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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Gorlind.

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Astinus gently places a miniscule pocket book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Gorlind' scribed in vibrant yellow ink.

Author:    Gorlind        
Date:      Thu Jun 25 16:37:07 2020
Subject     An Unwelcome Meeting

Gorlind was walking through the bazaar in Stone Rose. He felt something
weird in the pit of his stomach. Something he rarely felt. Fear? No, that
wasn't it. He was nervous. But why? It was the man standing about 10 feet
away from him he realized. There was something wrong with him but Gorlind
couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was that bothered him. Eh, no
matter he thought.

The man eyed Gorlind and grinned beneath his hood. Kender were the perfect
targets. No one really noticed them. They slipped easily and quickly through
crowds. They could bear the gift that his god so desperately wanted to give
the world. Some even enjoyed the novelty of it.

As the man came closer to Gorlind he pulled back his hood slightly to reveal
a pockmarked face and a malevolent grin. Gorlind flinched at first but
stayed. The man was definitely interesting and wanted to tell him something
it seemed. He began to lean forward and the man held out his arm as if to
shake hands.

The grip on Gorlind's wrist was strong. He wanted to shrug it off but then
the man began speaking words Gorlind didn't understand. Magic! How
interesting! Gorlind loved magic and he tried to pay close attention to the
words the man mumbled.

Quickly he found out that something was wrong. He began to feel extremely ho
and a boiled formed quickly where the man had grabbed his wrist. This wasn't
magic. This was something else entirely. He struggled to free himself from
the man's grip but found the man quickly releasing him.

Gorlind reeled slightly. He was dizzy and so hot. The man spoke, in common
this time, "Kender you have been chose." The man whispered, "My god has
chosen you to be the bearer of his gift. Accept and you'll find that your
fever dies down, yes that's why you're so warm, and the dizziness will stop.
You'll be spared the ravages that are now starting to eat away at your
body."

The kender looked down at his wrist and felt sweat forming on his brow. He
loved to try new things but this feeling was not one of them. His mouth was
suddenly very dry and for the first time in his life he found it hard to
talk. He just stared back at the man uncomfortably and with some amount of
wonder.

"What do you say?" the man asked.

The kender looked down and then nodded his head.

He immediately felt cooler and the dizziness stopped. He felt like he could
speak again. "What...what did I do?" he asked.

"You've chosen to aid our god in his quest. That is all." The kender looked
down again and nodded. He knew what he had done. "Come along. There's never
enough time to spare" the man said.

Gorlind nodded again and followed the man through the crowd and away. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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