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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Thyrix.

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Astinus gently places a pulp magazine on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Thyrix' scribed in light white ink.

Author:    Thyrix         
Date:      Mon Apr  2 01:19:57 2018
Subject     Perfectly Reasonable

It was too bright out. Thyrix pulled the hood of his travelling cloak
over his head and kept his eyes focused on the ground as he walked. There
was nothing good in the daylight. Nothing good for him anyway. He heard the
laughter of some children near by and grimaced. The daytime brought out all
kinds of "things". Vendors, people rushing to and from the market, parents,
children...families. All of this made him uncomfortable. 

One of the children bumped into him and turned to apologize but stopped once
she saw the glimmer of madness in Thyrix's eyes. She's a dangerous one he
thought. Maybe she had read his mind.

In it she would have found hatred for herself, the townspeople, and Thyrix
himself. Usually he was the object his own loathing. Then again, he was
rarely near anyone else. He continued down the street, head bowed and
covered as he shuffled along. When he reached the great oak he stopped. This
little clearing was perfect. He could see families walking slowly around the
pond, children playing, lone men relaxing and eating lunch. Fortunately, no
one was near the great oak. He was alone.

He rested his hand against the tree. It was old. Old enough that it
pre-dated the Cataclysm. He reached into the right hand pocket of his cloak
and pulled out a piece of flint and steel.

He wound his way back through the crowd. As more and more people moved to
stare at the bonfire the tree had become, Thyrix moved with slow and
deliberate movement away from it. He saw the girl who he had bumped into
earlier, clutching her father's hand. He slipped quietly through the crowd
towards them. He bent down and whispered in the child's ear. "Be careful.
They know." He pressed a piece of candy into her palm and continued on.

Before he reached the edge of the gathering crowd, he heard the girl's
father cry out as she slumped to the ground. She would be dead within
minutes. He saw another child staring at him and Thyrix put his finger to
his lips. The child's eyes went wide with fear and he turned back into his
mother dress. 

Author:    Thyrix         
Date:      Thu Mar  4 15:02:29 2021
Subject     Joining the Armies

Thyrix wandered into the camp late at night. He looked as confused about
his appearance there as the guards did. He coughed heavily as the one guard
was walking forward to question him. The guard flinched and stopped for a
moment and the continued on his course. "Who are you? Why are you here?" the
guard question Thyrix. There was a long pause as Thyrix stared at the
ground. Eventually he answered.

"I hear you're looking for soldiers."

The guard was expecting more but Thyrix was silent. Why say more than was
absolutely necessary? He continued to stare at the ground.

The guard hesitated. This man didn't look like much. Then again, it was hard
to tell much about him as he was covered in such a large cloak. He did see
that the man had a sword on him and despite his reluctance to look up from
the ground, Thyrix did stand have the posture of a man confident in his
abilities.

"We are always looking for soldiers. You don't seem like much of one
though."

Thyrix finally raised his head to meet the man's gaze. There was a flash of
anger mixed with madness in his eyes. The guard flinched again. Maybe he'd
been wrong. "I've been at war in one way or another my entire life. Now is
not any different. Would you turn away a willing recruit?" The guard shook
his head in response.

"My captain is sleeping now, obviously. We can get you sorted out in the
morning. There's food over by that campfire if you're hungry."

Thyrix nodded and then looked back down at the ground. He walked forward
towards the campfire and sat down in the flickering shadow of it. He didn't
need anything to eat. He just needed tomorrow to come and to be accepted.
This would please Him most. After some time he lay down and fell asleep
ignoring the voices in his head. Tonight had gone surpsingly well he thought
as he drifted off. 

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