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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Vistra.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 80. 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 heavy leather-bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Vistra' scribed in dark maroon 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. 
 

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