The Great Library of Palanthas

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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Athkanar.

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Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Mon Jun  8
15:10:43 2009
Subject     Action Beckons

Athkanar woke
after a night of heavy drinking. His mind amazingly clear.
smell of blood was near but not here and not now. There was going
to be
much blood shed soon and he needed to be prepared to face
the foe that was
coming. He realised his father was right, he'd
spent enough time in taverns
and inns getting drunk and abusing
the wenches. The time for action was
almost apon them and he must
be ready or face extermination. Determined to
outlive his foes he
set of to the Temple of Sargonnas to pray for guidance.

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Sat Jun
13 08:36:07 2009
Subject     Athkanar strives for Fame and

Fame and glory are what Athkanar sought, as it was
the only way to gain
the respect of his fellow minotaurs. He
wanted to be the strong enough to
sit on the Supreme Circle but
wise enough to last longer than his

A brief stay
in Palanthas reminded him of the things he hated about the
They need high walls to keep them safe but once inside a warrior
him could easily prey on the weak. 

It was not long before
he tired of the mindless killing just to feed himself
and decided
there must be someone who would pay for his martial skills. 

destination was Neraka where if rumours could be trusted he would
like minded warriors but it would be a long arduous journey.

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Sun Jun
14 20:53:08 2009
Subject     The Ultimate Betrayal

traders not directly tied to the main land countries involved in
constant wars of Ansalon grew rich and this suited the
minotaurs who had
made Kothas & Mithos their new homes.

the son of Akakosh had risen through the ranks of his fathers
fleet of trading ships start as a deck hand and working his
way to being a

Like his father Gernesh had many
children scattered across the islands of
Kothas and Mithos and
even some on the mainland where Minotaurs had

Akakosh Gernesh aspired to be more than just a small trading
he wanted his legacy to live forever as the greatest
merchant naval trading
company of Ansalon. 

Every year it was
the same. The sons of Gernesh coming of age would be
against each other in the arena and to the would be placed on a
ship and with a few years would be expected to work his way
to being the
captain of the vessel. 

The coming of age ceremony
was Athkanar's first memory. The determination,
passion and glory
of winning in the Arena inspired him. Upon going home he
that his mother let him learn to fight like those minotaurs had
that glorious day. He was too young to realise they were his
half brothers
pitted against each other to the death. 

In later
years he came to realise what the ceremony was all about and
just made him more determined to be victorious when it was
his turn to enter
the arena. 

The years slipped by and locking
horns in the practice arena was not enough
to satiate his desire
to see his enemy fall, mortally wounded, as the mock
fights in
the training halls always ended before he could harm his

He started going to taverns in the rougher
parts of the docks and once there
would drink and into fights
with older more experienced sailors. Despite his
youth most of
his fights would end with his opponents guts strewn across
taverns floor before the heavies could put an end to the

After these fights he would satiate his other needs in
the soft arms of a
courtesan, many of whom where very impressed
by the number of scars he
carried with pride. 

He was surprised
when a week before his Coming of Age ceremony a
summoned him to Gernesh's office. When he arrived he
was led into his
fathers plush office by the young nubile

He could tell straight away from his Gernesh's body
language that he was
angry and was not startled when he spun
around suddenly and started berating
him for his drunken
behaviour in the docklands. 

As a juvenile all he could do was
stand there and listen as his father raged
about his unacceptable
behaviour and how he had squandered his talents on
booze and
cheap harlots. No son of his would be allowed to enter the
business with that kind of reputation. 

Athkanar was
devastated as his life ling dream of rising to the top of
family was shattered. His father gave him a letter promising
the bearer safe
passage to the main land and a small bag of gold
and told him that if he
ever returned to Mithos he would be
killed on sight as a traitor. 

And so it was that on the day of
his coming of age he found himself in
Palanthas with a small bag
of gold and his whole life before him. Old habits
die hard and he
headed off to the nearest tavern to drown his sorrows.
Whether it
was by chance or the will of Sargonnas he heard of
half-brothers betrothal, news could not have travelled tbat
fast he
realised, he had been pushed to the side in favour of a
weaker, less
deserving brother. 

Author:    Athkanar  
Date:      Wed Jul  1 07:42:32 2009
Subject     1st

After meeting with my sponsor and being gated to
a strange city I set out
to fulfill my part of the contract.

looked apon the beast I was to slay and for the 1st time i
doubted my
abilities. Could I really slay it or would it just
pummel me to the ground.
Regardless of the personal danger I knew
that the contract had to be
completed and so charged in
attmepting to gore my foe. 

I awoke in the clan hall not
remembering anything other than the beasts
hooves battering me to
the ground. Realising that the beast was mightier
than I had
thought it to be I set about preparing myself properly for
next encounter. 

Finally almost a month later I found my
target once again. This time better
prepared and more confident I
once again charged into combat goring it
stomach open and then
drawing my sowrd to finish it but it was a might beast
and we
fought for some time before it lay dead at my feet. 

that it was truly dead I tended my wound and then went looking
it's rider. Upon seeing me he charged in and a fight to the
death was the
only option. The Knight was a worthy oponent who
faught bravely but fell

Bloody and battered I made
my way back to that cess pit they call Palanthas
and sold his
sword and armor to one of the many shops in the northern
of the city. 

Next time, I swore to myself, I'll be
better prepared.... 

Author:    Athkanar      

Date:      Wed Jul 22 08:07:58 2009
Subject     An ogre
needs money

I was in the Mercenary Camp when a black
robed Ogre came up to me and
asked if I could loan him some
money. After discussing his bussiness plan
and terms of repayment
it was agreed that we would meet again in Lemish. 

After a short
but intense gryphon flight and a trip to the bank we met
and I loaned him the money to start his fishing venture.
Now all I have to
do is wait and hope that I won't have to use my
enforces to get the money

Not that an ogre like Lugg
would mind a bit of exercise... but I don't think
Karsa would
enjoy being used as a punch bag. 

Author:    Athkanar 
Date:      Sun Jul 26 19:12:08 2009
Called to Duty

Athkanar was troubled by the slow pace of
bussiness. Lending money to
fools and traders was rewarding in
its return in wealth but his desire for
power and glory were
being neglected. 

The smell of blood was getting stronger every
day and Athkanars was starting
to have dreams of marching in an
army beside his horned brothers and

Waking early one
morning he vividly recalled Takhisis and her consort
him to Neraka. It was a dream that did not fade and by
time he found himself packing his meager belongings and
preparing for the
long journey to Neraka. 

Getting out of
Palanthas was the easy part of the journey, as the guards new
as a money lender and no more than that, but out on the Solamnic
he had to move more carefulyl avoiding patrols and leaving
little evidance
of his passing. 

Once in Jalek he new he could
relax his gaurd a little but he still moved
with caution always
weary of ambushers. Finally the Citadell loomed before
him and he
aproached with a sense of accomplishment. 

Apon entering the
city he prepared himself for an audience with the new
Emperor. He
had learned on his travels from Jalek that Luerk had been
the Emperor and that he had missed the ceremony by a few weeks.

Athkanar was suprised by how easy it was to get an audience
with Emperor
Luerk it seemed that the staff knew of his coming
and quickly ushered him
into the great hall. 

mercenary. I welcome you to the city of Neraka." Said
Luerk before continuing "State your name."

"Athkanar, from the Isle of Mithos" was Athkanar's proud

Emperor Luerk nodded and continued "Excellent. The
minotaurs of Mithos are
highly regarded and feared." 

once again proudly responded "As we should be My

Nodding Emperor Luerk continues "The dragonarmies
have called the sons and
daughters of Sargonnas because we
prepare for battle. Horned ones from all
walks of life have
gathered to us, and many with excellent military

"And as a servant of Sagonnas I am happy to Serve my Master
and His
Mistress" was Athkanar's quick response which was met
with a derisive

Despite Athkanar's interjection Emperor
Luerk continued "I doubt gold holds
much sway over you, but
your service will also be paid in glory and combat.
Will you sign
yourself to the cause of the dragonarmies?" 

"I'm afraid
that you'll be nothing more than a common footsoldier at
But with your prowess and intelligence, I have no doubt
that you will rise
to command many." Emperor Luerk

Over awed at the prospect Athkanar quickly repsonded
"Aye my Lord and you
are right it is glory I seek not wealth
that can be stolen by common

"My Lord I would
want it no other way than to rise due to my skill as a
and commander." Athkanar added.

"Excellent to hear,"  says
Emperor Luerk "you are truly what we seek." 

Athkanar of Mithos, make your mark here and join us in our
said Emperor Luerk handing Athkanar the paper that
would enlist him into the
Dragon Army. 

Reading throught
contract carefully Athkanar signed the contract and marked
with his seal before handing it back to the Emperor. 

Luerk nodded sagely and pronounced "And so shall it be. Go now
report to your commanding officer. He will equip you and see
that you are
assigned a bunk." 

Apon leaving the Emperor
Athkanar made his way to the Temple of Sargonnas to
make a
sacrafice to his dark lord, thanking him for leading him on

Author:    Athkanar       
 Wed Jul 29 20:18:19 2009
Subject     Parting

Athkanar held his contract of employment with the
Dragon army and
carefuly read through it again. The terms were
still clear he would have to
renounce his mercenary ways. 

was a sad day for him as he walked through the empty clan hall.
He had
hoped to talk to his mentor about his resignation. There
was no other way
now that he had signed the contract but he knew
he'd be able to make it up
to his mentor somehow. Once he was in
a position of relative power he'd
employ mercenaries from the
band and ensure that the coffers were never

His orders
carefully stashed away he made sure his bunk was stripped and
room tidy before setting out to fullfill his destany and
return to his home
land a hero. 

Author:    Athkanar  
Date:      Fri Jul 31 18:16:01 2009
Subject     A
brawl in the stores

Getting settled into the Dragon Army
was turning out easier than Athkanar
had thought it would be.
Dragon army food however left a lot to be desired.
It seemed the
grunts like him wear fed by from understaffed and under
kitchens. Deciding if the food served was edible was
difficult but when you've lived off the land you learn
that you eat what is
there or starve. 

When he reported for his
equipment with the other recruits there were four
lines. One for
goblins who got goblin sized equipment, one size fits all
course. The second shorter line, although that may have been
because it was
moving more quivkly than the goblin line, was for
humans once again one size
fits all. The line for the hobgoblins
was probably the shortest, all they
got where trash bags and
pointy sticks to clean up the camp. The final queue
was for
Ogres. The longest line by far and most definately the slowest
each ogre faught about the merits of the club and armor
offered to them. 

Athkanar quickly muscled his way to the front
of the Ogre queue. A tap on
the shoulder here a subtle push there
and soon the guards were having to
deal with an ogre brawl.
Athkanar looked through the items in the store
while the storeman
tried to keep some ogres from bashing everything in

equipment ready he got the attention of the storeman and signed
for his
"standard" equipment and made his way back to barracks.

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Fri Aug
14 14:36:21 2009
Subject     They thought they could break a
Minotaur. part 1

It's two hours before dawn. We've just
go back from a route march cleaned
our equipment and gotten
comfortable in bed when the Sergeant came in
shouting for us all
to get ready for inspection.

The ogres grumble and the goblins
whine I just roll up my bedroll and secure
it to my pack knowing
that another hard day of marching is a head of us.

pleasantly suprised when the Sergeant pairs me with a goblin
ranger to
scout ahead of the patrol. I quitely pray to Sargonnas
for the strength to
make it through the day and feel his cold
cunning presense suround me. 

I know from experience we have an
hours head start on this lazy mob that
want to be soldiers.
Having covered a lot of ground with the cover of
darkness we stop
near a valley that presents an ideal ambush point. Steeps
and a lot of cover for the instructors to hide behind. 

the hand signals that the scouts favour I instruct Mogruk to lead
up the side to over look the valley. Sure enough there in the
valley hidden
from the road a group of ogres and hobgoblins are
feasting on a fresh kill
and from this distance it is difficult
to tell if it is a man or a half

Signalling for Mogruk to
move back we retreat and find some where to rest
for an hour or
two while the other follow the trail we have left for them. 

grumbling of the aproaching ogres alerts us and the ambushers to
arival of the patrol. Mogruk and I move into position behind
the ambushers
preparing to attack them when they attack our

As expected the leader of the patrol missed our sign
that an ambush lay
ahead and they wonder right into the trap. As
the instructors rise up and
attack so to do I and Mogruk from
behind them. Before they know what is
happening the ambushers are
subdued by the two of us. I take particular
pleasure in rendering
the ogres unconscious before they can inflict any
casualties among the recruits. 

With the odds evened Mogruk and
I retreat and continue on the path we must
follow for the day.
Working with the cunning scout we move around the mud
ans swamps
that the others will blunder through and soon find ourselves
the area designated for the evening meal. 

With the help of
Mogruk we bring down a small buck for our afternoon meal
having feasted on that wait quietly for the hordes to arrive.

The forest goes silent long before we hear the aproaching force
and we move
out into the open where they will be able to see us
and not be suprised as
we step out from where we have been

With them is the Sergeant who woke us up this morning,
although his clothes
unlike those of the soldiers are clean, he
barks orders for the group to
send out hunting parties. 

to us he barks "Athkanar your actions this morning have been
The captain wishes to speak to you back in camp. You are
to leave
immediately and take the road back." 

Thankful for
the rest that afternoon i grabbed my pack and the sealed
he handed me and made my way back to the main training
camp. The journey was
not uneventful as the instructors were
unhappy about being ambushed and
their sore heads and dented
pride goaded them into attempting more

The smell of
human blood and their inability to choose a good ambush
neutralised their advantage. They also seemed to have under
estimated his
weapons craft and he deftly disarmed them before
subduing them all.

Knowing there would be trouble if he was late
Athkanar set a hard pace and
was soon back at the camp. His
written instructions got him through the main
gate and soon he
found himself sitting in the waiting room of the
wondering what his punishment would be for this mornings
more to follow....

Author:    Athkanar     
Date:      Wed Aug 19 08:36:19 2009
Subject     His
darkest hours

It was almost midnight before Athkanar was
ushered into the camp
commanders office. The first thing Athkanar
noticed about the office was the
smell of cheap perfume. The
officer had a smug look on his face and it was
obvious to
Athkanar that he'd been kept waiting while this pompous fool
enjoying himself. The sergeant in charge of their training
was also present
and looked quite pleased with himself too. 

outcome of the one sided shouting match was that Athkanar would
docked all pay for the entire time he was in the training camp
but that no
formal charges would be laid against him. He was to
return to the field camp
the others were in and rejoin his
platoon before dawn.

Knowing it would be a long and dangerous
journey back Athkanar set off into
the night and heading his
sense of danger managed to avoid the beasts that
lurked in the
dark. Safely back in camp for breakfast Athkanar allowed
to relax for a short while. 

The next few weeks blurred into one
as Athkanar was assigned all the
dangerous assignments and the
dirty jobs. On evenings he was placed on guard
duty he knew there
would be trouble and the evenings he wasn't on guard duty
figured they wouldn't be getting any sleep anyway. 

Athkanar had
withdrawn from most social contact by now. Loathing his
soldiers and their drunken ways, all that mattered to most
of them was were
the next bottle of grog was coming from or if
they could find a few willing
wenches to help pass the

Finally the field training was over and they were back in
the main base for
a week. It was here that his passion for life
was rekindled. It was a chance
meeting after a morning run
through the local swamp. Still not allowed much
sleep Athkanar
was startled out of his comfort zone when he realised the
in the queue had curves in all the wrong places to be a

"Excuse me miss are you sure you sure you're in the right
place" Athkanar
inquired before carefully looking her over. Her
hands had nasty callouses
from the weapons training everyone was
required to do and she was wearing
the uniform of a trainee.

Her response was lost in the noise of the mess hall and
grabbing a tray of
something that looked bearly edible Athkanar
suggested they go sit near the
window before muscling his way
through the crowded room.

While picking at their food the
conversation turned to how she had ended up
in boot camp and
Athkanar was suprised that the Emperor would force her to
weeks of this hell but she seemed to be capable of holding her
among the humans in the army.

Their conversation was cut
short when a fight broke out in the mess hall.
Athkanar had
anticipated this and opening the window slipped out through
before advising the young woman, who's name he still did not
know, to leave
the same way.

They parted company but Athkanar
was bouyed with the knowledge that he was
not alone in the
emperor's plans and hoping to meet the young lady again in
future under less stressful circumstances.

Date:      Wed Aug 19 14:39:09
Subject     Not a routine patrol

A routine patrol
is what they were told they were going on but this was
to far
south to be routine and the snatches of conversation between
sergeants of the platoons seemed to confirm his

Once again he and Mogruk were partnered and scouting
ahead. The hairs on te
back of his neck stood up as they
aproached the clearing and he order Mogruk
to stop. Although he
couldn't see the elves he knew they were there

quietly as possible they retreated to the advancing platoon to
inform the
sergeant in charge. He wouldn't listen to reason and
sent them back out to
scout ahead again. Mogruk signalled that
they should get going and Athkanar
not trusting himself to be
able to control his temper left quickly.

Skirting around the
area where the ambush was set Mogruk and Athkanar waited
for the
main force to be caught in it. The shouting and screaming
could be heard from where they were safely hiding and
when the ambush was
sprung they moved in from the rear of the

By the time they joined the combat te sergeant had
been silenced by an
elven arrow. The aim had been true and his
eye was neatly pierced. The 4
elves had killed 6 of the 19
soldiers in the platoon before Athkanar and
Mogruk had suprised
them from behind and killed them humanely.

The platoon was in
complete disarray the ogres yelling at each other and
hobgoblins trying to stay out of their way.

Athkanar said commandingly and almost instantly there
Athkanar moved among the soldiers to the fallen sergeant
plucking his rank
insignia from his body. "Do any of you doubt
I should be wearing these?" he
asking menacingly before
beheading the sergeant.

"You bring the head,"  he said to
the biggest ogre "we must keep moving so
that we can rondevous
with the other platoons." To the others he said "
Strip all
the bodies of regualtion army equipment. I doubt the Emperor
to explain why we started a war with the elves"

Splitting the attacking force further Athkanar knew would
reduce the chance
of them al being caught in an ambush and if one
group was ambushed the other
two would be able to respond from
the flanks.

5 minutes after starting off for their rondevous
point the jungle was once
again filled with the sounds of dying
soldiers. By agreement the three
groups under Athkanars control
converged and then headed of towards the area
the comabt had
taken place. 

The scene was similar to thier ambush. The leader
probably shot 1st and the
other then picked of in the ensuing
chaos. Once again removing all equipment
that could be linked to
the Dragon Armies Athkanar set off in the direction
the last
group was headed.

The smell of blood alerted him to the sight of
the attack. It was the same
again, a small force of elves had
suprised the raiders and picked them off.
The soldiers under his
command were soon looting the corpses and removing
that could be linked to the Dragon Army.

It was almost dawn by
now and he knew the elves would be sending out larger
groups and
possibly gryphons to scout for them and so he ordered a
march back to the training camp.

Breaking from the trees
and into the high ground south of Neraka Athkanar
looked back
stopping Mogruk and allowing the others to go ahead.
understand that coming back was my idea. I doubt they will
listen to what i
have to say regarding this so make sure the
sergeants head is submitted as
evidence. There is a human woman,
a mage, among the human trainees. Make
sure she knows what

And so it was that apon the return to the camp
Athkanar was thrown into the
stockade to await his court martial.

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Tue Sep 
1 06:55:26 2009
Subject     Running from his

Something grabed Athkanar by the scruff of the neck
and pulled him
upright. It was dark and overcast and raining and
as he spun around to see
who had woken him found himself still
alone in the pit they call a

Something was wrong and
he realised he needed to prepare for his escape.
He'd only have
one chance and he was not going to miss it. Moving into the
that was in darkness even when a guard looked down with a
Athkanar prepared his ambush. Now he had to wait fro his

He did not have to wait long. The screams of a
goblin in agony getting
closer and the squelching of the guards
boots in the heavy mud confirmed
that someone was being braught
to the stockade. 

Keys jingled as the jailors open the lock,
Athkanar relaxed concentrating on
where the sound was coming
from, his horms would tear through the leather
vest the jailors
wore and their guts would spill apon the ground. No
worrior would die without a fight. 

From up above the words of
the guards confirmed his suspecions "Shut up you
little goblin. You and your traitorous friend will hang at
the guard sneered. 

The door open and Athkanar launched
himself from the floor at the guard. His
horns struck true but
unfortunately Athkanar did not have time to revel in
the killing
of his enemy. He had to silence the other one before he
the alarm.

Spinning around toward the light, his rage
consumed him and he tore into the
second guard. They would never
be able to identify him, his internal organs
hanging out and his
head kicked into a bloody pulp. 

Looking down in the mud near
the remains of the 1st guard Athkanr was
disgusted to see how
they had tortured Mogruk. His arms broken, his
breathing eratic
and it seemed his tongue had been cut out too. 

Using the
remains of the guards uniform Athkanar bound Moogruk to his
and slipped into the darkness to find his belongings. The
storage tent with
his equipment was easy to find but Athkanar was
not suprised to see that
some of it had been removed. 

quickly Athkanar enquired of Mogruk using the hand signals of
goblin tracker as to which way they must go to find his
people. Athkanar
knew that Mogruk would prefer to die with his

On a cold wet night like this Athkanar knew that none
of the guards would be
vigilant and quickly slipped out of the
camp and headed towards the goblin
warrens. Looking back at the
camp he wondered how the human who had tried to
help him would

Author:    Athkanar       
Date:      Mon
Sep 14 13:52:39 2009
Subject     Born to the

Leaving the remote goblin village where he had
delivered Mogruk Athkanar
set off for the coast. He realised he
missed the smell of the sea and the
sounds of the waves pounding
relentlessly against the shore. 

Maelstrom, the Mistress the
seas, had expended her wrath on this section of
coast line. Small
fishing vessels lay broken on the shoreline along with
some of
the crew. Apon closer inspection what had looked like
vessels turned out to be long boats. It seemed to
Athkanar that some illicit
activity had been interupted by the

Searching the area carefully turned nothing of value up
but gave Athkanar
time to think about his future employment. If
there was one privateer ship
operating along the coast there must
be more. It was just a matter of
finding them and offering his

In Kalaman Athkanar went from pub to pub buying
frinks and prying
information out of sailors about possible
berths on a ship. Times where hard
and most ships already had a
full crew but those he pressed insisted
something was happening
in Palanthas. 

In Palanthas information about a new ship being
built was a well kept secret
but a ship being built could not be
kept a secret from everyone. 

After almost a month of searching
for the right people to speak to Athkanar
got the break through
he needed. Captain Mazerith was assembling a crew for
a ship that
was going to be the fastest ship on the ocean. The fact
Athkanar was from a family of sea going Minotaurs helped him
through the
questions regarding the handling of sheets and sails.

Walking up the gang plank Athkanar observed the motley crew of
Sailors. Not
one flinched as his gaize travelled across them and
this pleased Athkanar.
Here were men he could work and fight

A game of dice, with coppers the stakes, soon had the
crew distracted from
the wait to launch and leave this stinking
city behind. 

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