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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tywin.

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Astinus gently places a tattered paperback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tywin' scribed in unearthly blue ink.

Author:    Tywin          
Date:      Wed Aug 26 18:29:11 2009
Subject     Rats and cheese

 These past few days, it was the rat... i am usually accompanied
by an
animal companion, they help me forge and scout ahead and guard
for me. they
are drawn to my presence, they sense in me the hunger the longing
for the
hunt. lions, snakes wolfs and many different more. though, the
last few days
it was a rat...heaven knows what i did to draw IT. big enough,
with sharp
teeth and a nasty bite no doubt, but still a rat. so u understand
when i
blame cheese as the chief architect in my guards laxness to worn
me of the
incoming attack.

i was relaxing at the pit in P A L A N T H A S. honing my
favorite arrow ( i
have one, i don't shoot it, its a long story) when a foul figure
emerged. it
eyed me closely, and left abruptly. i sensed something amiss,
when my ...rat
failed to notice the figure or to check on its business in the
larger yard
to the north. i looked and to my horror discovered the rat no
where to be
found. quickly i got to my feet, the feeling of incoming danger
growing in
my bowls heavy and rancid. there was battle to be had i
concluded. i must be
ready. in my hurry i forget my curative devices in my backpack
and headed
north. a lingering doubt caused me to look instead of strike,
that cost me
dearly. the figure was in the midst of readying his soul for
combat; deadly
unbalanced combat. we started dancing. it was unarguably decided
that his
physical combat skills were much inferior to mine; i easily
jumped out of
his Pound's, parryed the ones that got throw, for every one he
missed, i
landed 3. with dagger and sword a blaze' with speed and touch of
thunder i
slashed and pierced, i was glorious!! for all but 10 seconds.
when i think
of it now i remember that a man can have more the one weapon ( i
myself
offten use two), and some weapons are harder to see or
comprehend. and i
should have been ready for that... so it was. the man said the
words and as
the dust settled and his mouth rested, i - the hunter, was blind.
quickly i
rose to my sense from the early shock reminding myself that all
those years
and hunts have made me more the simple dagger wilder. i listened
for the
blows, i felt for the air move, making way for the incoming swing
and i
reacted. even with no sight, his skills were not enough and he
fled, and
then came back, i could not see or attack befor attacked myself
so he was
calm he said words and struck again, same result . he tried few
times more,
but seeing i was taxing him more the he was taxing me, his
attacks
dwindled.

as i realized i must change this situation. i started running
seeking refuge
in some dark ally. i believe in my dash i cleared the city
streets all
together, finding refuge in some dank barn, and waited for my
eyes to
clear... and then i remembered...where in Mishakal's name was the
rat?!?!! 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z
Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 890 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'