(( Note: All characters that are not the prior creation of another
Dragonlance article are mine for the purposes of this story. HOWEVER, many
of the characters herein are the creation of other individuals, and the
primary flow of the story is centered around actual role-play that occurred
on a Dragonlance MUD over the past two years. I promise, if any money is
made off this story [which I highly doubt], any person whose character has
been used will be sought out and compensated with their fair share. ))
Prologue
Dawn rose on a clear, beautiful morning over the vast woods of Qualinesti, the light traveling slowly up the great Tower of the Sun at the center of the majestic city of Qualinost. With fanfare and ceremony, the changing of the guards took place, archers returning to the city from their nightly watch, as the day-watchers went forth into the thicket to guard the borders.
In Qualinost the month and day were different than the rest of the world, words hard to pronounce in human tongues, but for rest of the world this day was the 21st day of the month of Morgion, on the Day of Takhisis, and Nuitari, the Black Moon, had been in the sky that night, unseen by all but those of evil mind and heart.
That night, a single cry had split the air, the cry of a newborn child, a baby elf entering the world from it's mother's womb, while it's father watched, his eyes flashing with delight. For this elven man, this father, was, unbeknownst to any in Qualinost, a Magus, a rather powerful Magus, a Magus who wore Black Robes. A member of the Order of Black Robes. The Black Order of Nuitari. That sect of the Order of High Sorcery that encompassed evil hearts and minds...
Looking outside, this elf, this father, saw the black moon Nuitari, the god of Dark Magicks, which to his eyes was outlined in a faint purple hue, as his son was born just two hours into the new day, four hours before dawn.
It could not be coincidence, in the world of Krynn these things were never coincidence. A child born under Nuitari, on the Day of Takhisis, in the Month of Morgion. And this father, Jenivarillios Bloodmoon, knew it.
The mother, Minarialiria Bloodmoon, named her newborn son Fenixlyonis Bloodmoon, which in elvish was a name that evoked the Night and the Stars...
Now the sun rose, morning on this Day of Takhisis, a day whose name the Elves ignored, giving it their own name and living their normal lives. Many of the elves of Qualinost came to see the newborn child, for so rarely was a child born to Elves. Even the Speaker of the Sun, who rules Qualinost and the Qualinesti elves from the Tower of the Sun, came to greet the new baby into the world.
And so began the life of Fenixlyonis Bloodmoon, who would one day become a powerful tyrannical Archmagus...
Prologue
Dawn rose on a clear, beautiful morning over the vast woods of Qualinesti, the light traveling slowly up the great Tower of the Sun at the center of the majestic city of Qualinost. With fanfare and ceremony, the changing of the guards took place, archers returning to the city from their nightly watch, as the day-watchers went forth into the thicket to guard the borders.
In Qualinost the month and day were different than the rest of the world, words hard to pronounce in human tongues, but for rest of the world this day was the 21st day of the month of Morgion, on the Day of Takhisis, and Nuitari, the Black Moon, had been in the sky that night, unseen by all but those of evil mind and heart.
That night, a single cry had split the air, the cry of a newborn child, a baby elf entering the world from it's mother's womb, while it's father watched, his eyes flashing with delight. For this elven man, this father, was, unbeknownst to any in Qualinost, a Magus, a rather powerful Magus, a Magus who wore Black Robes. A member of the Order of Black Robes. The Black Order of Nuitari. That sect of the Order of High Sorcery that encompassed evil hearts and minds...
Looking outside, this elf, this father, saw the black moon Nuitari, the god of Dark Magicks, which to his eyes was outlined in a faint purple hue, as his son was born just two hours into the new day, four hours before dawn.
It could not be coincidence, in the world of Krynn these things were never coincidence. A child born under Nuitari, on the Day of Takhisis, in the Month of Morgion. And this father, Jenivarillios Bloodmoon, knew it.
The mother, Minarialiria Bloodmoon, named her newborn son Fenixlyonis Bloodmoon, which in elvish was a name that evoked the Night and the Stars...
Now the sun rose, morning on this Day of Takhisis, a day whose name the Elves ignored, giving it their own name and living their normal lives. Many of the elves of Qualinost came to see the newborn child, for so rarely was a child born to Elves. Even the Speaker of the Sun, who rules Qualinost and the Qualinesti elves from the Tower of the Sun, came to greet the new baby into the world.
And so began the life of Fenixlyonis Bloodmoon, who would one day become a powerful tyrannical Archmagus...
