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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Adon.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Adon' scribed in unearthly blue ink.

Author:  Adon
Date    Sat Jun  1 15:40:58 2002


SubjectA Weekend Excursion




They were still following him after a day of solid travel.  Adon
smiled to
himself as he trudged on, feeling the group of thugs slowly
closing in on him
every hour.

This was the second day of Adon's trip along the Knight's High
Road.  He felt
cramped by months indoors and instead of magicking his way
through Solamnia,
he decided to walk.

Thinking back, he did not notice the small group of humanoids
following him
until he began to look around for a spot to rest the night
before.  He had
played the fool for a day, and now it was his turn.

Walking for a whole day, even magically enhanced, was tiring
business, but the
scenery and the colorful people travelling along staved off
boredom.  He
breathed deeply, feeling free under the sky.

Sneaking another glance back at his pursuers, he counted four
dark, wrapped
humanoids of indiscernable race.  He smirked, deciding on a place
to set up
camp this night.

Just then, a slow drizzle began, putting the horizon in a blur. 
Wrapping
himself up, his robed protected him from such minor
inconveniences.

For another hour he continued, looking for a suitable stop. 
Spotting a cave
to the east, he walked in cautiously, checking for life.  The
cave was cold
and damp with the rain, but not wet.  He could see to the end
with his
infravision.

Setting a small fire, he cooked some rations, preferring to not
show his
pursuers the breadth of his magical aptitude.  He settled down
with his eyes
open and waited.

About three hours after sunset, he saw his followers approach the
mouth of the
cave.  He laid motionless, waiting for all four to enter the
mouth of the
cave.

They looked lighter than when travelling, and he perceived two to
be human
males and the other two to be slighter, perhaps halfelven.  The
two men took
out potions and drank them.

Adon guessed that since they could not see, the potions must have
been of
infravision, and the other two were halfelves, so they could pick
up the heat
from his body.

The two in front silently unsheathed their swords as the two in
back stepped
back and spread out.  Tensing his muscles, Adon prepared for
action.



Author:  Adon
Date    Sat Jun  1 15:59:30 2002


SubjectA Weekend Excursion (part II)




As the two men creeped up, one in back began chanting in a low
voice.  Adon
leaped to his feet, suprising both in front.  They stood there,
gawking.

Reaching down for a pile he prepared, Adon lobbed a smooth stone
at the
chanting figure.  As it hit, she screamed in frustration.  Adon
smiled and
grabbed his mace.

Leaping forward with speed enhanced by magic, Adon swung his mace
and
connected with the nose of the forward man.  Led by the magical
strength of a
storm giant, the mace slid through his face easily.

Feeling the warm blood splattering across his face, Adon laughed
out loud. 
The second man, coming out of his stupor, lunged with his sword. 
Turning to
his side with reflexes born from experience, Adon caught the
blade in his
robes and twisted, Disarming the man.  Kicking savagely, Adon
sent the man
into the side of the wall, where he slumped over, motionless. 
Turning to the
spellcaster, he pointed his empty finger at her, grabbing his
medallion with
his mace hand.

He whispered, "Die."  He fancied seeing her soul screaming as
it dislodged
from her body, which fell onto its face.  He scanned the cave,
looking for his
fourth assailant.

About fifteen feet ahead, he saw the last person sprinting. 
Preparing for an
assault, Adon was not prepared for his next action.

The man took out a torch, which seemingly burst into light.  Adon
staggered,
dazzled by the sudden light and the spoiling of his infravision.

The next thing Adon felt was the pommel of the man's dagger
slamming into his
nose and his mouth filling with the taste of blood.  Adon
staggered back to
the wall, blinking to regain his vision.

Dodging to the side just in time, Adon missed the dagger thrust
that would
have pinned his throat to the wall.  Jumping to the side, he
scrambled for his
mace that he dropped to the floor.

Wiping the blood off his face, Adon looked at his assailant.  The
thief again
jumped forward, but Adon expected it.

Chanting as the man drew closer, Adon reached forward, touching
the thief in
the chest.  With the last syllable, heat spread from his fingers,
setting his
clothes on fire.  The man screamed in agony and staggered toward
the cave
mouth.

Collapsing near the fallen mage, he slowly smouldered to ashes. 
Adon held his
pendant and touched his face, cleaning the wounds with the power
of magic.

With the adrenaline rush subsiding with the battle, Adon's legs
quivered as he
slumped down in exhaustion.  He slept until late in the morning.



Author:  Adon
Date    Sun Nov 10 19:41:12 2002



Subject Gem RP Part I



Larukon rolled in his bed.  The beautiful woman wearing scales
handed him a
powerful sceptre, able to locate the gem causing the recent
drought.  He
walked toward Adon's office prepared to begin.

Adon finished his prayers and began gathering his belongings,
ready to find
the location of the gem and disable it.  Larukon entered and took
a seat. 
"Are you ready?" they both asked.

Larukon demanded, "Tell me everything Elms said," referring
to the man who
attacked Palanthas several days ago.  Adon responded, "He came
into the
city, claiming to be able to stop the drought."

"Instead, he began to destroy the area with powerful winds and
thunderstorms.  I was forced to end his life, but he spoke to me
before he
died.  He said that the cause of the drought was a gem, and it
was held under
a mountain."

Larukon growled, "Did he say the name of the mountain?"  Adon
shook his
head.  "Well?  What do you think we should do then!?" Adon
smirked, "We
should go out to the town square, hold that sceptre at arm's
length and spin
around."

Larukon fumed, his eyes glowing a fiery red.  "We will make
portals to the
mountain ranges around the area and walk into them, seeing if the
sceptre
responds and says they're nearby."  Adon nods, agreeing with
the plan.

Adon asked, "When will we begin?" Larukon replied, "As soon
as you
gather your order and the Lights show up we can begin
constructing the
portals.  The faster the better."  They set off to begin to end
the drought

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