The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Decred.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a worn folio on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Decred' scribed in faded red ink.



Author:  Decred
Date    Mon Apr  1 18:55:10 2002



Subject  Squire of Trevalin



Having grown up in the city of Solanthus on the solamnic Decred had been
raised as the son of a merchant's guard.

The latter days of his childhood were spent on the road traveling back and
forth from small farming villages and Palanthas, being instructed under a
fathers watchful eye and his boss's eager gaze. On one such venture into
Palanthas around the summer when Decred was 14, his father had recently been
killed in a thieves raid on the wagons.

Having been seperated from his father during the fighting as the thieves split
the wagons into two groups. Decred could only watch as his father in the
smaller group, with only 2 other men, fell to the enemies superior numbers.

Having been taken into the merchants guard, as his skills with a sword were
already above average, and the merchant needing all the help he could get,
came to Palanthas to sell what they had been able to keep from their previous
trips. Two days later, with the merchant trying to sell his wares, and not
currently needing Decred's help, let him slip off into the crowd and venture
about the city. In the crowd Decred recognized a face...and another, then
another. These belonged to the people who had raided their wagons and killed
father. 4 of them in all, Decred followed the men to a small , out of the way
tavern, and bent on a course of action, went inside after them, with his sword
drawn. The men, not yet having taken seats, saw the boy enter the tavern with
a sword, and possibly now recognizing him as well, drew their weapons in turn
and rushed the boy. However the 4 bandits weren't the only ones who took an
interest in Decred. A single man, sitting at a nearby table, watched as the
boy defeated each man, one after another, killing one and turning for the
next. Soon however, all 4 men dead, and the Innkeep having sent for solamnic
patrol the cloaked man, who had watched the fight from start to finish finally
stood and walked toward Decred. Pushing aside his cloak, light reflected off
the dark of the armor and sword of the knight Sir Trevalin. Knocking Decred's
sword from his hand, and grabbing it and Decred by arm, Trevalin stormed out
of the Inn with a boy who's skills had caught his eye, along with his courage
and die hard determination.

This is the story of how Decred fell in with his new master, Sir Trevalin and
began his training to become a Knight of Takhisis.




Author:  Decred
Date    Mon Apr 29 17:13:03 2002



Subject  the Lost Library



Seeking another addition to a steadily growing pile of trophies , days of
wandering through wilderness upon nothing more then hearsay. Now having left
Decred to a dark campsite in a windswept forest...his information appears to
be either old or inaccurate.

The current occupants of the campsite, as far as Decred can tell from the
distance, are 4 humans and a dwarf. All asleep with no watch of any kind, they
look to be no more then a band of travelers. While slowly pushing back at the
tree he was leaning on another shape, barely visible in the darkness, splits
from a tree and creeps into the camp.

Sneaking over to the travelers packs, a small knife is produced and the thief
quickly begins cutting straps and going through the contents of each pack.
After several minutes of work, the thief pulls something from one of the packs
and slips it into a pouch hanging at his side.

Sneaking out of the campsite, the figure all but disappears into the dark.
Decred, aware that it couldn't be mere coincidence that another was in these
same parts, watching the same campsite, and intent on a lone item, rose from
his position and after walking through the middle of the campsite, pursued the
thief.

After sliding an unwanted weight off his sword with his foot, Decred reached
over and picked up a knife, a knife that had been meant for his back when the
thief became aware of his being followed, and cut the strings to a pouch lying
with the thief. The pouch, containing a small and tightly wrapped dark green
scroll, was placed inside a much larger black pouch, hanging at Decred's side,
just before the group of travelers fell upon the body, alone in the forest in
a puddle of blood.



Author:  Decred
Date    Tue May  7 19:06:38 2002


Subject  A Dark Crossing




Since having ridden into the mouth of the gorge some miles back, the steady
descent of the hills into the valley, the barren and and windswept hills,
tappered off and now has turned into a climb.

The large boulders, torn from the sides of the gorge near its top some hundred
feet up, have grown more frequent. The smaller and more numerous rocks which
they brought down in their tumbling make riding a near impossibility,
promising death at a single mistake. Forced to lead his mount and bear the
grotesque skeletal helm, still filled with the smell of decay. Continuing on
and forcing the thoughts from his his head with his body driving itself
forward on its own, Decred is not consciously aware of a faint breeze that has
begun blowing through the gorge or the faint, pulsing blue light that is
coming from his body.

Flung back into the operating of his body by the climbing trails sudden
leveling off and disappearance of the canyon walls. Having walked into a
skattered field of stone, half of which is overgrown with mosses and grasses,
brings an unwanted yet intense feeling of unease. The piles of stone, Decred
having now noted, are extremely old and still bearing traces of having been
worked by mortal hands. Passing through a gap in a pile of stone, overgrown
with grasses, was probably once a wall to a house...

the hairs on the back of Decred's neck stand up. Still unaware of his glowing,
he turns his mount around to face the gap of stone through which he just
passed, and finds his gaze caught by 1...then 3 creatures all making no
further attempts to move or speak. Staring through his helm of bone, the
undead's eyeless gaze falters, and lowing their heads they fade from sight
behind the same pile out of which they emerged. Closing his eyes, Decred lets
out a deep sigh and rubs his forearm across the bottom of his chin. Regaining
his confidence and turning his mount toward another opening in the wall,
Decred rides his black charger through and begins searching for the opening of
a cave.



Author:  Decred
Date    Thu May 23 13:20:36 2002


Subject  Another clashing of Knighthoods




A bloody plain, in sight of the ocean, is now the latest location of frontline
skirmishes between the built of forces of the Knighthoods.

Having marched his small force directly south from Throtyl, having been sent
orders to meet and board a ship waiting for them just off the coast in a small
bay. On a grassy plain, in sight of the bay , little more then half of
Decred's original force battle off a Solamnic garrison, easily three times
their number with no hope of escape as the ship is not there. Five bronze
dragons circle directly overhead, watching the battle below with little
interest. Due to a sloppy manuever made by the Solamnic commander, The small
KOT force was able to tear through the first ranks of the solamnics and
capitalize on it by dealing the solamnics a heavy list of casualties. However
with numbers playing against the Knights of Takhisis, Decred and others in his
patrol soon found themselves isolated from fellow comrades and battling four
or five solamnics to stay alive. With a shoulderpad torn free, several gashes
along the front of his armor, and a broken sword, was how Decred was fighting
when the first dark dragons appeared in the sky above the enemy. Falling upon
the bronze dragons from above nine blues tore through their enemies, killing
three and watched the the two suvivors flee the skies above the battle. Seeing
their allies fail, the solamnic forces immediately pulled back and fled from
the field, leaving twelve Knights of Takhisis to stand among the dead. Raising
an arm to shield his face, Decred stood as five of the blue dragons landed on
the field. Gathering a piece of armor torn from his arm, Decred had barely
begun walking toward the blues when another landed before him almost causing
him to fall on his back.

The blue dragon looked at Decred for a moment before speaking, "I have
been sent here from Storm Keep. Storm's Breeze, the ship you were to
take back to Sanction was diverted to another task and we have been sent
instead. My human name is Lightning Strike, and if you are the Dark Knight
Decred Haurkon, whose description you match, I have orders concerning you
as well."

Nodding toward Lightning Strike, Decred bows his head. "Yes I am Decred
Haurkon, may I ask what..."

Following a loud snort, "Yes yes, climb into my saddle, I will explain
our mission while we are in the air. Do not worry about your fellow
humans, my brethren are under orders to transport them back to Sanction.

Motioning to the humans climbing onto dragons behind him with a jerk of his
head, "Hurry they are already leaving, and we must be going."

Lashing on his dented bracer, Decred crawls into the Lignting's saddle and
immediately both take off into the air.



Author:  Decred
Date    Sun May 26 15:14:27 2002


Subject  The Rebuilding of the Past




Overturning the remains of an ancient desk, the knight quickly scans for any
of the ancient writings once housed in these rooms.

'That must be that last of them, there is nothing under here...' Grabbing
hold of the wall Decred shields his head from falling rocks with his arm as
the ground begins to shake.

Shouting at a fallen knight across the room 'Make sure thats the last of

them and hurry! The reds have already begun their work in the lower
halls.'

Running through several more rooms, making last checks for any of the ancient
writings, Decred grabs an old parchment he had set on a table and returns to
the main chamber just as another explosion rocks the ground.

Pushing rocks off of him with the help of his aid, Decred grabs the knights
hand and steps out of the rubble. ' This is the last of them,

 lets get these back to Lord Aelroth and make our way down to the lower
halls and direct the reds. They must be blasting too close to the ceiling and
causing these tremors...' A deep pounding can be heard coming from the lower
levels and then another blast rocks the ground under the knights feet.

'Yea come on we better get down there and see whats going on.' Leading the
way Decred dodges falling rocks as he and his aid make their way more towards
the interior where Aelroth has set up his command.



Author:  Decred
Date    Sun May 26 17:21:22 2002


Subject  The Rebuilding of the Past (II)




Looking over his arm, which was until recently shielding his face from an
awesome heat, superheated rock runs down from the ceiling of halls. The rubble
and loose rock, left behind after thousands of years are fused together form
together after hardening, leaving a smooth strong surface behind.

Walking forward between two large red dragons Decred looks over the the hall
with an intense gaze. 'You need to lower the floors over towards that far
wall some more, and try not to lower them too much
like you did last time. This is an ancient library of our Queen
in case you forgot red. She will not be pleased to find that her
servants have grown lazy in the rebuilding of her library. See that
it gets done right this time or it will be your head.' Turning on his heel
Decred quickly walks around a still hot puddle of rock and down another hall,
going to inspect the work of other dragons set to work and oblivious to the
angry gaze watching him depart.

The deep rumbling can be heard in halls still far beneath, while constant
clouds of steam drift upward from the stairways leading down to them.



Author:  Decred
Date    Mon May 27 14:57:37 2002


Subject  A following gone unnoticed




A gathering of knights sits around a large circular stone table, going over
the plans of a recent renovation when a younger knight comes before the
gathered men.

Addressing Sir Decred, the knight says in a whispered voice, 'Sir, our

sentries have detected a solamnic scout in the woods beneath the south-
east valley. He's alone but has been moving as if he knows we have forces

in the area.' After wiping his brow he continues, 'Captain Pefrin
suggests

we dispatch a small force to eliminate him before he detects us and leaves

reports us to the solamnics.'

Rubbing his chin Decred grabs a small piece of paper and begins scribbling
orders on it. Folding the paper he hands it to the knight with the following
instructions, 'Tell Captain Pefrin not to be hasty, if he sends a force and
there are other scouts in those woods, scouts still going undetected, they
will report that we have a sizeable force in the area. I will deal with the
solamnic myself. Perhaps he isn't even a scout and can be subdued by one
Knight of Takhisis, which will attract far less attention then a whole
sentry force.'

Saluting Decred the knight turns and leaves up the stairs, as Decred collects
his gauntlets and sword from the table and leaves down another set of stairs.

...about an hour later

Pulling back a branch with his hand, Decred catches a glimpse of the supposed
solamnic scout, and a feeling tells him that there is something familar about
this scout. Unable to put his finger on it, Decred moves silently along ,at
the same pace as the scout but under the cover of the dense foilage.

Watching the solamnic spy father up the hill, he slips and rolls over
revealing his face to the dark knight. His mind making the connection, Decred
then recognizes the solamnic squire from his voyage up from the coast and his
run in with him then. Knowing full well that the boy has followed his trail
and is alone, Decred moves from his cover and towards the boy who seeing
Decred, draws a shortsword salutes and attacks. Knocking aside the squire's
blade with his hand, Rek watches as his blade hits the ground and his vision
fade to black as Decred pulls back a mailed fist after landing it square in
the squire's face. Motioning farther up the hill, and after the sounds of many
snapping of limbs, Decred's dragon mount emerges from the forest ahead of him.

To his mount Lightning Strike, 'My friend, would you carry this solamnic
squire into the heart of the solamnic plains, within a day or two of a
sizeable town or village. Hopefully he will have forgotten his journey of
following us and return to his masters. I see that you are not happy with
this assignment, but I wish for this to get done right, and with speed. I
do not want a patrol of enemy knights scourying these mountains looking
for him, which I fear will happen soon unless he is returned. So you see
this is actually a mission of great importance and one I would not place
on any other.'

Satisfied with his rider's explanation, and after scooping up the squire Rek
between his claws, the large blue leaps into the air accompanied by the sound
of his flapping wings. Watching his dragon and his cargo fly over the
hillside, Decred turns and makes his way back to more pressing matters.



Author:  Decred
Date    Fri Jul 12 15:21:03 2002


Subject  Bringing to Justice




Inside a large canvas tent, a heated debate rages on through the dimly lit
interior, the soft light flickering from within a oil lantern.

A white haired knight says, 'Lord Marcelin was almost killed! He still might
if those clerics don't arrive here soon. There can be no other justice for
that backstabbing slave save a swift execution at the hands of troops that
find him.'

A scar faced knight slams his fist on the table. 'He injured two of my men
during his escape! Justice would allow them to remove that goblins head
for such an insult to their honor.'

After an exchange of heated words between a few of the knights and the
representitives of the Minions of Darkness, Decred steps between the two
factions and raises his hands. 'Enough!' Slowly turning his head he looks
back and forth between the two factions, briefly looking at each person until
the tent is completely silent. 'Now then, its time that this meeting
returned to order. Representitives of the Minions, Vlunok, the goblin in
question has been linked to assaulting a Lord Knight by eight different
witnesses. Two of which are goblins themselves and four and part of the
Lord's personal guard. It is because of this that orders have already been
given to the search party to kill Vlunok on sight. Turning to face the
knights who now have a grin on their faces. 'This punishment would be
consistent for anyone who committed a crime of the same degree. As for the
reasons,' Pointing toward the white haired knight and the one with a scar,
'neither one of you have any idea why I've done this. We three will have
a meeting later tonight to talk about this.' Stepping back he addresses
everyone. 'Alright thats it, the meeting is over, now return to your posts
and resume work. I don't want to hear anything else about this until the
search party gets back.



Author:  Decred
Date    Fri Aug 16 16:38:53 2002


Subject  trouble in zhan




As an unrelenting and never ending storm continued to rage over a keep known
only to a few, a large magic portal like a doorway of swirling flame opens in
one of the main courtyards before a group of assembled knights.

Nodding at the mage, a lone knight turns and looks back toward his troops.

'This is a routine raid into the heartlands of the solamnics. Do as you've

been trained and follow my orders and we'll destroy any enemy force before

they have time to turn tail and run.' Making a series of hand signals the
company begins filing through the open portal with Decred falling in after the
first three ranks.

A small grin on his face, in expectation of the battle soon to follow, quickly
disappears as he looks down at the bodies of dead knights, all pincushioned
with arrows. Looking into the forest he wonders how the enemy could have
already set an ambush and then he takes notice of the forest. A FOREST!

They should have been on the plains of Solamnia twenty someodd miles south of
Lemish.

'Knights to me! Charge the forest and kill the elve...' Decred falls to
his knees as an arrow tears through his armor and lodges itself into his left
shoulder. Growling he drops his sword and picks it up with his right hand,
charging into the nearest brush.

With his foot upon the body of a fallen ranger, Decred yanks his blade free
and looks back onto the battlefield, no movement aside for a few too stubborn
to acknowledge being dead. Cursing all mages, and making plans to kill a
certain knight of the thorn, he charges off deeper into the forest, hoping hes
close to the border.



Somewhile later, the moon now hanging high in the night sky, a small party of
rangers drag an unconscious Decred through the forest, leaving behind a faint
trail of human blood. The smell of death lies heavy on the forest and trouble
broods in Storm keep as several knights, returning through the portal pass on
what had transpired to their superiors while their wounds are treated.



Author:  Decred
Date    Sat Aug 17 00:38:02 2002


Subject  imprisonment




Waking as a bucket of cold water splashes across his face, Decred opens a
bruised eye and winces as the pain returns. His shoulder, now free of the
arrow, is still tender and flies creep across his exposed wound.

Three men, silhouettes against the light pouring into the dark room, stare
down at Decred who takes note of the man with the bucket. Speaking in a form
of elvish for a few minutes, one of the men leaves and the other two move into
the cell and take up positions on other side of him.

Kicking Decred in the ribs, the elf growls 'Get on your blasted legs knight
scum

, I will not carry you again.' Kicking him again he shouts 'Get up!'
Pulled roughly to his feet, Decred stands staring straight ahead as a fist
hits him across the face. The other man, standing to his left, cracks his
knuckles.

'You would do well to listen when you've been given an order. Now get
moving.'

Pushed from behind, Decred staggers forward out of his cell and into the
daylight. Lifting an arm to shield his eyes from the light, he walks down a
stone corridor, proded with the butt end of a spear when his pace grows too
slow.

Brought into a great chamber, a circle of rangers, woodsmen and elves sit in
silence, with eyes on Decred. Forced to his knees by the man with the spear
all is silent for several minutes. Finally an elf stands up to Decred's right
and begins talking.

'Knight of Takhisis, we have brought you here to tell us why an armored
division

of your troops have entered our sacred forest and whether or not this is
the

beginning of open hostility between our two peoples once more.' Taking a
step forward, he continues ' You will tell us what you know, or I fear we
will

we will be forced to schedule you an appointment with the headsman.'

Staring straight ahead, a small stream of blood trickles from the corner of
his lip but nothing else escapes his mouth. Glaring down at the knight the elf
takes hold of Decred's chin and turns his head from side to side. Removing his
hand, Decred's head falls and he continues to stare blankly. 'Why must 
you do this? Surely we will find out whether you live or die so would it
not be better for you to cooperate?' Sighing to himself the elf takes a a
step back. 'No I suppose not...you knights have always been so stubborn
when

it comes to things such as this.' Snapping his fingers the elf shouts,
'Take

this man back to his cell...we will talk with him again tomorrow with
hopes

that hes changed his mind.'

Returning to his seat, the elf watches as Decred is pulled to his feet and is
shoved out the door. As two great wooden doors begin swinging shut behind him,
the chamber erupts in a chaotic blend of shouts and hollaring.

The smallest smile creeps onto Decred's face, only for a moment, as he is lead
back down the stone corridor to his dark cell.



Author:  Decred
Date    Sat Aug 24 18:26:16 2002


Subject  Farewell




Leaning against the chains, with his chin propped against his chest, the
prisoner mentally goes over his latest plan. No light, aside from a tiny
amount managing to creap from beneath the door, makes it difficult to see
anything in the cell beyond a few feet away. Moving his head to the right, he
tries to keep from beneath a small trickle of water from striking his face
when keys begin rattling in the lock.

Closing his eyes, he pretends to be asleep as the guard comes into the cell.

Without opening his eyes, he is able to distinguish the guard's from the other
noises within the cell. Sighing to himself he recognizes the sound of Varne
breathing with sickening familarity. Bracing himself, against what he knows
will be coming, a sharp pain shoots up his side as Varn takes to waking him
up.

'Wake up Sir Bastard! HA! I'll believe your asleep just after I've
finished beating you unconscious you filthy knight!' Snickering to himself Varne
tugs on the chains around Decred's throat before kicking him in the side once
more.

Lowering his face to within mere inches from Decred's face he spats.

'Only two more days till your date with the headsman. We wouldn't want

you to go hungry before your lucky day though. Oh and I've taken to making
your new food. The stuff they sent down wasn't proper for scum like you.

Now get up your foods coming.' Walking slowly towards the cell door to get
a tray, Varne glances back over his shoulder. The spark of hatred glistening
in his eyes grows brighter still as it becomes apparent that Decred hasn't
moved.

Setting down the tray and turning back with a snarl, Varne catches a foot in
his throat accompanied by an audible crunch. A bloody foot, gashed from where
a rock or other crude object had been used to bash through the chain's link
slowly stretches over the body of the fallen ranger.

Passing through a large iron ring holding several keys together, the foot
slowly begins dragging the keys backward from where Varne had dropped them.

After several unsuccesful tries of flipping the keys past grasping hands, the
keys finally pass to his awaiting hands. Moments after unlocking the several
chains latched to his body, a moment is spared as Decred kneels beside the
fallen man and stares into his glazing over eyes. 'I do not know what was

done or why such a hatred burned so brightly in your blood but your death

has given something important to me, my freedom.' After whispering a
silent prayer tohonor the fallen, he begins stripping a leather tunic and
cloak from the body. Locking the body in chains to give the illusion of his
presence, Decred quickly walks out the door and begins pulling it shut. Light,
so often a stranger in the darkness of a cell once again retreated from the
room and just as quickly the sound of soft footsteps passed out of hearing.

(This is the end of my wildrunner prisoner rp. I thank them for allowing me
this chance to rp with them)

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