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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Khanon.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Khanon' scribed in light blue ink.

Author:    Khanon         
Date:      Wed Jun  6 00:08:09 2007
Subject     The quest for knighthood

 Glancing down at the sword at his waist a sigh escaped his lips.
 The
battered and plain hilt, the dull and dinged blade left little to
be
desired.  Likely a pawnshop would only give him a few gold for
such an
unworthy instrument of battle.  

Returning his attention to the task at hand he peered amongst the
leaves at
the bugbear den before him and hoped that perhaps if he completed
his task
the Knighthood would grant him a new blade to love.  Standing
from his
crouched position he rose and approached the den faltering
slightly on a
fallen limb along the way.  As he approached the bugbears heard
the rustle
of leaves as he stumbled and began to shriek wildly.  

With a momentary frown at his own carelessness he drew the old
blade from
its sheath and advanced more quickly.  

There were more than expected and the vermin began spilling out
of the den
in preparation to defend against the intruder.  Khanon lifted his
blade in a
high guard as the first two advanced on him rapidly and with a
strong
downward slash dispatched the first.  The second was more agile
causing
Khanon to drop to one knee and pull his blade in a backward
arcing motion. 
The bugbear evaded easily and slashed at his forearm opening two
bloody
slices on his forearm.  Switching the blade to his left hand and
removing
his shield from his back simaltaneously he lunged forward and
thrust the
broadsword through the beasts heart.  

Using his foot to hold the corpse still he tore the blade from
it's bloody
capture and advanced into the den.  As he entered the den he lost
track of
how many he slew and time seemed to stand still as he followed
the motions
the weaponsmaster has taught him.  High guard, downward slash,
thrust,
shield block and another corpse at his feet.  Although during the
intensity
of the fight it felt as if time slowed and he had forever to
calculate each
action the den was cleared within a half hours time.  Being sure
he
completed his task he thoroughly checked each nook and cranny of
the den and
only paused to remove a claw from one of the beasts.  

As he exited the den he wiped the blood clean from the proof of
completion
of his task and began his trek back to town.  

Author:    Khanon         
Date:      Thu Jun 14 01:15:54 2007
Subject     The endlesss quest.

 The sun had risen only an hour prior and the traces of dew could
still
be seen leeching into the green flora about the trail.  Khanon
was sent on
another of many tasks to prove his worth to the Knighthood. 
Although, he
did recognize the benefit of such tasks for what they were.  He
was not only
demonstrating his abilities to his superiors but also on a quest
to learn
more of himself.  That was why even though some Knights see these
tasks as
menial, Khanon made sure he did his best on each.  He thought to
himself,
"How does one become irritated when one can learn so much if the
effort is
made...?"  

As he traveled he contemplated many views as to why this trip and
th enext
task and the next are so beneficial to the growth of an
individual.  As his
mind began to digress off to another topic he found himself
surprised his
journey had gone so quickly.  Not fifty yards before him he saw
the first of
many dens that he had orders to clear out.  

One one one these bugbears were no match for him however in large
numbers
circumstances became unpredictable.  That was why he took the
utmost caution
in approaching his first target and planning his course of
attack.  

He advanced quickly from the south side and offered no warning. 
These were
not creatures of reason nor honor and therefore not accorded the
Knightly
etiquette so followed by the Brotherhood.  

Coming up behind his first target he slide his blade through its
back and
out between the third and forth ribs on the opposing side.  The
two
remaining creatures rushed at him as he yanked his blade from the
dying
vermin and spun in a circle to decapitate one of the advancing
pair.  He
drew a dagger with his off hand to parry a blow from the
remaining assailant
but replaced it immediately after to focus his full attention to
his blade. 


His body fell into actions of habit and he felt his mind seperate
from the
actions he was performing.  The blade which so recently felt so
foreign to
him now drew his mind to marvel at the beauty of the combination
of
practicality and art in its design.  The light glinted this way
and that off
of the blade as the blood splashed every few swings.  He thought
to himself,
"does Lord Railen understand how much this gift means to me..?"  


Author:    Khanon         
Date:      Thu Jun 14 01:23:24 2007
Subject     The endless quest cont...

 His thoughts traveled back to the one thing his father had
provided for
him and almost reached within his armor to touch it.  And so his
mind
meandered and heart bounced around from sadness to respect and
all around
again.  

Meanwhile the den had emptied of its inhabitants and at least a
dozen
corpses lay about the site of battle.  Despite Khanon's
detachment he had
been efficient and it was clearly a slaughter.  His mind slowly
faded back
to connect with the bodly world and the mix of emotions he had
been feeling
about Railen and his father turned to much darker feelings.  All
about him
corpses bled and gurgled emitting the iron smell of blood and
death.  It was
true that he loved battle and the many intricacies of sword play
but that
much blood and loss of life was draining him.  

Attempting to remove himself from his inevitably depressing
thought process
he headed out to do more of the same.  He would have to fill his
time with
action more than thought and in this way perhaps exhaustion would
keep his
mind from wondering.  For know the sanctuary of knowing he
mourned the death
of even the most vile of creatures would have to be enough.  Who
knows,
perhaps by completing this task for the Knighthood he saved
lives.  

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