An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rodin.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? 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 massive tome lined with fake jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rodin' scribed in burnt red ink.

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Thu Feb 22 13:41:53 2007
Subject     Path of Martial Artist Part  I

Rodin was born in to a small Kagonesti community living in
Solace. He was a
pretty normal child in many ways, he loved to play and fight and
wrestle with
other small children of his age. He loved also running and all
manner of games
that strained him physically. From young age he idolized warriors
that
performed amazing moves in carnivals. But even more he idolized
martial
artists that had superior control over their minds and bodies.

Many times after carnivals he went to visit these wandering
martial artists
and asked them to teach him something. Some did, but many didnt
they just told
him to train his physical fitness and learn how to control his
own mind and
body first. Rodin was frustrated he didnt want that, he wanted to
be able to
do sommersaults and superior kicks and throws. But soon he
realized that if he
really wanted learn he should obey these masters, of course he
didnt know that
those man that performed in carnivals were just showmen with not
much of a
skill at all, if he would want to learn something And then he
trained and
always when carnival showed up in Solace Rodin was there to ask
advices. And
many of the showmen taught him all kinds of fancy kicks and
throws But as his
skills grew he also came more aggressive against others and Rodin
and some
bigger boys in the gang started bullying other kids and cause all
sort of
disorder around Solace. They got many times in trouble with the
town watch and
sometimes some of them got arrested.

When Rodin go arrested for first time his parents went mad, there
was a big
fight which led to Rodin leaving his home and starting life in
the streets. He
drank a lot and was arrested many times. His life had no
direction until one
day one of the leaders of local criminal gang asked Rodin to work
for him. He
promised easy jobs and great rewards so Rodin accepted. They told
him that he
had been recruited because the gang had heard of his great
fighting skills and
physical fitness. At this time the young elf was in bad shape
from some years
of drinking, but when he started training in the ranks of thieves
his fitness
went up quickly and his martial skills grew his days were full of
training
because in this profession one mistake could lead to death. His
job was
simple, as the skills of trapping and ambushing had been taught
to him as a
child so it was his job to plan and organize ambushes in the
roads near
solace. With his fighting skills he could always help if it
looked the mission
didnt go as planned.

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Fri Feb 23 04:38:08 2007
Subject     Path of Martial Artist  II

Rodins life continued inside the gang. They ambushed people
traveling to
solace, but Rodin was glad about. But sometimes they needed to
fight and
sometimes the fights didnt go as planned. Once they ambushed a
lone man and
his wife which they had gotten false information that they were
rich. It
happened that the man was a knight of Solamnia and put up a good
fight. The
knight killed some of them and the fight ended by Rodin sneaking
up behind the
knight and stabbing him to back. It was first ever kill of Rodin
and he was
terrified by it, he began thinking things on a new way, had he
really went
this down. But Rodin was afraid to leave the gang and he still
had a pretty
nice life inside it so he decided not to do anything, but he also
tried to
avoid ambushes where they would have to fight and kill. But it
seemed that now
people traveling to solace had started hiring mercenaries to
protect them and
the gang needed to fight more often. Once Rodin was really near
losing his
life when they ambushed a man that wore very expensive clothes
and was
traveling alone. They didnt see anything strange in that, just
thought man was
a little reckless. They never thought that the man could be a
mage. It only
came to Rodins thoughts when a fireball exploded next to him
almost killing
him. It was the most tough experience of his entire life. He was
in bed for
almost two months, too weak to get up. When he was strong enough
to get up he
started training harder that he had ever before He had been so
close to death
that he would never want to be again he was just an young elf
only 80 years
old and he had entire life in front of him. Then some two years
after this
when they were in their normal ambush point near solace an old
human man
walked in the road near the place of ambush. The highest ranking
thief, a
hobgoblin, decided they could have some fun with this man. The
hobgoblin
officer stepped to road in front of the old man, lazily swinging
with his huge
sword. I would like you to give us all your items of value the
hobgoblin
started talking. The man made no sign of hearing the words or
even seeing the
hobgoblin and just continued his walk on the road. The hobgoblin
raised his
sword if you will not stop old timer I will cut your head from
your shoulders.
Still the man just continued his walk. The hobgoblin swung a
strike that would
have cut the man in half if the man had still been there.
Incredibly quick the
man rolled under the sword and hit the hobgoblin with a punch
that seemed to
be powerless. But powerless it wasnt, the thief dropped to
ground, dead.
Seeing how easily their leader had been won many of the thieves
fled. But some
stayed to fight, the old timer won them easily. In the end only
Rodin stood
against the man:  so young elf do I need to beat you too . No!
Rodin called
out, I saw how easily you won those man, when I was young I
idolized martial
arts and unarmed combat, I want to leave this life I dont want to
kill
anymore, I want to become your student. Rodin watched the man
waiting to hear
to word ,NO, he was sure to hear, but the man just watched him
and then slowly
nodded 
OK.
And Rodins new life began.

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Mon Feb 26 06:52:24 2007
Subject     Path Martial Artist III

Rodin began his studies with his new master and he was happier
than ever, but
the training with the old man was tough.  Still it made Rodin
remember why had
he always idolized fitness and skill in unarmed combat.  Along
with combat
skills the old man taught Rodin about Majere, the patron of
martial artists,
and Rodin learned to respect this god.  Together they traveled
around Ansalon,
not staying long anywhere.  Sometimes they took jobs and quests
to benefit
good cause.  Not many were willing to recruit the old man but
after seeing his
fighting skills they were more than willing.  But then came the
one day when
the old mans life needed to end.  With the last powers of his the
man took the
amulet of Majere he had worn and gave it to Rodin: Keep it well,
and remember
always to respect your opponent whoever it might be, then the old
man died. 
This happened when Rodin was at age of 90.

After that Rodin wandered around Ansalon trying to learn as much
as he could
from different masters and teachers.  Also he continued to help
those who
needed help and promote cause of good.  He also continually
tested his
physical and mental skills, by entering fighting tournaments.  He
didnt lose
often.  But even this day he continues his travels around Ansalon
trying to
learn even more and honoring martial arts.  

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Sun May  6 12:55:41 2007
Subject     home

Rodin looked at the simple stone building.A monastery of some
sort.
He had a strange feeling that he should visit the building, 
and as he had always did, he trusted his insticts.
 
Rodin arrived at the wooden gate and knocked.
Slowly the gate opened, without a sound and somewhere above Rodin
a voice spoke:
"Wellcome Rodin Greenleaf, Welcome home".

"What? Where am I? How do you know  my name?"

"You are in monastery of Majere" said a grey robed man who was
walking down from
stairs above the gate "And I know your name Rodin, because you
have been looking
for us".

"But no I haven't," Rodin resisted "I haven't been searching for
you"

"Haven't you?" The man smiled "Haven't you been looking for a
place to call
home, for a place to hone your combat skills within, for a place
where you can
meditate and work for greater good of Majere".

"Yes but..," Rodin answered, then he looked all around him seeing
monks in their
doing their daily jobs or practicing marial skills. And he saw
the beautiful
garden and the simple plain buildings, and as he looked around he
realized that
if he would have a place called home this would be ideal. The
feeling of peace
and harmony surrounded the monastery.

"I am Grendich, abbot of this monastery and a priest of Majere
our god, Wellcome
home Rodin"

And from that moment Rodin knew he had found a home and there he
started his new
life as an Acolyte of Majere

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Wed Jun 13 13:20:28 2007
Subject     Dreams and Decissions

Beautiful forest where magnificent trees arise to the heavens,
and where
birds sing and animals roam free.  A beautiful city which mighty
white
marble towers rise beyond eyesight.  Clean streets and temples
dedicated to
gods of good.  

That was the vision Rodin had seen many times in his mind when
meditating,
and he knew what place it was, even he had never been there.  It
was
Qualinost, the ancient city of the elves.  

And as always the vision changed, legions of evil intruded the
forest,
burning and destroying.  It seemed that no one stood in their
way.  But
then, as always, the evil creatures began to fall to ground,
impaled by
arrows.  And like out from the thin air and green grass appeared
the army of
the elves, once again driving back the intruders.  A great desire
to fight
besides those elven warriors almost overtook Rodin and once again
the vision
was gone.  

Slowly waking from the meditation trance Rodin thought of what he
had seen
again.  He had desired to visit Qualinost for a long time, but
his duties
had kept him elsewhere.  But now he was full member of the Order.
 And he
was a wanderer like he had always been.  He thought it for a long
time,
hours passed and then he was ready with his decision.  Rodin
would travel to
Qualinost.  

He began to plan his trip.  What he would take with him, which
road would he
use and that sort of basic things.  But then he smiled, he had
been to long
off from the road, Rodin had never planned any trips he had made,
so why
should he do it now.  Only things he took with him were his bow,
quiver of
arrows and a simple backpack.  Money he took none.  And the road
he would
use, he would choose when he had to.  

Whistling he left the temple of Majere and began his trip, at
first towards
to High Clerist tower to south.  

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Sat Jun 16 20:25:26 2007
Subject     Qualinost - Finally

"At last" Rodin thought "I am in Qualinost."  He looked around
him in
awe, the city, in reality, was even more beautiful than he had
ever
imagined.  And in the middle of the city rose the mighty Tower of
Sun.  The
streets were clean and high elves roamed around the city, doing
their daily
chores.  Sometimes a noble elves in white silk clothing inside a
carriage
made their way through the street and commoners cheered.  Rodin
had thought
that when he would arrive in Qualinest everything would come
clear.  He had
thought that he would quickly find out someone to train him and
probably
quickly figure how his parents were doing at the moment.  Rodin
had always
thought that here more than anywhere he would feel home, but
still now that
he was here Rodin just felt like he wouldn't belong here among
all these
fine qualinesti elves.  

Some days later Rodin had yet figured out nothing.  When he tried
to talk to
the Qualinesti they usually looked at Rodin like a pile of - well
you know
what and turned away from him.  One elder Qualinesti even angrily
told him
to keep out of the city and go to forest where "Rodin's kind"
lived.  At
last, frustrated, he decided to take up the elder qualinesti's
words and
headed to forest.  

Rodin was really suprised how quickly things began to happen
after he had
entered the forest again.  In matter of hours he was approached
by a silent
Kagonesti patrol who only said one word "Follow" And Rodin
followed, because
he had a feeling he had no other choice.  He felt that he was
being watched
even the ones that followed him were unseen and unheard.  He was
lead a long
way until the patrol stopped in a small clearing "Wait here" the
patrol said
and disappeared to the forest.  

Rodin had to wait for some time until an elderly kagonesti
entered the
clearing.  He opened his mouth to ask some questions but the
elder raised
his hand to shut him up.  "Your Questions shall be answered Rodin
Greenleaf,
but not now " "We have seen you mean no harm to this forest or
the living
beings within it, And we know why you are here."  The elf
continues "Now you
must wait here until your trainer arrives and he will start to
teach you
what being a kagonesti soldier is all about" 

The elder kagonesti turns to leave and Rodin opens his mouth to
ask how did
the kagonesti know him.  "Say nothing" The elder whispers, then
he turns and
shows Rodin the amulet he wears on his neck, same kind of amulet
than Rodin
on his own.  "I am a priest too" the kagonesti whispers and after
that he is
gone.  

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Sun Jul  1 11:02:43 2007
Subject     To Home

It was a beautiful morning.  It was also the day Rodin had
finished his
training among his brethren, the Kagonesti.  It was also time for
goodbyes,
time for Rodin to leave his newfound home.  The second place he
now knew he
could call home.  Robisart the eld It was a beautiful morning. 
It was also
the day Rodin had finished his training among his brethren, the
Kagonesti. 
It was also time for goodbyes, time for Rodin to leave his
newfound home. 
The second place he now knew he could call home.  Robisart the
eld It was a
beautiful morning.  It was also the day Rodin had finished his
training
among his brethren, the Kagonesti.  It was also time for
goodbyes, time for
Rodin to leave his newfound home.  The second place he now knew
he could
call home.  Robisart the elder cleric of Majere who had welcomed
him among
the Kagonesti with few other wild elves had accompanied him to
borders of
the Qualinost forest.  Not many words were transferred between
Rodin and his
accompaniers.  Both knew that it was time for Rodin to go home. 
When the
goodbyes were transferred Rodin turned and left the forest
without turning
to look back.  He thought of all he had learned.  Rodin had
learned what had
happened to his parents.  They were both dead.  Killed in goblin
raid, that
was what Rodin had been told.  And he had changed too in time he
had spent
among other elves.  He had only thought that he knew how to
fight, but the
elves had thought him so much more.  His was now even more agile
cunning and
stronger than he had been when he had left the temple of Majere. 
Rodin had
left the simple hunting bow he had used behind.  The elves had
taught him to
use a real weapon.  Rodins hands slowly fondled the hornbow he
had been
given by Robisart.  It had Majeres blessing on it, Rodin could
feel it. 
Sighing Rodin returns the bow to its place on his back.  It was
not the time
to think the past.  The future was all that mattered.  Changing
from the
slow walk to run Rodin began his trip back to Home.  

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Mon Jul 30 09:19:39 2007
Subject     My task

OK This is story of my task that i received like more than a
month ago. 
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It was a dull morning when Rodin set off to complete his task. 
He knew not
much of what he was supposed to do.  His task was to find
something
called...  Funguses?...  From dwarven warrens, but he had no idea
where the
Warrens were.  At first Rodin decided to travel to Palanthas, as
he thought
that in that big city there had to be someone who knew where the
warrens
were.  But in Palanthas it seemed that no one knew of the dwarven
warrens,
though A hylar mapmaker did give him a very strange look before,
probably
lying, told him that he had no idea of such place, when Rodin
asked about
the warrens whereabouts.  But then one night, when he had almost
given up
hope he heard some drunken theiwar talking in the table next to
him.  They
were talking about something called eastern warrens!  After
questioning the
theiwar a bit it became obvious to Rodin that his task would not
be one of
the easisest ones.  "Hic!  Yeah In Thorba..  Hic!...  Din In
Daeforge. 
Hic!..  But you Don't want to go there..  "At this point the
theiwar had
gone a bit more serious "The Valley Of Thanes...  "He had
murmured.  

Still Rodin had gone, His trip had been hard ever before he
reached Tarsis,
but he was a Kagonesti and an experienced traveller and Majere
was with him.
But in Tarsis he got in to a fight with an Aurak, having no other
choice
Rodin had killed the Aurak, which in it's death had destroyed
some buildings
and killed two Dark Knights.  A warrant was given and a bounty
given for
Rodin's head.  So he had to make a quick escape from Tarsis to
Plains Of
Dust from where he would continue to Southgate.  

The Plains of Dust had been a very hard place to get through and
only power
of will kept Rodin alive untill he reached Southgate.  When he
reached
Southgate he noticed that he wasn't the most welcome visitor in
there.  Most
Dwarves do not like elves and these were not different.  An
Innkeeper
refused to give him a room and he had to sleep outside in
thunderstorm.  The
following day he travelled through southgate and in to Thorbadin.
 But in
Thorbadin he faced a problem, he had just thought how to get
there, but he
had no idea where, inside that mighty mountain did the warrens
and daeforge
lay.  

After few days of desperate searching he was led to entrance to
place called
Valley of Thanes by a friendly hylar, who kept warning him not to
go there. 
Rodin didn't listen the Hylar's warnings but at the moment he set
his foot
in the Valley of Thanes he hoped he would have.  In there he
fought the
undead bravely, but couldn't hold his own for long, as a last
desperate
action he called Majere.  Before passing out Rodin could feel a
warmth of
his own blood bleeding from his wounds, but also warmth of
Greater Good
protecting him.  

When Rodin woke up he was somewhere else.  Once again Majere had
reached to
the world and helped his loyal follower.  After some searching
and questions
Rodin found that he was indeed in Daeforge, not far away from
Eastern
Warrens.  

When the Kagonesti reached the Warrens and began searching for
fungus.  He
found a lot of the plant called fungus and got a mage to identify
those for
him.  Sending a quick letter back to Holy Order he began
wondering how would
he get back home.  Rodin knew that he could not go through Valley
Of Thanes
anymore.  So he prayed for Majere to transport him home.  "My
Son.  "soft
voice said in his mind"You are not a cleric of mine and cannot
call for me
to aid with a transportation spell, but you have always been a
loyal
follower of mine and I can send you back home.  But it has
Price" Rodin
listened as his lord told him what it would cost for him.  It was
high
price, but Rodin accepted.  

Rodin was sent home, back to the Temple of Majere and in there
Rodin began
to look at his new form.  To give up His youth.  It was the price
Rodin had
accepted.  He knew it as a price of Cowardy.  Cowardy of that he
could not
force himself to go through the horrid Valley once again.  But
Majere was
mercifull.  One day when Rodin would be ready he could return to
Valley of
Thanes and no being there could stand against him.  Then could he
regain
some of the youth he had lost.  That was what Majere had told
him.  The he
could prove that he was Loyal.  That he was worthy to serve
Majere.  That he
was not a coward.  And then Rodin took the Oath, that one day he
would be so
good and so strong in in faith that no dark being could stand
against him. 
He would be the Best!  

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Wed Nov 19 12:12:49 2008
Subject     Memories

It had been a long time, Rodin remembered, long time since he
had...Yes a
long time since he had done what? Rodin looked around him, he
could
recognize the place, though he did not know why. He knew he was
in a forest
near the City of Solace. The elf looked at himself and gasped. He
was old,
but he did not remember aging. Only thing Rodin remembered was
Majere, and
his teachings. And as he tried to remember more, everything he
could
remember was horror. Somehow he knew he had been young elf, not
too long
ago. But that young elf was dead, in body and in spirit as well.
But still
he was the same elf, hundreds of years older though. He did not
know what
had happened, but he was sure that Majere had saved him from
certain death
and most likely the price of that had been his youth. Rodin did
not know the
details, actually he did not remember almost anything from his
past, but he
didn't mind. He knew that one day Majere might let him know what
had
happened to him, when the god decided he was ready, but that was
not certain
either. Rodin took few staggering steps towards Solace-the first
steps he
had taken on plane of Krynn in ten years. 

(OOC: For those of you that might remember me, or had some
activity with
before I disappeared, I just wanted to say: hi! and I am back
again. 

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Fri Dec 12 21:58:51 2008
Subject     Knife of Dracart: A Vision

From the journal of Rodin Greenleaf, A Kagonesti monk of
Majere:

I sit here in my room of the Smiling Mug, researching a tool of
evil. It's
been given a form of dagger, but inside it everything I can feel
is pure
evil. All the time it tries to seize control of my mind. I feel
it urging me
to violence. Even I, a monk with years of mental and physical
training, find
it hard restrain myself. Without my faith in Majere I would most
likely go
mad, but my lord, although humble, is great and he protects me 

I will now write how this item of pure evil found it's way into
my
possession, to store it for generations yet to come, or if what I
am going
to attempt will fail. To anyone who might find this journal.

It was two days ago, while I was meditating in the monastery,
that I
received a vision from Majere. In my vision was only this knife.
And even in
the vision I could feel the unholy power radiating from the item.
I believe
this was sign for me to find this evil item and bring it back to
monastery
for safekeeping. Though, I must admit, I can not be sure if this
was the
meaning of the vision. Majere is a quiet god and speaks to his
followers
through visions, not words. story edit And behold, as I woke up
from my
meditating trance, I found a single praying mantis buzzing close
to me. This
was not an ordinary mantis though, for it was three times the
size of a
normal, and color of purest silver. It also moved very swiftly.
Without a
second thought I began to follow the mantis. And with great haste
it led me
to great city of Palanthas. When we were closing in towards the
gates at the
time of noon the mantis disappeared in puff of silver smoke. And
from this
sign I believe that I understood the meaning of my vision the way
I was
supposed to. 

For hours I searched, and just an hour ago, though it feels like
days. I
almost gave up. In my desperation I looked up in to sky and fell
to my knees
praying my gaze focused on the constellation of Majere. For the
night had
come as I searched and I had not even noticed. But today it
seemed that
Majere himself reached his hand to help his servant and I once
again heard
the familiar buzz of praying mantis. I followed the sound into a
dark alley
near the harbor. As soon as I entered the alley, I could feel the
evil. It
was not hard to find the dagger, but making myself grasp it was.
Praying for
protection I finally grasped the dagger. It burned my hands, but
I have been
trained to deal with pain. I quickly placed it inside a backpack.
Then I
quickly made haste to the Smiling mug Tavern and rented a room.
The battle
in my mind against the dagger was so hard, that when renting a
room, I think
I gave quite a shock to the barkeep. Yelling at him from the
bottom of my
lungs in all my tension. Luckily he still gave me a room after my
apologies.

; Now as I already wrote, I sit here, researching the dagger. The
evil of it
much greater than I could ever guess. So there has been a change
in my
plans. I will not take this item back to monastery for
safekeeping. It is
too dangerous. Now it is my plan to get rid of this tool of evil.
Place it
somewhere, where none will ever find and use it. Tomorrow I will
board a
ship towards the blood sea of Istar. I will try to make my way to
the middle
of it and cast this knife in to the Vortex. I will set traps
into doors and
windows, just in case that the evil of this item will try to lure
someone to
steal it from me. I believe it has mind of it's own and it knows
that I am
going to displace it for ever. 

(OOC ok as the knife is now in my posession, feel free to rob
it from me in
stories if you want, but If I am on, you can freely challenge me
to RP or
Dice fight for it)  

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Sun Dec 14 09:07:05 2008
Subject     Knife of Dracart

From the journal of Rodin Greenleaf, Kagonest monk of Majere:

I sit here, In the same room from where I wrote my last entry. A
day or a
bit more has passed in between these entries and much has
happened during
that time. Terrifying things have happened during that time.
Terrifying
things that I fear can down the world into eternal darkness.

The last night, for me, was a night of horrors. I did not sleep a
minute,
for all my strength and concentration was focused on grasping
control of
myself. The dagger did all it could in order to lure me into
using it. It
offered power, chances of being the greatest fighter in the
world, one of my
life long dreams. And when it noticed that offers of power did
not have the
desired effect, it tortured me with the most dreadful memories of
my past.
As the morning sun rose, the room felt like it would be too small
for me and
the dagger. It seemed to me that the whole Krynn was too small
for both me
and the dagger. Still hardly controlling myself I left for the
docks, where
I would board a ship to get rid of this tool of Evil for good.
This is where
the darkest thing of this entry happens. I was betrayed by one of
my own. By
one I could call brother. The evil knife possessed Derkylos, a
fellow monk
of the Holy Order and in the shadows of the Great Arena of
Palanthas, he
assaulted me. We traded blows, but In the end I fell from his
blow and
drifted in to darkness.

As I woke up in the shadows of the arena I found, just as I
suspected, the
knife gone. Instead of anger, I felt sorrow. Sorrow that poor
Derkylos had
been possessed by the knife. Of course I also felt relief that he
had not
killed me, for that indicates that in some part of his mind he
still is my
old friend. And of course I am not that eager to leave Krynn
again. I must
also deem that I was lucky, for my small amount of golden coins
had not been
stolen.

Now I have returned to the Smiling Mug Tavern, where I used my
last few
coins to rent this room. It is time to make decisions. In my mind
I am going
through all those things Derkylos has ever said, and from there I
am trying
to find a hint where he could go with the dagger. 

(A bit later entry)

I am disappointed, I have not been able to figure any place where
Derkylos
might go with the dagger. As I remember he has not talked a lot
about his
past, or places important to him. If I am going to try and find
him, it will
be a desperate search. So my decision is this, I will travel
around
Solamnia, trying to figure where he might be headed. If I will
catch him,
maybe I can save both the dagger and the man himself.

(Yet a later entry)

Thank you Lord. Wandering in Palanthas surrounds, I found two
farmers who
had witnessed a man fitting to description of Derkylos leaving
south towards
Solamnic Plains along the Knight's High Road. As I have travelled
south I
have found more witnesses that have seen someone looking like
Derkylos. I
have also witnessed the horrors of this dagger. Today as I
entered a
village, I found out that at about same time that Derkylos had
passed, two
men, before best friends, had killed each other. Also from a
merchant
travelling towards Palanthas I heard an alarming rumor. According
to this
merchant, somewhere south in the Solamnic plains a mob led by a
wizard had
attacked a lonely monk. Now I must make haste. I will pray the
Derkylos is
still alive, but for now this is not my main concern. The dagger
is more
important. 

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Tue Dec 23 20:46:01 2008
Subject     Knife of Dracart: The hunt continues

From the journal of Rodin Greenleaf, Kagonesti monk of Majere

It has been some days since my last entry. I haven't had time to
write,
actually I would not have time to write now either, but a lot has
happened
today and I need to dissolve this tangle of problems in my mind.
And the
easiest way to do this for me is writing. At first I must quickly
sum up
what I have done in past few days so the events of this day would
make sense
to anyone who might ever read this. 

Since the last entry I wrote I have been desperately hunting down
Derkylos,
but he seemed to always be a step ahead of me. The further south
I
travelled, more rumors about mob attacking lonely monk came to my
consciousness. I also heard rumors of mage with a dagger. Even
then I had to
make a hard decision if I should track down this mage or
Derkylos. I chose
to track down Derkylos. Now It seems that I was wrong, maybe I
would have
been able to find mage before he disappeared, maybe not. But that
brings me
to what happened today.

It was this morning just a hour after dawn that I finally found
Derkylos. He
lay on the Solamnic Plains covered in his own blood, unconscious.
It took
all my skill with herbs and little help from Majere to bring him
back to
state of consciousness. Of course I first searched his body and
surroundings
to see if he still had the dagger. But as I assumed the dagger
was long
gone. As the Half-Elven monk came back around he first had no
Idea where he
was. I feared he might have lost his memory for good and could
not tell me
anything about the dagger. Luckily the events quickly became back
to his
head. He told to me how he had lost the dagger to a mage and how
he later
had been knocked out. Actually he told me everything that had
happened after
he had got the dagger into his possession. Having heard what I
wanted I left
Derkylos, I know it was not a right thing to do, but I do want to
take the
risk that he would betray me again. 

This writing has cleared my thoughts a bit, and I have decided
what will be
my next destination. I assume that the mage has left for Tower of
High
Sorcery in Wayreth and this is where I will be headed too. I know
that it
may be impossible for me to get in, but I will try. I can not
risk that the
dagger would be used by a mage. Their training might keep them
away from the
temptations of the dagger, but if it would notI can not imagine
what the
dagger could be used for in the hands of a powerful mage. 

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Fri Jan  2 16:36:52 2009
Subject     Knife of Dracart

"Just a glass of water please" Rodin said to the waitress as
he took a
glance around the common room of the Cracked Mug Inn near the
outskirts of
Wayreth Forest. Or rather near what would be outskirts of the
Forest,
because the Forest was nowhere to be seen. The off tune singing
of the bard
kept annoying Rodin, but it seemed that the few other people in
the inn were
enjoying it. Nodding to the waitress Rodin threw few of his last
coppers on
to the table as she brought him the water he had ordered. In
reality the old
elf hardly noticed the waitress, he was here on a mission. Rodin
let his
gaze wander around the inn looking for a suitable person. The inn
was so
close to Wayreth that some day a mage or an apprentice would pass
through
it. It was critical that he could deliver this message to the
Tower. Once
again he opened the small letter and read it to himself: 

To wizards and mages of High Sorcery. It has come to our
attention that one
of your mages has stolen a very powerful evil artifact from one
of the monks
of the Holy Order of Stars. If you know what artifact I am
talking about, I
request that we will meet or that at least a spokesman of the
Conclave will
be sent to hear what I have to say about this artifact. Fear not,
for I am
not going to demand you to return the artifact, but I have
information about
this artifact that you might not have and it is crucial that you
hear what I
have to say. I wish that meeting could be arranged as soon as
possible,
because I believe that you have no idea of how dangerous this
artifact is. I
am currently staying at Cracked Mug Inn. 

Rodin Greenleaf, Holy Order Light, Order of Majere, The protector
of
Majere's monastery. 

As he slipped the letter back to his pocket Rodin noticed a
person that
might fit his plans entering the common room. A man clad in red
robes walked
towards the table next to the fireplace and took a seat. As soon
as the man
took a seat Rodin arose and walked to his table. Without asking
permission
he took a seat for himself. "Who the hell?" the mages voice
faltered as he
felt knife pressed against his stomach under the table. "Now
listen" Rodin
hissed "I don't like doing this, but I must make sure that
there are no
misunderstanding between us. I will give you a letter to deliver
to whoever
leads the conclave, It can only be opened with mages from all
three orders.
Don't even bother trying to open this, because the sign has been
blessed by
a god. Deliver this or you will risk the wrath of all clerical
orders of
Ansalon. Do you understand!" he spoke quickly and as he heard
the faltering
"Yes" from the mage he was already leaving. Now everything he
could hope for
that the scared the mage enough to deliver the letter. 

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Tue Jan 20 11:17:57 2009
Subject     Time to go

Rodin Greenleaf strolled slowly under the branches near
Qualinesti. It
had been long time since he had last been here, many many years.
But still
this was home. The home he had never had. The decision to come
back had not
been a difficult one in the end. Clouds of war were gathering in
the skies
of Ansalon, he could feel it. And in the end, his place was here
among his
own kin. Not among humans. The old elf sighed. Maybe his decision
had
something to do with his failure with retrieving the knife. Then
he shook
his head, no it was not that. War was coming and he was needed to
defend the
ancient land of his people. He glanced at the Tower of Sun
towering in the
distance and shrugged. It was now or never. With a determined
stepping the
old monk headed towards the city. 

-----------------------

Rodin glanced at the elf in leather armor, sitting behind the
table reading
reports. His name was still remembered and it had not been hard
to figure
out who he should speak with about joining the Wildrunners.
"Excuse me, Is
this where I can sign up for Wildrunners" he asked. The elf in
leather armor
glanced up and looked around, before finally spotting Rodin.
"Well yes,
Elder, If you want. Are you a mage or a cleric?" Rodin smiled
and shook his
head "I am neither, Rodin Greenleaf, monk of Majere is who I
am" Glancing
long and thoughtfully at Rodin the elf behind the table finally
nodded "Very
well then, I must consult my superiors about you, but if you will
wait here
in the barracks" The armored elf lifted an eyebrow as Rodin
shook his head
"No. Tell your superiors that I can be found in temple of
Majere. When they
have decided what they will do with me they can send me a message
or come to
look me from there" Leaving the armored elf scratching his head
in
disbelief, Rodin headed towards the temple. He also was in
disbelief, the
youngling had thought him too old to fight. Well he would show
that upstart
what elven warriors were made of. 

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