In a world where magic rules over science, where wizards are so much more than magicians, where good and evil take form, there come forth tales of the would be and the had been.

Welcome to Krynn, continent of Ansalon, setting of the bestselling series Dragonlance.

For details on the events of the world of Krynn, check out these informative volumes in the Great Library of Palanthas.

Special places to point out:

The Dragonlance Webring: Hosted right here in our very own Geocities community. Fell free to tour these pages for more information. You'll probably find most of my other links among them, but a second look shouldn't disturb such brave adventurers as yourselves.

Other Dragonlance lovers in the Geocities:

The Dragonlance Guild: The homepage of a community of Dragonlance roleplayers on WChat. Laurana's Page of Fantasy: This personal homepage This world is home to the infamous Heros of the Lance and, more importantly, the Daughters of Krynn. One of these three very unidentical triplets, made from the essence of Krynn itself, is the human raised child of neutrality.

Oreanna DeAdaline

Welcome gentle lords and ladies to my humble home. My name, Oreanna DeAdaline, was a gift to me by my guardians, a pair long dead whose love for one another still lives as a marvelous example in my heart of the good in the world. In their memory I continue to answer to the familar name they always called me by, Anna. At the deaths of these two unique souls I left and continue to wander the surface of Ansalon, at first a scholar and scribe alone in her solitary travels and observations of life from all aspects of social class. I live for a sense of overall balance and have only seen it in rare moments between wars. Just before the Cataclysm it was a good time to live...if you were rich. If you were poor, you were exploited by the lords and church. If you were middle-class, you were very noble looking souless pawns. After the firey mountain fell, there was some sort of balance restored in the equal poverty and pain among all creatures. Then evil began to grow more powerful again until the War of the Lance ended. The pattern continues.

You most likely wonder how I am still alive and actively recording the situations of life around me after two Ages of Time? Simple. After I reached the age of 20, exactly, I became immortal. This became the reason of my guardians' deaths (at the hands of the rest of their own village) and my cause to wander from place to place. It is not a whim. It is a necessity. When a year passes with no change in a growing young woman, word of black magic spreads. And I must leave.

After too long traveling, road weariness settled upon me and I chose to finally work towards discovering why I was thus cursed. I was made welcome in most places as my attitude of obsrevation and true neutrality often worked to my advantage in offending no one. But no matter what library I searched, what tome I buried myself in, or what ancient wise man I spoke with, no answer came to me. Then one night a few years before the chronicaled beginning to the War of the Lance, an amazing vision came to me of being at a Council of the Whitestone. But the Council that arrived to judge me was a sight to freeze me in my blood. There was a wizened, cheerful old man in mousey robes, a man of no noticable age (or maybe it was all ages at once) in the honored robes of a scholar, and a mysterious seductive woman dressed in a black satin gown. Surrounding me was a thick wall of fog with two figures within it. I did not see them, and was sure I did not know them, and yet deep within my soul I knew I shared blood and an even deeper energy with the half-presence images.... 
        "Oreanna DeAdaline, as you are called by the races, you have been summoned." 
Anna stared in apprehension at the sight her eyes presented.
	"Why me? Why have I, a nomad, drifter, been called to a council of the heavens? 
I am but a penniless mortal, cursed by an unknown deed to walk Krynn without death."
	The old man spoke up, his voice quite loud for one in such years. Anna had to 
remind herself that it was a god she listened to, not a bent old man. He spoke sincerely 
and earnestly.
	"No curse has brought you forth through the centuries, child, but a blessing. You, 
wanderer, with slave and outcast, will save man from his greed." Anna stood dumbfounded 
for a moment, allowing the words to be absorbed. Then she shook her head in disbelief.
	"This is but a bizarre dream," she muttered quietly, "brought on by lack of food 
and sleep. I must surly be going mad to have created such a vision." She turned to leave, 
but the mystic fog once again drove her back to the stone. 
	"You may not leave until the truth has been spoken." said Gilean. "You are unique 
in Krynn, for your age has allowed you to endure past the Cataclysm, into the Age of 
Darkness. You continue to hold your faith in we, the creators of Krynn. Thus, you must 
know that you are held in our favor."
	Anna was now truly perplexed. "As said before, I am but a mere mortal. What, but 
my faith, has brought you to gaze upon me?"
	Takhisis slowly walked forward to meet Anna eye to eye. "Surly you must now know 
that you are no common mortal. You are no warrior-mage, yet you yield sword and staff. 
You live, when even the elves must die. You hold no alliance to the conclave of wizards, 
and yet we grant you great magic." Her lip curled into an icy sneer.
	"We favor you, because you, are one of our greatest creations."
These beings explained that I was their creation, a being created out of the very essence of these powerful gods and that two others existed just like me. Each of us had been begun as an experiment in the creation of life with each god specializing in the development of an individual creature. Then, when the time came to place them in the world, they were given to the care of each of the original races. I, being mostly the "daughter" of Gilean spent my life raised and shunned by humans. I was told as well that while my life was my own, if I was called to complete a task by my creators, I was to do so. This was my first assignment.
It was at the time of this adventure that I ran across those who would become the Heros of the Lance, and met my sisters. Ki-ana Eventide and Ursella Smorgasbord, also known as Ki and Ella. 

	Ki blinked in the morning sunlight. She was leaning her back 
against a broad tree and studying her maps. "None of these seem right." 
She shook her head in confusion. She was positive that the slab of rock 
had indeed been white. She peered over the maps again until her gaze 
fell to the island of Sancrist. "Whitestone, huh? This may be just what 
I'm looking for." she said with a smile. 
	The morning breeze whipped her gold auburn hair about her, as she 
fastened the catch of her forest green robe. It too, swirled in the morning 
whisper as she balanced the pack on her shoulders and was off. She was hard 
to notice, her green robe blending in with the surrounding woodlands. She 
stopped once to adjust her pack and check on her herb supplies. Seeing them 
short she scowled. "I'll just have to purchase some when I reach a shop." 
With that she grasped her staff and started off again. She left the woods 
around mid-morning, entering a small village along her way. 
	Children dashed out of her path, wives put aside their laundry, and 
townsmen watched in curious silence. A traveler was not an amazing event. 
Many walked the roads, day and night. What brought their sight to her was not 
her appearance. Though her gown and clothes were not in exceptional condition, 
she had managed to keep them in rather good shape. No, what brought the eyes 
of the populace to the young woman was her air of dignity, a proud, regal 
bearing that brought her respect from all watching.	
	At first glace, many thought her to be a wandering hunter, eating what 
she could catch. Strapped across her back was a fine bow and a quiver of arrows 
to confirm their thoughts. But as she passed the tavern, the laughing men inside 
were quickly silenced. The wind had blown aside her robe to reveal an assortment 
of daggers in her sash and a fine iron sword strapped to her side.
 	Then the story began that she was a mercenary, selling her sword. Many 
believed this also, until one man saw the runes of power carved on her walking 
staff. Then they knew her to be a mage. The town was abuzz in mere minutes. Moments 
after the discovery, she vanished from public view, stepping into the town 
herbist's shop. The man brought her what she requested and then quickly left. 
The men said later that his face had been a pasty white color and he was not able 
to speak. Ki left town minutes later.
Ki, Paladine's child of good, had been raised by the elves and spent many centuries living peacefully before word of black magic began spreading for her as well and she was cast from her home as a dark elf. 

        Ursella sat bolted upright, sweat glistening off her forehead 
in the cool moonlight. Lunitari's red radiance cast a horrid glow to 
her already colorless face. Her lips were ashen and her hands shook. 
She desperately tried to banish the dream from her mind, to drive away 
the unbelievable. It would not leave her, but clung to her thoughts more 
fiercely, plaguing her until she was  forced to remember it. And then 
the words came back to her.
	"Ursella Smorgasbord, as you were named by your minotaur masters, 
heed the call of the gods. You slave, with outcast and wanderer, will save 
man from his bloodlust." So had been the cold message of Takhisis, Goddess 
of Evil and Darkness. 
	Ursella had listened, with all her heart. She had heard the quest 
and welcomed it. There was no fear. The fear of failure, of pain, of death. 
	"No, not death." Ursella thought bitterly, her lips curling into a 
sneer of resentment and uncaring that she had learned to wear long ago. 
"Death would be welcome compared these endless centuries of submissive 
servitude to those, those.......creatures. Praise be to Paladine, Gilean, 
and Takhisis, makers of the world, for the freedom and revenge of an ages 
old slave." Ursella lay back down on the straw mat that had been so 
"graciously" given to her to sleep on.
Ella, the Dark Lady's own, was delivered to the minotaurs where she was kept as a cleaning servent and grew a bitter unfeeling mask to protect her true sensitivity. She was kept up, even though talk of evil magic ran rampant through the keep, because an immortal slave is a great boon to a race that frequently kills its help. When she recieved her vision, she used her affiny for the darkness and stealth to sneak out of the keep with her deadly arsenal of evil spells and weaponry gifted from her Lady. She hopped aboard a boat bound for the Ansalon mainland.

And these are my sisters. We are given missions and visions from our patrons from time to time and even occasionally go our seperate ways but together we stay in spirit, always.

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