An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rattlepot.

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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rattlepot' scribed in vibrant brown ink.

Author:    Rattlepot      
Date:      Tue Jun 19 16:39:34 2018
Subject     A Magic filled day of Occurences Part One

The road was little more than a dirt trail between fields. Overgrown in
parts it hadn't been traveled in quite a long while. It was almost noon and
the sky was clear overhead. 

Rattlepot brushed off the grass clippings from his sorts, leaving some green
stains on the kahki colored hand-sewn shorts that were about two sizes too
big, so they bulged out the sides making the rope belt look like it was
closing a sack around his waist. 

Diggin in one of his many pockets he came across something very odd. He
wasn't sure what to make of it. It was a round globe, sparkling with a
multitude of colors the size of an orange. It was a wonderous sight. It
seemed alive with colors of all hues, dancing and reaching out in tendrils
towards where he touched the surface. There were words writtin in common he
could just make out on the glass. "Break Me When Thy Time Comes" 

Rattlepot considered this. How would he know when his time has come? Come
for what? He was petty sure it didn't have anything to do with death or
anything like that. How could it? The ball was so amazing, so full of life.


That's when it hit him. Brrrrgllllee. His stomach was telling him it was
time to eat. "That must be it!" He exclaimed. The time has come for
lunch.... But... he didn't have a bite to eat. He had ran out of the village
very fast at the shouts of, "THIEF, THIEF!" And now he was starving, his
lunch that he had procured from the yelling man had fallen to the ground
quite a while back while avoiding sword swings, dodging arrows, and escaping
clasping hands while on the move. 

Rattlepot spied a rock with a sharp point. It was made of granite and stood
alone atop a small hill next to the trail. He walked over with purpose.
Staring at the sharp point, he held aloft the sphere and smacked it down
onto the rock. A sense of something like dejavu overcame him. The colors
e{Oxplod{Ped! The ground beneath his feet started to tremble and shake so
violently he fell down on his bottom. His eyes stared up at the sky as the
clear blue became enveloped by the rainbow an d white until there was
nothing but white, blanking out all he could see. Closing his eyes did not
help. 

Then he was back in the village. But they sky was cloudy and it seemed
almost night. He quickly moved out of the paved road and he saw a shop near
the market square. There was a stand there where all sorts of metal and
wooden structures were splayed out on the sides of the stand and on top. A
sign in common was above the stand. "Useful Tools" was printed on the sign
in bold faced non-flourished and plain. Curiousity getting the better of
him, he wandered over to the stand. The proprieter of the store was as short
as he was. Well, maybe a Bit taller. His features were decidedly
un-kenderish. Gnomish, that was it. He'd never seen one in person before.
This one had the look of a young man with exception of his skin and hair.
Very pale skin and white hair. The Gnome wasn't fat but was well fed, and
seemed to have a stockpile of food nearby. He would grab a bite of bread in
between words as he would tell passersby of his wares. A few moments and
Rattlepot realized this Gnome had found a method for slowing down his words,
by stuffing his mouth full of bread. Luckily almost nobody stopped by long
enough to check out the wares or this would be a round Gnome indeed. 

Rattlepot was still feeling very hungry. The site of the Gnome stuffing his
face made his mouth water and stomach grumble. He walked back behind the
shop. He had a few coins to tade and wanted to be sure that the Gnome could
sell the bread if not one of his wares. He may have to overpay, but it would
be worth it to him now. Rattlepot rummaged through the food pile and came
across a pouch labeled "Research" In it his hand went absently and felt
around a device that felt cool to the touch. 
He pocketed a loaf of bread and some lunchmeat and picked up the device.

Author:    Rattlepot      
Date:      Tue Jun 19 16:45:06 2018
Subject     A Magic filled day of Occurences Part Two

"YOWZA!" Rattlepot startled as he had accidentally pressed a switch. The
Gnome spun around with horror as his eyes met Rattlepot's eyes. Then he saw
the device in Rattlepot's hand. A faint humming sound was heard. The Gnome
screamed, "OHMYGODWHATINTHEABYSSAREYOUDOINGPUTTHATDOWNGIVEITTOME!" He
reached out his hands like two grasping dragon's claws and pulled the device
towards him. Instinctively Rattlepot tried to keep hold of the device and
pulled back. 

A loud CLANK was heard and it broke. Just then he thought he heard the Gnome
but all he heard was a deafening crackle. As if a thunderbolt had hit him,
and he fell to the ground with a piece of... something.. in his hand. 

It was a finely wrought faceplate. Rattlepot stared at it in wonder.

The inscription read, 'Thy time is thy own.' 

Just then, a sandwich fell out of the sky and landed on his lap.

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