An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Xhanfest.

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 large tome gilt in gold on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Xhanfest' scribed in dark red ink.

Author:    Xhanfest       
Date:      Thu Jan  1 04:25:52 2009
Subject     Rise of the Shorn One

The screams of a dying elf maiden tore through the air. The
citizens of
Qualinesti cringed at every one of her terrible screams. For the
elves, the
birth of a new child was one for celebration and merriment.

Yet for this one, none was had. For the half-breed that was sewn
in the
young elf princesses womb was despised of by all. The elfen
princess cried
out as her child was born," do not kill my baby!" She screamed
that until
her last breath left.

For when the child was born many of the Qualinesti could not
believe what
they saw.

Hazel eyes looked out from a Onyx skinned face, faint whisps of
Silvery-blue hair matted to the top of its skull.

The collective elves gasped at what they saw. Many shouts erupted
from the
throats of elder elves who demanded its death, others argued at
what mix it
really was. Yet one among them knew, one among them knew the
Elven
Princesses darkest secret.

A few months prior to the birth, the elf princess and her maiden
adventured
out into the wilds bording their land. Through that adventure the
princess
fell in love with a rather peculiar half breed.

The father of the child was revealed to the maiden to be
half-ogre, and
half-dargonesti sea elf. How such combination came about none
knew, yet the
face of the man captivated the elf princess.

Continuing on their adventure together, the elf maid, the
princess, and the
half ogre fought goblin bands and saught out untold richest. Yet
later on
the princess discovered she was with child.

Terror struck her and her maid, for what was becoming in her
womb. The
father continuously argued that he would take the child and raise
it if her
people would not. Yet she desired herself and her child back to
Qualinsti,
a place which the father could n not go. So they fled from his
company.
Sorrow filled the elf princess's heart at abandoning the man she
loved, yet
the fear of not returning to her homeland struck her worse.

Later on after the birth of the child, and the deliberation of
the Speaker
and the others it was decided that the child be taken back to the
father,
and that the maiden would be the one to deliver him. Yet by
decree of the
Speaker, the elf maiden and the child were to be exiled from
Qualinesti
lands under pain of death. So with a heavy heart the maiden  took
the child
to his father.

Years later, when the child grew into a young man, he found his
affinity
for magick. He told his father of his new powers and his father
began to
teach him what lore he knew. Yet their came the day when both Son
and
Father's legacy caught up to them.

Men from a local village disdained having half-breeds living so
close to
them, hating both the ogre, and the elven, sides to them. So the
men
gathered themselves in great numbers and sought out the father
and son.

Catching them unawared, the father bade the son to flee as the
men burst
through the front of the house. The father fought hard to defend
his son
from the men, using both mage lore and blade to stop the men. Yet
soon the
men retreated and began to fire flaming arrows into the house and
upon it.

One such arrow caught the father above ribcage. With his father
slowly
dying, and the thatch on the house catching, the son bowed to his
father
and began to pray to Lunitari for the power to take them far away
from
here.

Suddenly, both the father and son were enveloped in ruby colored
flame, and
their perception of reality changed for an instant. When their
vision
returned, they found themselves in a rocky clearing before the
High Clerist
Tower.

Looking down at his father, his father began to become enveloped
in the
same ruby fire that had taken them here. Before he could utter a
word the
weight of his father left the son and his father vanished.

Thus, the son, Xhanfest walked into the world of man. 

Author:    Xhanfest       
Date:      Sun Jan  4 17:09:31 2009
Subject     Knife of Dracart/Rise of Wolf Clan

The roar of the charging ogres dimmed the challenges of the
human
defenders. Fifty strong, the ogres charged the line of humans
outside of
the village. Screams from within the village could be heard, a
faint blue
glow emanating from within the town square. Tendrils of smoke
wafted in the
air, remains of the ogre's previous attack. Strewn among the
ground were
dozens of goblin corpses, victims of the Chieftan's decision of a
grunt
rush prior to the main attack. Yet the end result of their charge
gave the
advantage to the ogres. Weakened by the goblin assault, the
defenders had
little respite before the next wave hit.

Xhanfest stood among his warriors, looking over each and every
one of the
Wolf Clan's mighty warriors. Long had he led this clan, waring
with other
clans had honed these warriors for the fighting they now faced.
Leading the
assault head on, he exhaulted in the chaos around him warriors
tearing the
human defenders apart with their blades, other ripping men limb
from limb
with their bare hands. This was the kind of thrill he lived for.
As the
music of battle whirled all around him, Xhanfest charged ahead of
his clan,
running straight for the heart of the town, where the woman and
children
wher being kept.

He spotted the women and children hiding in the main hert of the
village,
cowering behind the flimsy wooden barricade erected to defend
them against
possible foes. Focusing his will on barricade, he drew an herb
from a sack
hanging from his belt, grinding it in his fingers he threw it at
the house.

Thin cracks popped into the energized air. Whisps of smoke
traveled up from
the base of the yert. He watched as the wood of the yert caught
in his blue
magical flame. He reached behind his back and wrapped one massive
hand
around the hilt of his bastard sword.

Screams of women and children filled the air as the yert blazed
with blue
flame. Ogres poured into the town square, matts of flesh and hair
covering
their weapons, what remained of the town's defenders. Looking
around at the
devastation, satisfied Xhanfest strode over to one house off to
the side of
the village and ripped off the wooden door. Kneeling inside he
began to
search the house for any parchment. Whilst consumed with his
search,
commotion erupted from the village center. Ogres argued as a
human survivor
was found in a nearby abode. Hearing the commotion outside,
Xhanfest
withdrew from his search and walked over to two ogres holding a
bloodied
solamnic knight in between them, peering down at the wounded man
he knew
his injuries would claim the life of this one soon. Kneeling down
to the
knight, Xhanfest stretched one massive arm down and grasped the
knight by
the throat," Where is the order?" The knight's eyes glowed
with a faint
blue light, mirroring the Chieftan's very own. "Where is the
order!",
roared Xhanfest. Mumbling incoherently, the knight was thrown to
the grown.

Scrambling away from the giant ogre the knight did not make it a
few inches
before a massive booted foot smashed down against his knee, You
know of
which order I am speaking of human."

Screaming in agony, the knight finally divulged the location of
the order.

Reaching up and unclasping his bastard sword, Xhanfest swung
down,
decapitating the knight. "My Wolves, we have a hunt."  Fifty
ogres
roared as they surrounded their Chieftain. "Find these orders,
there
written of fancy white parchment. Ogres tore through the
village looking
for the orders their Chieftain commanded them to find. Finally,
after hours
of searching, one ogre returned bearing a white parchment roll.
Breaking
the seal, Xhanfest read through the orders furiously. Finished
reading the
parchment, he rolled his head back and roared into the air,
summoning his
clan.

After the last of the ogres assembled, Xhanfest began telling
them in
ogrespeech of a knife lost by the Dragonarmies, and how so many
are hunting
for it. My clan,  roared Xhanfest," We hunt now, for this
human
knife, in honor of our god, and our clan!

The Wolf clan charged out of the ruined village heading for the
first
rumored location written on the parchment. Each one hungry for
the hunt,
yet Xhanfest had more than the hunt in his intentions for the
knife.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

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