Organization: University of Maine System
Date: Monday, 14 Dec 1992 20:10:56 EST
From: <IO11271@MAINE.MAINE.EDU>
Newsgroups: rec.games.mud.misc,rec.games.mud.tiny
Subject: An Ode to TinyKrynn (by Naydok Waystaff)

As the lands of Krynn continue to darken, Naydok Waystaff looks outside of his
laboratory towards the Tower of High Sorcery in Palanthas, where he could see t
he tip of its towers through the foliage. A concerned look swept across the you
ng dark elf's face.

Clutching the famed Staff of the Qualini that he inherited through his deceased
 grand-father, Naydok went to his study. "Shirak!", he exclaimed, and the Blood
 Red Gem at the top of the Staff glowed a bright white, allowing Naydok normal
sight, as he felt his infravision might give him a headache. He walked into his
 study, a marvelous area for any young apprentice to admire. Filled with tomes
of wisdom and archaic rituals and spells, it is here where Naydok felt at peace
. But now, he feels nothing close to peace. A fear.....that the end of Krynn ma
y be near.

A voice telepathically shot into Naydok's head...

"Good evening, Master. You seemed troubled."

Naydok looked towards his chair to see his familiar, Night Hawk, the magicalbi
rd he saved from death years ago watching him. "Hello Night Hawk. Yes, I am dis
turbed still. I have this feeling that all is not right. I feel the Dark Queen
is punishing us for a crime we are not aware of..." He faltered as he thought o
f the horrid terrors Takhisis could cause.

Night Hawk's eyes briefly flashed a bright yellow, then he extended his wings a
nd began flight towards his Master. He landed on the perch, next to the statue
of Takhisis, Dark Queen of Krynn, where his Master would honor his services. "M
aster, you are a loyal follower of your Queen. You have never done her any wron
g. She would not turn on you for being a student of Raistlin Majere. You sought
 his wisdom to strengthen your own. And in that time, it was all your faith in
the Queen that has made you what you are. You are a powerful and wise mage. You
 have proven your loyalty to the Queen time and time again. Why would she punis
h such a loyal and powerful subject?"

Naydok sighed, and gazed upon the beautiful statue, and then to his telepathic
hawk. "I am just a subject, while she is all powerful." He walks over to his pe
t, and ruffles his feathers, something Night Hawk always enjoys. "If I knew wha
t my Queen desired in order to save our land, I would do so to protect the inte
rests I hold, as well as our fellow mages. I would hope this "Cataclysm" would
possibly wipe out those accursed Solamnic Knights, and even the Dwarves and Ken
der." He grins the evil grin that has often been known to lead into trouble for
 those around him.

Naydok returns to his chair, and sits down, gazing upon all his tomes, all his
wisdom and knowledge he has ever been taught. He raises a hand and makes a smal
l whistling noise. Instantaneously, Night Hawk flies across the room, and perch
es himself on his Master's arm. Once again, the telepathic bird calls inside Na
ydok's mind. "You can only sit here and hope that the Queen will show mercy and
 revive the lands to what they were...But I assure you this, my Master. I will
not leave your side. I am forever in your debt, and my services shall be yours.
"

Naydok smiles and pets his Hawk on the head."You are a true familiar, Night Ha
wk. And you will be rewarded for your services." Naydok then cast his eyes upon
 the statue on the other end of the study, and his face was once again swept in
 concern. "Durak!", he exclaimed, and the light from his Staff went dark.

Naydok waited until his infravision was clear enough, so that he could see his
pet in front of him, and that fearful statue on the other end. The young elf to
ok a deep breath, and began to hum a sad tune that was written in memory of the
 First Cataclysm. For the first time in his life, Naydok Waystaff feared death
more than anything else, even the Dark Queen. He felt the darkness would grow,
and there would never be a safe place...ever again.

"Oh mighty lands of Krynn"....he began to say softly, as if speaking to the sta
tue, "Heal thyself and find your strength to be strong once again so that all m
ortals be given a possibility of redeeming themselves for their wretched crimes
."

Naydok slumped back into his couch and deeper into his Black Robes as his mood
grew worse with each darkeningmoment. He reached a hand to pet Night Hawk, but
 never took his eyes off the statue, noticing that the lands, and his very exis
tance, were beginning to fade away...


-----I wrote this to all of you who had played TinyKrynn, and even for those wh
o never knew what it was. I have heard it may never return, so I have written t
his small story to make an ending scenario for Naydok. I truly hope thisis not
the end of this great MUSH. And I hope the Administrators will be fortunate eno
ugh to find a new site.

-----To all those who played, and all those who put their efforts into TinyKryn
n, I would like to thank you for all you have done. I sincerely hope this is no
t the end, as TinyKrynn had the most potential of any MUSH I had ever been on.
I am a devotee to the DragonLance books, and cherished the opportunity to place
 myself in the lands of Krynn. Hopefully we will get a site to bring it back up
 on. But if this the end, I want to say it was enjoyable every moment while it
lasted.

-----You ever want to find me, you can find me as LeBlondon most places, mainl
y TNG TrekMUSE and TinyTIM. I can be found as Naydok on and muds I play.(Kobra,
 Forgotten Realms, Arctic when it comes up, and Dark Worlds). Hope to see you w
hereever and whenever, and hope it will be back on TinyKrynn.

Take care, and hopefully see you back on TinyKrynn, pending any "Cataclysms".

Sincerely,

Jamie (LeBlond/LB/Naydok)
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