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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Claloc.

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Astinus gently places a massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Claloc' scribed in rich maroon ink.


Author:           Claloc
Date    Tue Mar 28 16:19:08 2006
Subject   Bad Day

On the forrest floor of Zhan, I patiently scouted and scowered
for herbs
and weeds, spell components are not easy to come by....

Glancing quickly at the sky it had turned, already you could hear
the
thunder in the distance....Running to the edge of the forrest I
peered
out at the skyline, Lightning tearing across the sky... the
weather was
going to force me to stay in solace....

Thinking to myself "I hate solace, If that town burned to the
ground it
would be the day I dance on the ashes..."

Moving into solace ducking under roof overhangs and trees, which
gave
little to no cover at all, little kids running and crying home.
You can
hear parents and Commoners shouting everywhere....

Thinking this surely must be a big one to get a response out of
the
common folk like this....

Moving towards the entrance of the inn, a lightning bolt lashed
into the
top of a tree, breaking it in-half about three quarters of the
way up...
the branch fell smashing through the walking boards and ropes
much to my
delight....

Causing five to ten people to fall to the forrest floor... you
could
wait what seemed like an eternity and hear the soft thud of bone
and
flesh meeting soil...

Moving back away from the falling limbs and debris... The Inn's
entrance
was right there! Making a quick decision, I situated my polearm
and
component bags... Making a mad dash for it I lunged forward
casting
myself over the gaping hole that was just created....

Landing my boots firmly on the only part of the wooden walkway
that was
still left, I slowly inched my way to the entrance... finally
getting
inside out of the hidious weather.

Standing to the side of the doorway, I watched the people flood
in,
almost as if the water itself had turned to people...

With a glassy stare I peered out the door, the weather getting
ever
stronger.... Was the Inn going to hold?

Author:           Claloc
Date    Wed Apr 19 18:37:53 2006
Subject   Rejection.

Standing in front of Ralmus, High Archmage of the Black Robes, I
requested to be discharged of the robes. Feeling nothing but
resent and
remorse while wearing those robes, I had to get free.

Wearing a Black Robe had its values, but they were few. I had a
Deity
who respected me once, One that cared to see progression, not
self
progress.

Remembering the days before I put on the robes, the help and
acceptance
that lie'd there in. I made a choice, a bad one, and joined the
conclave... to avoid being branded a Renegade, while here I am...
Asking
for the very thing I feared.

Ralmus glared down at me, making a second feel like an eternity.

"What is it this that you seek young mage? Can the Conclave not
help you
in acquiring it?" Ralmus asked.

"I do not know what I seek Archmage, But I do know that I must
leave the
Robes to do it." I replied, sweat rolling off my face as my head
was
bowed.

"I followed the teachings of Takhisis as a child. Im going back,
to look
for things my father might have left for me, or didn't leave for
me."

Thinking of things long ago, before they were lost, It brang calm
to my
voice. I felt as if a burden had been lifted, As if Takhisis
herself was
there, giving me confidence.

Ralmus snorted, kicked me hard in the nose, it brought tears to
my
eyes... this is what Ive been waiting for.

Putting his knee hard in the middle of my back, he put a black
bag over
my face, it smelled of sweat and body oder. I felt something hard
and
cold hit the back of my neck, I blacked out.

I came to with the black bag over my face, only highlighted by
the sun,
it looked like one giant flaming eye burning a hole through the
hood.

My armor was taken as was my weapon... It was hot extremely hot.
I sat
up and pulled the hood off my drenched face, It was sore... I
think I
took a couple of shots while I was out.

Nothing but sand dunes as far as you could see, the wind wipped
the sand
across the dry plain, while the sun cooked their feet.

I checked for my spell component bag, hoping to transport out of
this
desert, I was gone. I stood up, pulled off a cloak and threw it
over my
head, started walking.

One sun later, I woke up to the rising sun, It already had begun
to heat
everything to an unbearable point. My throat was dry, it felt
like sand
had poured into it during the nite, my lips burned like acid has
touched
em.

A bright white light flashed before me, I thought it was Takhisis
coming
to take me. A tall mage, a woman at that stepped through....
Helped me
up and started to move into the portal. I blacked out while
trying to
walk...

It was dark, I was dreaming it seemed but I could hear voices,
"Is he
going to make it through the night?" one said. "If he has any
fight left
in him it will take all he has, he has to want to." replied
another
voice, a womans voice. Was it the same woman as before, I
couldn't
think, had she said anything to me... It all seemed so surreal.

" Its important that he does, We have a task at hand. One that
only He
may be able to do."

(ooc: Just a starter story to a line of stories that are to come.
Ive
been requested to write them, and happy to do so. Just new to it
so if
its lame ect. eat me. Atleast im trying.)

Claloc Shevlar, Son of Xarien Shevlar. Nightlord of Thorn.


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