The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Deamanil.
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Astinus gently places a leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Deamanil' scribed in bright white ink.
Author: Deamanil Date Fri Dec 13 00:19:55 2002 Subject Ryline's a flamer It was a bright day, the sun hurt the eyes, its halos shining even brighter because of the rain that happened not long ago. Along with the brightness it was calm and warm, unfortately, the dirt was still rather muddy, of course. Deamanil had left his feet prints in the mud for quite a ways it seems, he didn't care much, not as if those dumb hobgoblins could do much against him, he was gathering food not far from there camp, some berries and the like. After some time he saw Ryline following the footprints, looking for Deamanil... stupid idiot still hadn't learned his lesson, Deamanil shook his head at the walking dummy approaching him, before running at him with a big rock... he let Ryline have the rock upside the head, knocking him out cold, quickly. Deamanil then spoke 'maybe if I speak idiot, you guys will get the hint "me bash over head if come near! no come, me come get!"'. Deamanil rolled his eyes, took all of the man's money and then began to route through his belongings, taking a few things along with him. He then kicked Ryline hard a few times hoping to leave some good marks. He spoke again 'For everytime I see you come close to me, I'm going to leave more scars until you eventually die, and I hope your death is nice and slow'. He kicked him again. Deamanil walked off, rolling his eyes saying 'moron'. Author: Deamanil Date Sun Dec 22 11:42:35 2002 Subject KreShar finally falls! The weather was pitiful, the wind and rain in the plains caused Deamanil to put up a small shack to stay in until things cleared up. He dug a hole in the dirt, A couple slabs of in an arch over the hole and put his blanket across them, covering that with a layer of dirt and brush to keep it from getting too overly used by the weather. For the first while it wasn't working out for Deamanil, but he eventually put some rocks on top of the brush to keep it weighted down heavier, it worked out a lot better at this point. He was for now comfortable in his makeshift hut. The wind howled maddeningly the whole day, it was coming onto evening when he heard a different sound faintly over the wind, a hooting hollar, quite familiar to Deamanil, actually, it sounded like the bandit leader, KreShar... but the wind's distortion made it harder to discern. Deamanil peeked out from his shack, it was indeed the hobgoblin. He was hollaring Deamanil's name, Deamanil crawled out of his shack, getting fairly muddy in the process, his poor irrigation ditch in front of his shack wasn't holding up the best... He squinted toward the wind and rain to see the hobgoblin standing a ways away now looking at him as well. Deamanil wielded his weapon, ready to attack and the hobgoblin quickly said 'no fight, not just yet!'. Deamanil wondered what was the matter with this situation, he looked around to make sure he wasn't about to be in an ambush... he couldn't see anything around and he figured no goblin could shoot a bow well enough to hit him in this rain and wind... he was fairly comfortable in that. He let his weapon arm fall to his side, he puffed his chest out arrogantly from where he stood. The hobgoblin began to walk closer and Deamnil shouted 'Come closer and I'll lop your toothy head off'. The hobgoblin stopped in his tracks. He then spoke in a grunting, wind-stricken voice 'me want formal duel, me want show human what bandit can do, we stronger than human!'. Deamanil was quite puzzled at the hobgoblin... standing not far from him shouting words of a duel... instead of just plain out coming and attacking... Deamanil shrugged his shoulders, and spoke 'Call it whatever you want, I'm standing right here', he stomped his foot in the mushy ground, 'come and get some'. The hobgoblin's eyes glazed over with hate at the arrogant human standing not too far from him spitting in his face verbally. Deamanil took his fighting stance and his weapons to arm, this time with two, grinning madly. The wind seemed to howl even louder as the hobgoblin readied himself, and charged. Deamanil crossed his two weapons, catching the hobgoblin's sword and spear. Deamanil followed up a counter by kicking the hobgoblin in the stomach, making him reel temporarily and shout in his anger. Deamanil pushed back with his weapons, trying to shove the larger beats, not succeeding, he ducked and whirled around with a trip, his legs failed to sweep the hobgoblin to the ground, but it made him stumble and that as enough, the hobgoblin's feet came out from under him as he slipped in the mud. Deamanil threw one of his weapons to the ground with an arrogant smile, watching the hobgoblin on the ground. He knelt down, dipping his hand in the mud and getting a handful. He walked around the hobgoblin, circling until the hobgoblin finally got up, KreShar was pissed. He charged, to Deamanil's surprise, it sent him flying rather well, he landed on his back, getting even muddier. KreShar wasted no time and charged again, swinging his sword down on Deamanil, who rolled out of the way, the hobgoblin's spearhand however managed to smack Deamanil in the shoulder with the blunt end of his spear. He hurt and Deamanil jumped up, he flung the mud he had in hand into the hobgoblin's face, making it squeal blindly. Deamanil knew he only had so much time before the wind and rain (TO BE CONTINUED) Author: Deamanil Date Sun Dec 22 11:43:59 2002 Subject KreShar finally falls! (2) washed the ugly devil's face off. Deamanil roundhoused, smacking the hobgoblin to the side of its head with his foot soundly. The hobgoblin looked shocked, unable to see where Deamanil was, it began to run off, Deamanil slid to grab his second weapon, and took it up. The hobgoblin woddled back and forth still unable to see, slipping every now and again in the mud which was everywhere. Deamanil gave chase not wanting to allow his very best chance at the hobgoblin KreShar to pass without a satisfactory end. He shouted 'Stay and fight!', his anger was intense as his shoulder ached from the lucky hit by the hobgoblin. He ran, the hobgoblin not far in front of him, Deamanil jumped, weapons out, trying to strike the beast in its back for a killing blow, it hadn't landed however, the hobgoblin heard him coming and stumbled out of the way. Deamanil tripped him, kicked the weapons out of his hands, braced his feet onto the hobgoblin's arms so it couldn't do much but yell, and he began to beat KreShar's face with his bare fists angrily. He boomed with incoherent babbles as he knocked the large beast unconscious... he thought he had killed it, wanting the satisfaction of doing it without even using his weapons... he hadn't guessed later on the creature would up and walk away. Deamanil looked liberally through the beast's belongings, not that a dead hobgoblin would need anything, or so he thought. He took all of the beast's loot, a few gems it probably got off of some wealthy merchant, its money and a few other things. Author: Deamanil Date Sat Jan 4 18:32:35 2003 Subject A Good Day Deamanil had taken a short span of time away from his 'mission' of keeping a cap on the bandit activity in the plains, he would come back immediately after he went to cash in on a bit of their money he had looted... after they initially looted from others, it was the way of life, right? Heh-heh. At least it was what he had to deal with in the latest times. Either way, it was proving quite good in the money-side, he had more now than he had ever in his life, had at once. He travelled from where he was toward Palanthas, trying to get there as fast as his feet could take him, a few days later, he finally made it. He had stated his name and business to the guards, who after quite a bit of annoyance via questioning, he was allowed inside. He first made his way to the first bar he could find, he would get pleasantly slant-eyed for a while and see what kind of 'adventure' he could transpire before renting a room for the night. He went in taking casual observations of the folk inside the inn, not caring much of the folk he saw. Mostly all drunks he had never saw before, they were little to nothing in the world Deamanil lived in. He cared for very little other then himself and his wife. He walked to the counter and threw some coins down onto the bar, asking for whiskey, waiting for it, he peered around the smokey atmosphere of the bar. Nothing interested him directly... however a little green creature in dark robes was approaching the bar, looking directly at him, he found it a bit... peculiar at first, but this is Palanthas afterall, enough mystery in here to keep a gnome satsified for years. The creature kept its stride toward, Deamanil, a mug in its hand full of liquor, it spilled some as it woddled, onto the floor, probably for someone to end up slipping into later, and starting a barfight over which. The creature getting closer appeared to be a goblin, Deamanil jumped back from the bar a bit and puffed his chest out arrogantly, thinking there was about to be a fight, if this creature belonged to the encampment he's been ruining the plans of. He tilted his head to the side to crack it and the goblin was before him. Deamanil looked down at the little creature. 'What the hell do you want ya little runt?' The goblin snapped back 'me hear you fights!'. Deamanil's eye brow raises in perplexion. The goblin then says 'me be watch since come in Palanthas me interested, HATE elfies! me want destroyed, me want hire you, bring elf heads back Silchas, Silchas pay!' Deamanil thought for a second, his father was an elf, in fact but that didn't mean much, elves were snooty to everyone, particularly those of his brood... the half-elven children... he thought about it, but when the bartender come back with his whiskey he nodded to the goblin. 'It will depend heavily on which elf has the misfortune of meeting me, but I believe the money speaks loudly here and I am quite able to be of service, where can I contact you?'. The goblin snapped back ' No find Silchas, Silchas find you!'. The goblin then started snapping words to itself and in a show of smoke and sparks, he disappeared from sight, causing only a mild reaction from the barfolk before they went back to drinking. Deamanil grinned to himself, knowing that he has some more income capability now. He then sat at the bar taking some of his drink down and thinking. Time passed by as it does, and Deamanil slowly made due of his drink, after he had felt the affects of the alcohol to his content, he decided he'd hit the streets and see what kind of 'fun' he could stir up. He threw another few coins at the bartender, nodded and left as quickly as his drunken stupor allowed. It was after midnight some time, he had been passing through a crowd that were admiring the fountain at Imperial Square... a few were walking through the streets still, even at how late it was, he walked past someone in a travelling robe, covering their entire form, except that it (Continued) Author: Deamanil Date Sat Jan 4 18:33:37 2003 Subject A Good Day (2) was sleeveless and he noticed something very familiar. The arm appeared that of a a woman's and on the uppermost part there was a tattoo. He looked at his arm, the two tattoos had matched perfectly. His mind wandered temporarily wondering who else would have his tattoo... he came to only one conclusion, on their marriage; his wife and him had betrothed and then had an identical tattoo put on their arm in tribute to their marriage... this was the tattoo, and the tattoo on the travelling woman, a wolf, while sitting, howling at the moon. He raced over to the woman and grabbed her hand gently, while saying 'it's a bit late to be out and about all alone, isn't it miss?', the startled woman whipped around, thinking she might be about to be robbed and she reached from her side, ready to grab a weapon... but she stopped with a gasp, she then undid her hood and pulled it down. Deamanil was right, it was Breeze, his wife! His heart pounded in excitement and he looked her over quickly before saying 'wouldn't wanna slice up your husband now would ya?', she smirked and then said 'well, I don't know, afterall he does look pretty drunk, perhaps he's not himself' She winked at him. She always had her own way about things like that. But, in all it wasn't long into that that the two were embracing with a kiss. They made up for the time apart, filling each other in on where they've been since last being together while walking down the street. They were going to, together, get a room and complete their tales before retiring. Deamanil was over-pleased, he had missed her so much and from her side of the story, she had missed him as much. In the morning they'd awake, finally reunited, he had also told her about the meeting with the goblin, who had offered money for the heads of any elven Deamanil would come across, she didn't look like she held an answer to what she would do for that.
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