
fills as if
guided by an unseen hand. Sweet hangs from her brow and
is
forgotten her mind on the work before her. Deep into the
evening her
pounding continues with a steady pace. With a great
hiss expels a cloud of
steam from the barrel of water as she
slides Her work into it. Careful not
to over cool the metal she
removes it and lays it down on the anvil. With
steady hands and
great care she slowly begins to work detail into the handle
and
head of a war hammer. 

Softly she speaks aloud. " Roerx thank
you for guiding my hammer" softly she
works leather around the
handle and testes the balance of her work. pleased
with her work,
she remove it and her self to retire to her bed chamber.
Quietly
she strips down and changes into a sleeping gown. She stiffs
and
yawn behind her hands and say's her nightly prayer before
laying down for
sleep. 
 
A dream of a great forge with the
sounds of the smith fill's the air a great dwarf stands there and
works with a great hammer. The sound of his hammer falls fill's
her being with wonderment and passion only a dwarf could feel.

When she awakes she fells something pressed agent her chest.
With genital hands she moves the weight to find a medallion with
a hammer on it. Softly she prays her thanks to Reorx for allowing
her this.

Author:    Vistra         
Date:     
Sun Apr  5 21:54:55 2009
Subject     The path....

In
the early hours of the morning Vistra wakes with a yawn. Slowly
she
looks around her chambers. With out thinking she close's her
eyes and moves
head hand to her medallion and utters thanks to
the forge for another day to
serve. Quiet she dress and fixes her
bed back up. Slowly she leaves her
chamber and heads to the
temple hall. 

The halls is filled with other dwarfs looking for
answers and saying
prayers. Among the other dwarfs clerics both
young and old walks with there
people talking. Vistra makes her
way though the hall back to the temple it
self.

slowly she opens
the door to the temple and steps inside. The Elder Cleric
of
Thorbardin sits inside by her self saying her morning prayers.
She waits
as the cleric finishes her prayer. The elder looks up
to see her and gives a
mother like smile to Vistra. 
 " Morning
child i see you are here to learn more." The elder says in a
soft voice.
 
" Yes Elder i am here to learn more so i may
serve are people as well as Reorx him self." Vistra says with
cheer and joy in her voice.

Author:    Vistra        

Date:      Tue Apr  7 10:29:43 2009
Subject    
Story

The Elder smiled as she looked at Vistra. Softly
she spoke. " Now child i
will tell you of Reorx as was passed
down from are People from the first
dwarf to now." She Cleared
her throat and moved her self to a chair near the
fire place. She
smiles and begins her tale. 

"During the Age of Starbirth the
gods created dragonkind. The original five
dragons were fashioned
from the raw elements of the world, these were
corrupted by
Takhisis and transformed them into the chromatic dragons
which
have plagued the world ever since." 

"After the corruption
of the original dragons, Reorx fashioned five more
dragons, which
he gave to Paladine to ease his heart at the loss of his
children
to Takhisis. These five dragons became what are known as
metallic
dragons, valiant fighters on the side of light."


"Reorx, having crafted two sets of dragons, both of which were
lost to him
and his fellow gods within the Pantheon of
Neutrality, created yet another
set of five dragons. These
dragons were fashioned out of the very bones of
the world,
crafted from lavender kaemererite, crystalline fluorite,
green
malachite, deep blue azurite and shining yellow
tyuyamunite."  

She begins to cough stoping her tale. ' Be a
dear child and fetch me some
water' she ask between each cough.
Quickly with out a thought Vistra moves
to where she layed her
water skin. she grabs it and hands it to the Elder,
who quickly
takes a deep drink from it. "Thank you child now where was i.
Ah
yes." 

"To each of his fellow gods within the Pantheon of
Neutrality, save for
Gilean the Grey Sage, Reorx gave one of the
dragons carved from precious
gemstones. Each god took their
dragons out into the planes beyond the
material world and taught
them the ways of their faith." 

"Reorx took his kaemererite
dragon to his forge deep within the Hidden Vale
and taught it the
arts of craft, forge and foundry. He then showed the
dragon the
ways to pass from the Hidden Vale to the planes nearer to
Krynn,
where they mined for mithril on the Elemental Plane of
Earth and used the
fires of the Elemental Plane of Fire to forge
that mithril." 

"This is the gift we where given by the
Kaemerite dragon Reorx made for us
and him self. This child was
the start of the craft we dwarfs love."

With it said she
close's her eyes to rest. With out thought or being ask
Vistra
moves over to the chair and pulls a blank from a near by table to
lay
on the elder cleric. Quietly she says " May Reorx watch
over your dreams
elder and fill you heart with the warmth of the
forge." Slowly and softly
she moves from the room to go about
her other duties. 

Author:    Vistra        

Date:      Thu Apr  9 12:08:04 2009
Subject    
Duties

Water splashes back and forth as Vistra lugs the
bucket of water though
the temples main halls. A robe of grey
hangs loosely around her hefty frame,
with wet spots from the
water splashing her. She turns into one of the
chambers and set
the bucket down. 

" Well no one said this would be all fun and
games." She says out loud as
she digs out the scrub brush from
the water.

Slowly and steadily she begins to scrub the floors to
the chamber. Sweet
begins to appear on her brow as she makes her
way around the room. Slowly
she begins to scrub along the edge of
the fire place, carefully working
along each piece of the stone
work moving her way up along the fire place. 

" one day i will
be the one making sure this is done, not the one doing
this. My
place is in the forge working no this." she closed her eyes
and
lets the brush drop to the floor after she speaks. 

The
feeling of the forge and the sound of the hammer hitting. The
taste and
smells fill her as if she just walked into the forge
she worked and trained
long and hard in. The hammer she crafted
the day she was giving her calling
lays before her glowing and
just like that it all fades. 

" ahhhh those where simple days
Great forge yet i know my place is here now,
guild me and help
shape me like i use to shape metal years past." She prays
out
loud as she reaches down to pick up the brush. 
 
She goes back
to her clean of this room and the four other she has to do this
day.

Author:    Vistra         
Date:      Fri
Apr 10 19:07:56 2009
Subject     Free time

" Finally
a day to my self and a chance to work in my papa's shop"
Vistra
says to her self as she wakes up to the new day. This
would be her first
free day since she went to study with the
clerics. The work was not hard and
she has learned a great deal
from the elder Eldeth whom has taken to her
like a mother. But
today was not a day for lessons like everyday has been.
No today
was to work hand and hand with Reorx though blacksmithing.
Careful
she stood up and fixed her bedding. With great joy she
dug though her chest
for her old clothing. A smile filled her


But today was not a day for lessons like everyday has been. No
today was to
work hand and hand with Reorx though blacksmithing.
Careful she stood up and
fixed her bedding. With great joy she
dug though her chest for her old
clothing. A smile filled her
plump face as she placed the sturdy leathers on
and slide her
feet into her boots. How much she missed the smell and
familiar
feel of her leathers was like seeing an old friend after
years.
With out looking back she left her small chamber and made
her way though the
temple. Her pace was set fast hoping she would
make it out of the temple
before someone stoped her and change
there mind about her day. 

After an hour of walking she slowly
open the door to her fathers shop. Her
Father face was joyous at
seeing her walk though the doors, yet after a
second glace a
wonderment look took its place. "What are you doing here
in
those child?" Her father asked her as he walks over to
embrace his child.

" I thought i would work in the forge a
while papa, and i dont think my
robes would take to much of that
kinda work." She says with a smirk and a
hint of laughter in
her voice as she hugs her father back." Aye i reckoned
that be
true dear. You know my forge is yours cleric." as he father
finish
Vistra lets a giggle pass at her fathers joke. 
 
She
speaks a few more moments with her father before she makes her
way to the back where the forge is. A grin lights her face as she
looks over the room. Quickly she grabs her old apron and begins
to start working.

Author:    Vistra        

Date:      Sun Apr 19 20:38:11 2009
Subject     Flames


Her hammer strikes the metal that glows like fire.
Sparks fly with each
strike of the hammer. The glow of the forge
lights the room, the heat grows
as each stoke of the air blows
into the flames. Sweet glistens on her
forehead as she works her
craft, the same craft as her god. The ring of
metal on metal
fills the room. 

" Reorx Guide my hand as i work, Allow me to
forge beauty from this metal.
IF it is your will great forge show
me what it is i should create." Vistra
pray's out loud as she
strikes with great force. slowly she see's a shape in
her mind,
slowly with each strike the image grow's stronger as it
takes
shape. 

Author:    Vistra         
Date:  
   Thu May  7 20:28:00 2009
Subject     what's
left

After the meeting with the high king and the new
stranger in the under
ground kingdom vistra returns to the temple
of reorx to think and reflect on
the events. She moves back and
forth along the edge of the anvil shrine
running her fingers
along the edge lost in thought. Her mind races back and
forth on
what has happen and what is to come of this. 

The sound of the
smiths hammer rings in her mind as she close's her
eyes.
Something wasn't right with all of this and yet somehow she
felt as if
everything she was taut as a child was wrong. Yet her
faith in the father of
dwarfs was not wrong. Now her thoughts
turned to leaving the safety of her
home of Thorabardin and head
to the dwarven city of Kayolin like the elders
of the temple have
told her she was meant to do. 
 

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.'