An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Wulfgar.

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 heavy platinum-covered book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Wulfgar' scribed in vibrant orange ink.

Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Sun Apr 21 11:51:20 2002



Subject  A Traitor Fallen



It was midday the day of Agorin in the month of Dry-Heat, when I,
and my
fellow knights Konan and Trevalin, spied one of our most feered
and respected
of enemies, Delve.

Recalling the order place to have him killed in anyway possible,
we
immediately began preperation to attack, whispering prayers to
our Dark Queen,
we were whisked to the traitor and we proceeded to attack.

With much difficulty, we tracked him down, and were finally able
to defeat
him. We took no trophies off of the body of our victim, but
proceeded to take
the traitor himself with us back to our headquarters so that
proper punishment
may be dealt t to him.

Beware the wrath of Takhisis on those that desert her cause.

(OOC This is IMM approved) Wulfgar Protector of the Skull



Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Mon Apr 29 11:27:30 2002



Subject  journey for the Dragonlances...



As designated to me by my superior officer Lord Konan, i have
gone to study
the dragonlances in order to discover their secrets.

by studying the lances we can acertain the knowledge required to
produce the
fabled Shadowlances of Takhisis. Using the lances captured during
the last
war, I have begun studying their aspects, delving for their
secrets. With the
blessings of Tak Takhisis I can safely go about my business of
aquiring the
knowledge of the forging of these lances. Soon I will find their
hidden powers
so that the Shadowlances may be produced, and the armies of
Takhisis can once
again overthrow the land.

Wulfgar Protector of the Skull



Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Wed May  1 13:48:29 2002


Subject  The Lance of Shadows



It was of the same day that he had received his vision of the
Forge of
Takhisis that Wulfgar began his work towards discovering what
secrets lurked
beneath the power of the Dragonlance.

After aquiring 2 of the mighty lances which had been taken during
the war, he
quickly tread in the direction of the forge. "What shall we do
my lord?"
asked one of the skull clerics restingin wait for Wulfgar.

"I do not care, leave me in peace so that I may work
undisturbed."
returned the dwarf, quickly passing inside.

Finding a large stone table used for weapons, Wulfgar carefully
layed out and
unwrapped the twin lances. Still having an eye for good steel, he
quickly
noticed the fine craft and sturdy make of each lance.

Noticing no imperfections among the handle nor the deadly barbed
hilt he
quickly muttered "A fine weapon indeed...a fine weapon..."
Then, carefully
he reached out a hand to touch the lance.

From within the lance, a soft light of it's own glowed, and as he
reached his
hand nearer, it began to grow in brilliance until it became
painfully
blinding.

"As I believed...a servant of Her Majesty may not touch this
lance, and be
left unharmed." Quietly, he began to muse the possibilities of
the lance,
the fathomless power that they held, to be able to slay dragons
so easily.

Having come to a decision of some sort, he bowed his head, and
uttered a
prayer to his queen. A shimer of force surrounded him, and once
again he began
to reach for the lance.

Once again, the light began to eminate from the lance, but it was
no longer
painful. Smiling, and giving quick thanks to his queen, he picked
up the lance
and held it before him, once more examining the outer make.

The power that was heald inside was all to great to imagine,
taking the lance
to the anvil of the forge, Wulfgar slowly placed it down.
Reaching into a dark
corner, he picked up an immense hammer, his own, used for the
make of fine
weaponry.

Slowly turning it in his hand, staring at the old craft and
design, he hefted
it lovingly. "Now, we will see what powers this lance truly
holds!" with a
violent swing that would have flattened any piece of metal, he
slammed the
hammer onto th the lance, only to thrown backwards.

"In the name of Takhisis!" he silently said as he stared at
what remained
of his favourite hammer, now cracked along it's strong handle and
through the
head.

Swearing an oath he quickly placed the lance back into the
wrappings from
which it had come, and carried it away with him once again
leaving the forge
as he had found it.

Outside, a Lily Knight snapped to attention, only to be brushed
away by the
angry dwarf in his rush from the forge.

To himself he though "Only something blessed by Takhisis
herself, only
something of the most profound evil can bend this lance to her
will."
Slowing his pace, he began to laugh to himself.

"This is no easy task you have bestowed upon me my queen."
Still chuckling
softly, he began to head towards the armory. Later after having
aquired
several more of the lances, as well as his equipment for war, he
whispered a
silent prayer to T Takhisis, and was whisked away to begin his
search for the
evil artifacts that could break the power of the mighty
Dragonlance...

Wulfgar Protector of the Skull



Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Sat May  4 21:27:22 2002


Subject  Quest for the Shadowlances



The Quest for the Shadowlance After his initial experiments and
revalations
concerning the mystical, and very powerful, Dragonlance, Wulfgar
traveled
forth from Storm's Keep to find the power that could ultimately
bend the
lances will.

Through a quick journey blessed by the powers of his queen, he
arrived at the
dragon stables and saddled his favorite blue mount. A dragon of
much smaller
size than most others, its loyalty and magical prowess more than
making up for
its lack of physical power. "Tonight my friend we travel on
swift wings to
find that power that can bring about the glory of Takhisis." he
soothingly
told the dragon.

Excited by the prospect of a long and trying journey, the blue
quickly and
attentively followed his commanders orders. Without delay the
pair took flight
and headed south, guided by the light of the red moon, which shed
an eerie
light as of blood on the travelers. They flew straight for
Sanction and to the
temples of the mighty goddess Takhisis. Wreathed in flames from
the volcanos
surrounding, the two landed, and as the small blue was taken care
of, Wulfgar
quickly proceeded to the templ temples. Once inside, he was
accosted by two
guards. "My Lord Wulfgar, what business brings you to the
temples of Her
Majesty the Queen?." asked the guard with quick precision and a
sharp
solute.

Though the guard towered over him, Wulfgar dismissed him with a
swift shove,
muttering "Tis no business that is needed to be discussed in
the open...".

Once inside the temple, he proceeded to what was a quiet room,
and once there
began to contemplate. Only a power of great evil could bend the
lance, but
where could this power be found? How could this power be
harnessed? With a few
moments thought the idea quickly crossed the dwarf. Of course, he
was
surrounded by it, the deep and enthralling power that was the awe
of Takhisis.

With the holy relics of Takhisis, even the great dragonlance
could be broken,
he has seen it's power squashed before with just a simple
blessing from the
Dark Goddess.

With great haste he quickly began to pick through the artifacts
inside the
temple, retrieving the most powerful and unholy ones within
reach, even the
weapons of Ariakas, which lay inside an honored place, became
what he required
for his dark dee deed. Gathering his things in a thick backpack,
and the
lances, still wrapped within their strong cloth, he traversed the
distance to
the forge with little hinderance from the guards, who quickly
stepped aside
for the Lord Knight.

Once inside the hot forges under the Lords of Doom, he unwrapped
his things,
and placed them about. Once again, whispering the blessings of
Takhisis he
reached for the lance, and once more was able to safely handle
it.

This time, before immediatly reaching for the hammer, he began to
whisper
soft, delicate words, words of great evil imbued with the wrath
of Takhisis.
The words seeemed to have no effect, but they silently bit into
the lances
outer power, debilit debilitating them only a fraction, yet as he
continued to
speak, the lance began to lose some of it's luster.

Then laying the lance on the forger's anvil, surrounded by the
evil artifacts,
he then procedded to take up his war hammer, not his forging one
as he used
before.

His hammer was made of the strongest materials that the dwarves
could forge
with. It had no equal, and knowing this, he hefted it into
position over his
head.

Whispering prayer one more time, he dropped the hammer, smashing
down with a
force that would shatter the strongest metals, that would rend
any living
thing into a splintered mess.

And the lance, began to glow with light, to pulse with a
brilliant aura, right
before it was hit....

(To be continued)



Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Sat May  4 21:43:02 2002


Subject  The Quest for the Shadolances (part 2)



The lance split, the aura glowed, and there was the sharp crack
as if all the
rocks of the mountains had been shattered in one mighty thrust.

And the glow faded, leaving behind what could only be the holiest
of holy
weapons, the Dragonlance...or was it? The cracks glowed as if
still molten
steel, and slowly, quickly they sealed themselves. The lance
became whole once
again, though something was different.

The dwarf himself, lay sprawled upon the floor, breathing
heavily, his hammer
thrown from his hand. Wulfgar slowly got up to examine the lance
that now lay
on the ground, having flown off of the anvil under the pressure
of the blow.

"Of all the damn things this lance!...." cried the dwarf in
an utter rage
at his seeming failure, and as he reached to grab the lance and
try to
throttle his will into it, he noticed that when he touched it, it
did not
hurt.

There was no searing pain, no blinding force that would have
incapacitated the
dwarf. As he looked more closely to it, he noticed that that
there was a
strange hue to it as well, no more lusty silver radiance.

Stepping out from the glare of the forge fires, he examined it
more closely
only to reveal success! He had done his work, he had forced the
will of
Takhisis onto the lance, no longer was it the holy dragonlance,
but a
corrupted version of its former self.

No longer the brilliant lance of Paladine, it fell somewhere
between lightness
and dark, the effective forces of good and evil bound up inside
canceled each
other out, leaving only what remained to be what looked like a
normal lance.

THe only difference was that Wulfgar could feel the power, the
wrath of
Takhisis inside, and he knew instinctively, that that power could
be
harnessed, that it could overun the light inside.

Whispering thanks to his queen he picked up his hammer, and then
the lance
itself, carefully placing them back into the folds of their
respective cloths.
From there he left, and was once again before his mount.

"Up my friend, we head for Icewall to meet with Lord Konan and
Sir Lotari,
that we may use what I have produced and their items as well to
create anvil
upon which we shall forge Takhsisis' great weapons."

They quickly mounted upon the sky and flew south once again, this
time due
south, towards the great Icewall Glavier where the anvil which
would bring
into this world the greatest of all evil eapons was to be forged.

Wulfgar Protector of the Skull


Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Thu May 16 13:45:24 2002


Subject  Quest for the Shadowlances




The anvil was made, the tools for forging complete. Only one
thing
remained....the hammer itself that would forge the mighty
Shadowlances.

As Wulfgar thought over the possibilities, his Lord Konan burst
in,
"Wulfgar, we have recieved a vision of the hammer."

Intrigued, Wulfgar listened, again, the trio of knights had to
split upto
search for the individual parts of the hammer. Lotari for the
stone shaft,
Konan for the dragon skull that would form the hammer itself, and
Wulfgar for
the ancient magic t that would seal the two pieces together.
Wulfgar pondered
the ancient craft of the weapon. What magic could seal these two
parts
together and still hold the great weight of the magic of
Takhisis? Only a
wizard would know.

Knowing no one else to turn to, Wulfgar sought out the dark
knight Aelroth,
sorceror of the Thorn.

"Greetings lord Wulfgar," the mage began with a slight sneer
on his face.
Muttering a quick hello, Wulfgar turned to the mage, "You know
best the
magic of Her Majesty, tell me, what magic can be used to bind
things together
in the most unholy of power?" Thinking for a minute, the mage
responded
slowly "I know not of any magic readily available for what you
request,
though I am sure the libraries in  the temples of Her Majesty may
contain what
you seek."

Of course! Why had he bothered with the mage in the first place?
With a quick
salute and not another word, Wulfgar stocked out of the room
towards the
temples of Takhisis.

Once inside, he immediately began to ply through the books,
searching every
one he could find dealing with the workings of his queen.

FOr days he searched fruitlessly finding no book that suited his
purpose.
Finally, seeking rest from his labor, he lay down, only to wake
again.

In his mind floated the burning image of a book hidden behind
stacks of others
like it.

Wulfgar instantly knew the location as if bidden to it by his
queen. He ran
towards it and crashed through piles of papers and books, seeking
the one that
was his goal. Plowing into a stack he came back up with a book of
ancient
make.

The bounding of black leather was rotting away and the pages were
yellowed
with age. Looking inside he found a recount of magics known only
to those
loyal to the Queen of Darkness.

Inside he saw a paragraph that peaked his interest:

The spell of binding used to form the temple of Takhisis in the
valley of
Neraka is one of great power and might. Inseperable are the items
that are
bound bye it, The unholy magiks which flow through this binding
can never be
undone unless the Queen herself bids it.

Reading furthur on he discovered that the magic scrolls onto
which the ancient
spell were scrawled were kept in a magic shrine on a forgotten
island east of
Silvanesti The writing went on furthur to explain the anicne
tmagic curse that
had been layed upon the shrine.

"Bah, with Takhisis' help I can pass through any damn mages
'curse' with not
so much as a scratch." FInally taking leave of his studies he
layed down to
rest.

In his mind floated a voice of the worst dreams, filled with doom
and death,
"Do not underestimate the power of my curses foolish dwarf, and
forever
remember them for their deadliness"

Muttering to himself, Wulfgar fell asleep. Before dawn the next
day, he set
out upon dragonback, not wishing to expend his energy, for the
cursed island.
WIth a slight shiver running down his back he prepared to face
the trial which
his quen had layed before him.

Wulfgar Protector of the SKull



Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Thu May 23 18:20:17 2002


Subject  Quest for the Shadowlances




It was night before the dwarf emerged from the chasm of the
island cave where
he had so recently entered.

Blood streamed from a gash across his arm clumsily bandaged with
a scrap of
his tunic he had worn. His eyes were red rimmed and wide, as
though still in
shock from what he had seen.

He slumped against the flank of his resting dragon, too tired to
contemplate
what had occired to him, he only knew the minions of the evil
sorceror who
cursed the great maw of the cavern had put up stiffer resistance
than one
would think.

The blessings of Takhisis shielded him from their onslaught and
yet
strengthened his own. He smiled wearily to himself and pulled a
molded scroll
case from his belt. The outer casing was cracking, but the sacred
pize inside
remained unharmed.

The ravages of time had not touched the last copy of the ancient
scripture
that would bind the Hammer of Shadows together. Finally haveing
achieved his
goal, he took one blissful moment of rest.

Then, Wulfgar whispered a slight prayer to his queen..."My
Queen...give me
the strength to continue onward..."

Strength flowed through his tired muscles, blood burned once more
in his
veins. The strength of the Dark Queen flowed through him like a
dark wave.

Once more he mounted his dragon. "Up, we ride for Sanction."

With a powerful burst of his wings the dragon plummeted up into
the air.

With grace the dragon floated upward and soared towards the
horizon.
Eventually the two reached the glowing summits of the Lords of
Doom, the
mighty cauldrons that would form the hammer.

Upon arriving a blast of heat slammed into the two, the metal of
Wulfgar's
armor heated and began to burn. The tips of his plated beard
began to singe
and the smell of burnt hair filled his nostrils.

He sharply reined, and flew out of range of the furnaces. "Damn
blasted
volcanoes, can't get near them like this. We must get something
to deal with
this."

Searching his memory, he remembered the small village of
Ironhammer. It was a
small village of his fellow neidar, skilled in the crafting of
enchanted items
that provided protetion from all elements.

"Of course!" he guffawed "My own kin make the best steel,
with the
finest protection." He reined the dragon again, and began to
head for the
foothills of the mountains.

A day later, he was upon the air again. "Damn times, forces a
dwarf to sell
his own beard before he can get what he needs." he muttered.
After a days
exhausting bartering, he had to part with his favorite forge
hammer in order
to aquire the s small helmet he now held in his hand. The helmet
was ordinary,
but felt chilling to the touch, and had a mane that seemed to be
frzen into a
spike of ice protruding from the top.

Again, the pair flew for the Lords of Doom, this time, upon
seeing them, they
approached more cautiously. Then, he replaced his skull-like
helmet with the
small dwarven one, and instantly felt a chill through his soul.

But, it was not a numbing chill, only a slight discomfiture that
subsided
after beeing worn for a long time. Again the fired of the mammoth
volcanoes
blasted up, and heat struck, but Wulfgar felt none of it, only a
slight
breeze.

The dragon, unaffected, landed and deposited it's rider on a crag
that lead
deep into the heart of the mountain. It was finally time to
create the
instrument that would bring about the mightiest and most evil of
all weapons.

Wulfgar Protector of the Skull



Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Tue May 28 13:40:12 2002


Subject  THE QUEST ACHIEVED!!!!!




The Lords of Doom echoed with the thunder of their booming
eruptions, fire
hotter than a thousand red dragon's flames burned a smoky glow
into the sky.

Deep withitn the bowles of the tallest mountain the three knights
once again
met. "Greetings Lord Konan, Lord Wulfgar" exclaimed the
knight Lotari,
who's most recent venture to the elves had provided him with
protection
against the inferno's heat. The giant minoutaur nodded his
greeting, and all
three raised a quick solute. "Let us be done with this, our
forces need this
weapon, and our commanders yearn for the chance to once again
raise the
Knighthood from this stalemate

into which we have ben placed" replied the dwarf.

Each in turn, drew their prized objects for which they had
searched, Konan,
the skull of the silver dragon, Lotari, the stone shaft, and
Wulfgar the
scroll upon which was contained the blessings needed to forge the
hammer.

Wulfgar peered up through thick eyebrows at the other two, and
then , the
forging of the shadowhammer began. WIth a loud, resounding voice,
Wulfgar
began to read the enchantment upon the scroll. His voice echoed
around the
cavern like a thunderou thunderous roar that carried all of the
weight of the
Dark Queen.

Konan and Lotari simultaneously dropped their pieces into the
blazing
cauldron, and as the enchantment continued, the steeming lava
began to roar
with a violent force.

AS Wulfgar neared the end of the scroll, the lava hissed and
screamed, the
smell of sulfurous smoke was overwhelming, black clouds of smoke
churned in
the air, the forging was nearing it's completion.

"...by the poer of her Majesty Takhisis!" were the ending
words of the
scroll, which boomed like a clarrion call through the cave. The
cauldron
exploded, fire poured around the three warriors, only the
enchantments of
their items protected th them from the toungues of the flames.

In front of the dwarf, amidst the chaos of the explosion, the
hammer appeared.
Awe struck him...of all the hammers he had ever seen, this was
the finest.

The stone was a dark obsidian color and the skull had faded to a
melevolent
black. The entire hammer seemed as stone, but when he took it it
was light and
easy to wield.

The chaos ceased, and before the trio appeared what had long been
lost to the
world of mortals...the forge of Takhisis.

"By the queen..." they whispered. THe forge glowed with a
dark radiance
that seemed to repulse all other light, but soothed the souls of
her servants.

Inside lay the anvil that the three had constructed, the lances
that had been
corrupted, and a hotly burning forge fire.

Walking over each realized that all of their work was a bout to
be achieved,
the pinacle of their goals had come to fruition. FInally, the
armies of
Takhisis would rise with a new power that would make them
unstoppable.

Taking the lances, Konan placed them on the anvil, and took the
hammer from
Wulfgar. With a critical eye he look the lances over and decided
the time was
right.

"It is now time for Her Majesty's greatest weapon to be
created" stated
Lotari, not without a hint of excitement in his voice.

A glimmer corssed Wulfgar's eyes, and he smiled happily, "What
fine weapons
we will create for our Queen." Konan easily hefted the hammer
into his
hands, and taking a step back from the forge, he prepared to
swing it. This
was the moment that could change the world, bring new power to
the forces of
Dark.

Taking the hammer, he lifted it up, higher and higher, until he
was stretched
to his fll height. And then he swung...

The light of the forge flickered across the obsidian hammer that
plunged down
with the entire weight of the minotaur behind it.

The world shook, the mountains trembled with the power that was
unleashed, the
walls crumbled, the fires roared, the sound was deafening, and
amidst it all
the scream of the chromatic dragon reigned triumphant.



Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Tue May 28 13:46:09 2002


Subject  THE QUEST ACHIEVED




This was it, the Shadowlances had been made, sparkes flew
from the lance,
a dark purge swept through the glowing steel, and then it
blackened into the
same color as the knight's armor.

The lances glowed not a light radiance as their silvery
counterparts did, but
shone with a brilliant fiery aura that swirled around it. The
firy aura did
not remain one color, but seemed of all colors.

At first it seemed green, then blue, then red, then white, and
finally black,
until it settled into the last hue, and remained there, a dark
overpowering
aura.

"It is done" sighed the minotaur, as if the blow had made him
wearry,
requiring all his energy. The others nodded, feeling drained
themselves.

With that, they looked upon the rest of the lances, they all
matched the
first, glowing with the same dark aura.

Picking them up, they ventured out of the Volcano with their
prizes. They had
creted her Majesty's ultimate weapon.

Calm seemed to reign the Lords of Doom for the first time in
their history.



Author:  Wulfgar
Date    Tue Jul 30 14:49:52 2002


Subject  My History




I was young when the cleric Delve came to my town. I lived
peacefully in a
small village of other Neidar dwarves, a village that existed off
of trade
with humans.

I was gifted in the art of healing, the use of herbs and other
such things.
For a long time I practiced this art and became very good at it,
but I was not
content to stay at my home.

I saw my chance when the dwarf Delve, a member of the Knights of
Takhisis,
came to our village. It was certainly something, none of us had
seen many
outsiders before, least of all a knight, and a dwarven knight at
that!

Soon after he passed through I left my village, seeking him out.
I had always
wanted to do something, rather than sit and become a simple
minded farmer.

I cought up with him, and upon his inspection, and after prayers
to his Queen
I made oath, and joined the Knighthood.

As a squire, I received clerical powers from Her Majesty that
were beyond my
wildest dreams, and they were only a taste of what I could
achieve. I could
become powerful, and respected, a dream of any young dwarf in my
taown.

Soon after I joined, war erupted between Solamnics and Knights of
Takhisis. I
was placed in charge of the defense of Sanction, the capitol of
worship for my
Queen.

There I raised defenses, recruited hundreds of soldiers and
trained them. The
war raged on, and though my soldiers did not directly
participate, they held
the most important stronghold of the Knighthood.

The war calmed, and during the lull, I was promoted to the rank
of Skull
Knight. It gave me great pleasure to be among the elite Knights
in Her army.
The war began afresh, and my troops were tested in combat.

Though I myself did not accompany them, they helped in the
taking, and the
defense of the HIgh Clerist Tower. During this period I was
hunting the
elusive Wildrunner Makaris, who eventually escaped me, but not
after
considerable harm.

Soon afterwards, the war ended, the Knighthood had fallen back to
Sanction,
and for my efforts I was promoted to Skull Paladin. All was well,
but then,
Lord Delve defected and began to systematically hunt down our
knights.

Therefore, as a paladin of the Skull, it was my duty to put his
crimes to an
end. With the help of the Lord Knight Konan, we hunted Delve
down, and had him
at our mercy, only to have him escape before we could aprehend
him.

Soon afterwards, to fill the whole left by Lord Delve's
departure, I was made
Lord of the Skull and achieved the highest rank of the Skull
Knights.

Things went well, I took squires, trained them, and produced
knights. Yet,
things began to go downhill. The new Minions of Dark began to
stir
considerable trouble.

The Mercenary General Thez was not agreeable, trying to force his
ways upon
the other knights. The newer members also began to pose problems,
and instead
of spreading the will of Her Majesty, I was forced to instead
train her new
Knights.

Therefore, I left under the precept that I becomre one of Her
priests, or even
high priests, to spread Her influence throughout the land.

Thus, I have come to you, the Holy Order of the Stars, in order
to achieve the
will of my Queen.

Wulfgar, Retired Lord of Skulls


Author:    Wulfgar        
Date:      Sun Sep 14
04:19:43 2008
Subject     Dark Purpose

Tenuous could
best describe his relationship with his dark goddess. The queen
of evil had both blessed and cursed the dwarf. Blessed him with
unnatural powers and yet cursed him by turning on him at the most
cataclysmic of times.
That he had turned back to her after years
of faithless wandering was a small miracle- though he was always
drawn to power. Considered old among his race and ancient among
his followers he was still weak to the charms of the dark
temptress.
For weeks she whispered in his dreams, and his anger
could only sustain him for so long. When Takhisis desired
servitude she would have it, and she knew just how to get it.
Wulfgar had an iron will, but iron is nothing to the gods.
After
resisting he finally bent knee and prayed to his goddess once
again. She answered not with an apocalyptic display of her power,
but rather a deep sense of power that welled up within the
dwarf.
He would no longer fight his battles alone. Instead he
would, as he once had, wield all the terrible wrath of his
goddess in the fall of each hammer blow. Yet again the
relationship was....tenuous.
"Make them remember my name as it
should be..." she whispered. And his response was not that of
the devout, but rather that of the mercenary, "As long as you
pay me what is due."
Thus their relationship was renewed, and
he set out with a new purpose albeit grudgingly. The bidding of
his master.

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 sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'