The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Phelan.

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 large tome gilt in gold on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Phelan' scribed in rich brown ink.

Author:    Phelan         
Date:      Sun Oct  3 14:34:09 2010
Subject     Discovery of Faith

I stood in the shadows observing as the anger and frustration washed over
him before he could call upon his magic to smite his foes. He looked pleased
with himself for tearing apart the enemies he fought and yet I knew he was
doomed. Once the elders learned of the source of his power he would be cast
out into the world where no-one would protect him or watch his back. It
saddened me to know that another in the line of Silvanos would be lost to
the darkness that consumed the world.

I had tried to help him back on to the path of the good and righteous but he
had looked down on me with contempt. His thoughts were clearly visible, even
to one untrained as I, who was I to instruct a noble from the sacred
bloodline on the process required to gain the inner calm required to become
a great sorcerer.

I watched as the elders closed on him and bound him with magic before taking
him to the inner sanctum where he would be cast out from the forest and his
name struck from the line of Silvanos.

I didn't have any time to dwell on what became of him as I was soon enrolled
into the House Protectors as an initiate. We spent long hours each day
practicing weapons skills and doing defensive drills before going out on all
night patrols. The days blurred into each other and we all learned to sleep
when and where the opportunity presented itself.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months and soon we were sent out on
real patrols where sleep was a scarce commodity and all the skills we had
learned were eventually put to use. 

None of us were prepared for it when it finally happened, our first real
combat. We were patrolling the northern border of the forest when we were
attacked by a horde of goblins, returning from a hunt deeper in the forest.
Somehow our tracker and theirs had missed each other in the thick forest, as
we moved on perpendicular paths and we met with the returning hunters.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and yet so quickly too, swords
and daggers were drawn by both sides and a bloody skirmish ensued. Luckily
we slay their leader before he could rally the goblins into a proper
fighting force and they broke, leaving the deer they had come for and ran
towards the border of the forest. Had we not had a level headed leader we
would have followed them and possibly been ambushed by a properly prepared
goblin force.

The groaning of a comrade broke me from the combat trance I had been sucked
in to and instinctually I started treating his wounds. He had been stabbed
several times buy a goblin spear and their filthy daggers. I knew his wounds
were beyond any of our skills to bind and yet I did not give up hope. Gently
laying my hands on his wounds I prayed to the blue phoenix to spare his
life. No one was more shocked than I when a blue glow seemed to enshroud me
and divine energy flowed through my body into him. 

Author:    Phelan         
Date:      Sat Oct 23 19:09:09 2010
Subject     An unexpected transfer - pt 1

"Phelan, " corporal Althinos barked across the barracks "the lieutenant
wants to see you."

"Yes corporal, I'll report immediately."

A commoner like me, he was fair man but hard to read, unlike the lieutenant,
a very young noble, who had not yet learned to mask his emotions and still a
stickler for protocol and dress code. I straightened my tunic and made sure
all the buckles were correctly fastened on my breastplate before heading to
his office to report.

Knocking on the door I waited for Lieutenant Terinani to give permission for
me to enter. I was about to leave when I heard his chair scrape back and he
called out "enter!" rather loudly.

"Soldier Phelan reporting Sir, " I said after stepping in and saluting him
and then waited to be told to stand at ease.

Returning the salute he looked me up and down critically with a look of
disdain on his face before picking up a folder on his desk. "These are your
transfer orders. I'm not sure who authorised them but they are all in order.
You are to leave with the trade caravan headed to Qualinost in three days

He handed me the forms I would need to get all the documents processed and
dismissed me with a brisk salute. Leaving his office quickly and quietly I
made my way back to the barracks.

"What do you have there?" asked corporal Althinos, startling me despite him
asking the question quietly.

"My transfer papers, " I replied while hand them to him, still confused as
to how this had happened, "I'm sure I never put in for a transfer and yet
here are my orders to travel with the Qualinost trade caravan and report for
duty in the Qualinost Wildrunner core."

"Never mind the how, " he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "this
is an opportunity you can not miss. Unlike here the Qaulinost Wildrunners do
not only promote nobles to the rank of officer and perhaps one day you can
do your family proud by serving in their army."

"Go now and pack, you have a lot of preparation to do for the journey ahead
but don't forget you still need to right that report from last weeks

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