[Hearthstone, Front Porch]
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir
up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the
ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space
between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking
chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant marble arch
provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also
see a horned frog who is sitting, a doorman, the porch steps and an elegant
green marble arch. Also here: Lord Mustafo Obvious paths: none.
A brilliant streak of light appears from the sky and temporarily blinds you.
When your eyes focus again, you see a stairway coming down from the clouds.
The stairs look as if they are made from the clouds themselves.
You look up the stairs and into the clouds. There, you see one of the most
breath taking sights you have ever seen. Beautifull tall gates made of gold
surrounded by picture perfect trees and bushes with numerous small animals
running around, playing without a care. The light shinning down is almost
blinding but you struggle to focus on the sight before you.
The gates open to reveal 4 enormous chairs sitting side by side. The chairs
are crafted from the finest metals and imbedded with the most brilliant gems
you could imagine. Behind the chairs, is a large tapestry which appears to
be a view of some strange land. Sitting on three of the chairs, three men
look down the stairs to the porch below and smile at Mustafo. As you glance
up the stairs, you stare in disbelief at the sight you see.
"It is time, Mustafo. It is time to come home." says the man in the middle.
"Metaboculous" replies Mustafo, "I can not come yet, my work here is not
finished. I have not finished the task that i promised you i would complete.
I need more time.
"No Mustafo" says Metaboculous, "We have watched you since we journeyed here.
You have done all you can. You can do no more."
"He is right Mustafo" says the man on the right, "You tried, you tried your
best. You have lived up to the standards that were set forth in the lands
before you arrived. One man can only do so much.
"But Bleys" replies Mustafo, "I must be allowed to try more. There are so
many more to teach."
"There are many more to teach, this is true." says the man on the left, "But
it is not your place anymore to teach them. It is a different time now. The
old ways are no longer. Those who walk the lands now march to a different
path. The path is of a new way and it has no desire to learn of the old ways."
"No Aanalar, they will learn" replies Mustafo. "If i just take more time,
they will learn. They will see. I must be given more time."
"Mustafo", says Metaboculous, "You recall all the times we spent on the porch
talking of the old days and what they meant. Can you honestly say you see
any signs of that anymore?
"There are signs, Metaboculous, there really are. They are few and far inbetween
but there are signs." says Mustafo
Bleys says "Mustafo, you are seeing what you wish to see. Think back to when
you first walked the lands. Think back to how people respected each other.
How people listened to each other. How people acted around each other. There
are no signs of that anymore in your lands."
"He is right Mustafo", says Aanalar, "You might catch a glimpse now and then
of what you wish to see, but the ways are no longer. We have watched you.
We have seen you try and tell others. We have sat here and watched everything
you have done since we all have left. You have carried on the traditions
in ways that we will never be able to thank you enough. You came to us when
you were young, you sat and listened. You asked questions. You wanted to
learn. You have dedicated most of your life here to preserving our ways.
For that, we will be forever greatful and that is one of the reasons we have
come for you this day."
"We tought you well Mustafo" says Bleys, "We tought you all we could. But
this fight is no longer your fight. You can not convince the masses that
walk the lands today. They are a different breed. They have different wants,
different desires, different goals. What they want can not be found by your
"But Bleys", says Mustafo, "There are my friends that do hold to the old
ways. What will happen to them if i leave"?
"That is not your concern anymore" replies Metaboculous, "They know of your
teachings, if they wish to follow them after you leave, then that is all
the better. However, they are their own person. They will do as they wish
no matter if you are there or not."
"What will become of the porch then"? asks Mustafo, "We all have fought for
it for many years. Am i just to let it fall to the dogs? No one will take
care of it and care for it as i have, as we have."
"Mustafo" says Aanalar, "The porch is just a place. It was a central location
for us to gather and speak and share stories with others, but it is just
a place. Just like any other place in the lands."
"No it was not!" yelled Mustafo "It was our place! It was a special place!
It was a place where you all tought others. It was where you all tought me.
It was where i tought others!
"Please understand" says Bleys, "Sure it has special meaning to you as well
as us and others but it is still just a room. It was a room we held on to
for many many years and it was not easy for any of us to give up. It will
not be easy for you to give up but it is time. You know deep in your heart
that it is time to come home."
Mustafo hangs his head slowly and closes his eyes for a momment. He opens
them and looks up and around at the setting there. "How can this be just
another place" he asks to himself. "Geez, they all know its more than just
another place? We all fought there for it. We all died there for it. It was
"Where will i go"? asks Mustafo
"Here, beside us. Have you not noticed that one chair is empty? replies Aanalar
"What of my wife? My daughter? My family"? asks Mustafo
"Mustafo" says Metaboculous, "You have provided and cared for them more than
they could ever ask. You protected them from harm, you stood up for them.
They all felt safe in your presence. They all love you more than you realize.
They also know that you have been unhappy for a long time and they would
rather loose you to let you find your happiness rather than keep you there
and you remain miserable. It is a sacrifice on both parts."
Mustafo asks "Will they be able to join me one day if they so desired"
"Of course they will" replies Bleys, "Home here is not just this chair. We
have already built you an entire estate. A mansion of great expanse overlooking
the coastal cliffs. Tended gardens and servants ready to come to your aid
should you need it for whatever reason. We know you have always liked the
coast. We figured you would like it there."
"I don't even know a thing about the land you are calling me to." says Mustafo
Aanalar says "Come up the stair Mustafo, see for yourself."
Mustafo glances around the porch one last time and sighs. So many people
to leave behind. So many feelings with them all. So many good times. He looks
up the stair and starts walking up. As he reaches the top, he looks around
and a smile comes to his face.
"This does have a famaliar look to it afterall" says Mustafo
Metaboculous, Bleys and Aanalar all smile.
"Of course it does Mustafo" says Metaboculous, "Its the land you have always
wanted to visit. Its the land that you talk about every night. Its the land
of which the history of it you tell and preserve."
Mustafo glances around at his surroundings.
"No, could'nt be" says Mustafo, "That big tree over there and that mean looking
man standing beside it..."
"Harcourt" says Aanalar
"And over there by the East Tower..." says Mustafo
"Mikhail" says Bleys
"And over there in Town Square..." says Mustafo
"Strom and Kayla" says Metaboculous
Mustafo says "You mean...no no way....this is....."
Metaboculous, Bleys and Aanalar all smile together.
"Welcome home, Musty" says Bleys
"Welcome home, Musty" says Aanalar
"Welcome home Musty" says Metaboculous
The lone figure over by the large tree yells out..."Oh get on with it allready!
Welcome home to Kelfour's Mustafo!"
Mustafo smiles as he finally realizes that he is indeed home. He turns and
glances back down the stairs as they fade to nothingness. He turns back around
and does indeed....go home.
A few thanks...
To my family, Dremerie, Tanri, Shadowkatt, Matti and the other thousand cousins
and whatnot i have aquired over the years, you all are the greatest family
an elf could hope for.
To Cadsreel for all the years knowing each other and starting out in the
To Aurien for showing me the lighter side of being a rogue and for pointing
out to me when i was a wee elf that pink was not an appropirate color for
To Blades for sticking it out and being a constant source of enjoyment on
To Titannia for that cursed tamborine. Learn a new song one day.
To Burren, Fairgus, Amerlise, Nyte, Challen and Jesh for showing me what
a rogue should be as i was growing up. If Blades wasnt a pure sorcerer, he
woulda fit in this list.
To Rayzor for being my picking hero. Back then and still today. No matter
what, he is still and will always be the greatest picker in the lands. By
To Kali for being Kali
To Wanton for making me drool on countless occasions
To Sagan for being one of the finest persons i ever met
To Kree for some of the greatest tales i have ever heard and for being the
To Myste and Aral for being my first ever hunting partners. Times i will
To Chen for getting me started
To all the GMs that let me get away with more here than prolly anyone else.
Dont think i never realized it and didnt apprecaite it.
To GM Smite for doing all he could for the rogue profession after inheriting
somewhat of a mess.
To the Lorminstra Quest. Even though i have always refused to pay for an
event here, this time i did and it was the finest 4 days i have ever had
in these lands as far as hunting, teamwork, needing each other and cooperation.
To all those stuck out in that boat ride with me, that was nothing short
of a great time as well as trying to sell off all the women to the Orc Guard
Bob. Extra thanks to GM Krilcan for all the effort.
To Arwen and Kerl for being great porch mates
To Gilwen and Knightfall for being the finest couple that i know in the lands
and for your great stories that you allowed me to publish. And those darned
To Miphnik for all the great stories you gave me as well as the pick
To Bleys for caring more about these lands than anyone i know
To Metaboculous for showing me what this place was all about and being the
finest roleplayer i ever had the pleasure to meet and for all those lessons
in life that you dont think ever sunk in. They did.
To so many others that have made my times here nothing but the best. I thank
To my best friend in the lands Simmer who met me when i was young and let
me pick his boxes when he could have gotten them easily, those countless
spellups and blade blessings, for giving freely and never asking anything
in return and for all the times that i needed someone to talk too and he
was there to listen. We will see each other again.
To my wife Shoshonna. Hon, you know you were my world here. We had problems
like anyone but we always seemed to work them out. You are the only woman
i have ever loved here and that love went beyond the game itself. We shared
many years together and they were the finest years of me life, in game and
outside of the game. The night i asked you to marry me in the Elven Village
as well as when we got married were my proudest momments in the game. You
gave me endless ammounts of fun, good times, memories and just plain made
me the proudest elf that i could ever hope to be. There is nothing or was
nothing in the lands that i ever cared about or loved a 10th as much as i
care for and love you. I drove you crazy at times, you drove me crazy at
times, but we always had each other and that is nothing anyone can take away
from us. All my love hon.
I will be leaving this sunday, the 26th of March
Elanthia's Most Adequate Picker
Many friends and family gathered that Sunday night to say their last farewells
to this legendary porch picker. He never considered himself a legend but
many know he has followed in the footsteps of our Legendary Elders and to
us...He will always be a Legend.
Musty, you will always be remembered in our hearts. Safe and fruitful
journeys to you.