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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tellumaelnor.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Tellumaelnor' scribed in vibrant yellow ink.

Author:    Tellumaelnor   
Date:      Tue Sep  4 04:19:48 2007
Subject     ...

In a galaxy not so far away, and not to long ago a mighty warrior
was
plopped into this world.  One day he was not walking the world,
and then the
next the world knew the wrath of his axe.  Travelling the world
near and far
rogues and bandits learned to cower with fear when he walked near
them. 
Goblins and orcs fell by the score, many people feared him,
though they
loved what he did.  They all thought he had an odd air about him,
one that
they thought might cause him to destroy them and not the evil
doers.  Many
times he was approched by townships to stay and protect them from
raiders,
but always he would turn them !  Down.  The road is his home, so
he
continued to walk it, never wanting to limit himself, he wished
to aid as
many as he could.  His travels took him to many places, some not
upon any
maps.  Some how he always came back.  

Author:    Tellumaelnor   
Date:      Sun Nov 11 19:38:10 2007
Subject     [FWD] Solamnic in Estwilde

[FWD Note] - [ 97] Tellumaelnor: Solamnic in Estwilde
[FWD Date] - Sun Nov 11 19:31:56 2007
[FWD To  ] - all [Original to:] immortal
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Twas early in the month Fierswelt, myself and my small band of
men at
arms numbering only 14.  Though our training was beyond reporch,
we had lost
3 of our members recently due to the silent death that floats
upon the night
air.  Our moral was dropping as we scouted through the mountains
of
Estwilde.  The enemy knew that we were about as we had laid waste
to several
military transports.  The armour and weapons would aid ourselves
as we waged
our small war.  Hidden high up in the mountains where the snow
never melts
was where we based ourselves.  It had taken a small group many
months to
find this hideen and easily defended place.  It was doubted that
even the
locals of the region knew that this cave exsisted, but it suited
us
perfectly for what we needed to do, and for when our might was to
be truly
felt would give us a defensivable position from which to rain
down our fury.
On our raids of the military transports and caravans we would
leave none
behind to tell of what was out in the woods.  The corpses were
taken into
the woods and buried in the ground, for we wanted them to think
that there
was a large force in the mountains, for us this was as much about
the
physcological aspect as it was the physical.  The armies of
darkness began
to send their caravans out more and more heavily armed, which was
cause of
some concern for us, but from one of the caravans we had
capatured it carred
many crossbows and barrels of bolts.  We had had the time to
fully set up a
proper ambush site where the entrance into a small valley was
bottlenecked
and we were able to block both ends of the valley.  From high
above hidden
behind bolders we were able to fire down unhindered with the
captured
crossbows, very quickly they began to throw down their weapons to
surrender.
Walking down alone to speak to their leader one of them pulled a
dagger from
his belt and tried to slash at me, he died with 10 bolts stuck in
his chest,
and for his action all the remaining soldiers were put to death. 
As my men
searched the wagons to see what we had captured this time, I
decided it was
time for us to step up our actions and the fear that we tried to
instill in
the populus around us.  Burying most of the bodies as always in
the woods,
we had put 5 of them in one of the wagons, and with my men taking
the
captured wagaons back to our encampment I took 3 other men and
made my way
towards Kalaman.  Waiting until nightfall we had fashinoned large
stakes
from chopped down trees, and in the dead of the night in front of
each of
the gates to the city of Kalaman we impaled the corpses on the
stakes and
plated them in the ground upside down.  Leaving the wagon in a
field we took
the horses and rode back to our encampment knowing that early in
the morning
there would be a large search for those that did this.  For a
week or two we
stayed in the encampment sending out only scouts to observe the
motions and
actions of the enemy.  They tore appart everything, destroying
the farms of
their own citizens.  It would appear that my gamble had paid off
and that
their actions here would aid us in our bid to gain a strong
foothold in this
important region.  Though my scouts also came back and reported
that many
villagers and farmers were fleeing their homes and taking their
livestock
into the walled city of Kalaman.  Once the enemy patrols slowed
down and
became more lax we went out in force again, and we began looking
at the
villages.  We came to this one very secluded township, we watched
it for
several days and we saw no activity.  Though the only reason we
watched and
waited at this village for though it was small its location was
one of the
most defensible positons I had seen in a village near here.  And
though it
had not man-made fortifications they would not be hard to make. 
So late one
night, one where the moons themselves stayed hidden.  We crept
silently
through the streets and into the buildings.  The only signs of
life we found
were rats and birds, all the villigers having left carrying with
them
whatever they could.  That next morning sending two of my best
riders I sent
them back to our main garrison in Palanthas to speak with the
Grand Master
Maraxus.  With them I sent a message stating my intentions of
fortifying
this village and requesting a large contingent of soldiers so
that when the
time was right we would be prepared to sweep into Kalaman and
bring her to
the light.  

Author:    Tellumaelnor   
Date:      Sat Jan 30 22:57:57 2010
Subject     on the plains

Bodies lay strewn across the plains of Solamnia. The grim
reminder of the
battle fought between the forces of good and evil. It was a large
battle
where many men gave their lives, unfortunatly for the side of
good the
dragon armies had come out the victors. With the battle only
recently over
the screams of the wounded pierce the air. As the air cools and
darkness
approches the scavengers begin to appear. Howling coyotes and
wolves can be
heard circling the battlefield, looking for an easy meal. The
wounded men
throw aside old hatreds and huddle together in the darkness for
protection
and warmth. Few dare to be caught alone against the wolves as
they lay
wounded.

In the centre of battlefield loud cursing can be heard as the
body of a
massive smelly ogre shakes and moves. Struggling from beneath the
massive
beast Tellumaelnor emerges from beneath its corpse. His body
covered in
blood and guts. As he stands he collapses from exhaustion and
loss of blood
from his wounds. He lays there in the bloody and mud through out
the night,
his breathing shallow and slow. Groggily he awakes in the mid day
sun the
following afternoon. Blood and mud cacked to his armour and face.
His body
stiff and sore.

As he begins to regain movement he calls upon the healing powers
granted
upon him to heal himself. This little bit of healing power leaves
him
feeling drained, but he knows that others are still alive on the
battlefield
as he can hear their crie cries and wimpers. As the afternoon
goes on his
strength returns to him and he begins to move through out the
battlefield,
stopping to aid his fallen comrades and those of the enemy who
ask for his
mercy and assistance. Some of the wounded dragon army soldiers
spit upon him
as he heals those near by, and sighing to himself he ends thier
life leaving
them for the wolves to devour.

As the 3rd night begins to approch Tellumaelnor has worked his
way towards
the back of the battlefield and near the High Cleriest Tower.
Watching the
ramparts he sees the flag of the dragon armies flying high above
the towers,
and his heart sinks into the pit of his stomach. He gathers as
many of the
Solamnics alive on the plains as he can and tells them of the
situation. And
what must be done. Many of them are too wounded and ill to travel
far and
those opt to stay behind and make their way into the woods to
regain their
strength.

There are about 30 men who go with Tellumaelnor to rejoin the
other knights
at their rally point. Traveling through the nights and sleeping
durring the
day they make thier way to Caergoth. Reaching the port after
several nights
of travel, they remain hidden in the woods uncertain to if the
dragon armies
have gained control of the port or not. Several of the men
venture into the
city to see what can been seen. Oddly they find the populas
untouched but no
guards around at all. No Solamnics can be seen in the streets nor
can any
from the dragon armiesl The men return along with Tellumaelnor
bringing with
them food and information. And learn that Tellumaelnor has
arranged for
transport to the isle of Sancrist upon a merchant ship. Meeting
the ship
upon a gravel beach to the west of the city the knights wait into
the wee
hours of the morning fearing a trap. They wait in the woods. As
the hours
drag by and the darkness deepends they begin to fall asleep. When
all of a
sudden the sounds of wood scrapping along the gravel cuts through
the air. A
large row boat is driven up on shore and several sailors jump out
to hold it
in place. They call out to the knights to hurry up as they need
to make the
tide. Wary of a trap the knights emerge from the trees and board
the row
boat. their hands gripped tightly around the hilts of their
weapons. And
their cloaks pulling them tight against the cold night air. As
they near the
merchant ship they can hear the captain bellowing orders to pull
up anchor
and get ready to make way. As they climb up the ladder the men
are hurried
into the holds where they are given warm blankets and food. 

Author:    Tellumaelnor   
Date:      Sat Jan 30 23:03:06 2010
Subject     on the plains cont.

After seeing to his men Tellumaelnor heads back up top to talk to
the
captain. As he stands by the captainand the tiller his head dips
to his
chest and he falls fast asleep on the deck. For 2 days he lay
passed out,
his men worried for him wrap him in blankets and pass broth
through his
lips. When he does wake he seems to have forgoten where they are
and he
reaches for his axe. As he reconigizes the faces around him and
where he is
the captain comes in and tells them they are nearing the drop off
point and
to get ready to board the row boat. As the men all board the
boat,
Tellumaelnor pulls the captain aside and thanks him for his help
and passes
him the small bag of gold that he has. As they near the shore
they can see
the smoke from fires of a large camp. The men begin to feel
better as they
know they are no longer alone. Thanking the sailors as they leave
the row
boat the men make their way towards the camp and the voices of
their
commrades. Forcing all his men to see the healers first,
Tellumaelnor goes
off to report to Master Lanfer and report on what they hav have
learned in
the past few days. 

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