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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Aliquin.

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Astinus gently places a metal bound tome encrusted with jewels on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Aliquin' scribed in brilliant red ink.

Author:    Aliquin        
Date:      Sun Jan 27
20:06:27 2008
Subject     What happens to HOME if the HEART
breaks?

 Once upon a time there was a lovely elf maiden
named Alwrennisis. She
was born and raised in her native lands
with but a rumors glance at the
outside world. Always did she beg
her father to allow her to leave their
home to see the world but
he always refused, afraid to lose his daughters
innocence and
purity. It would be many years before she would, against
his
wishes, travel into the rest of Anslon. He had been terribly
right in his
assumptions of course. It wasnt long before the girl
had met a young man
named Marrik, a strong but compassionate
rogue who fell in love with her as
quickly as she fell in love
with him. They were able to spend a few years
together before her
family finally caught up with her, rending the lovers
hold upon
each other and stealing her away, back to the safety of
her
fathers home. 

Her father was furious with her but even
moreso when he found that his only
daughter was pregnant; with a
humans child. It wasnt long before little
Aliquin was born unto
the unhappy family and, though her mother loved her
beyond
comparison, her life among the elves was obviously set to be
a
difficult one. It was only three years before her father, still
disgusted by
his half-breed granddaughter, ordered Alwrennisis to
find the girls father
and give the child to him. He reasoned to
his daughter that it would be
better for the child but her heart
was broken and she refused. He wouldnt
take no for an answer,
however, sending his own trusted guard to find the
man and
deposit the little girl.

Two days after the loss of her child,
Alwrennisis, hung herself from the
beam in her fathers
bedroom.

Her father was devastated by the news of his beloveds
death but he took the
child and loved her just as much as
Alwrennisis had. Her life as a
half-breed wouldnt be easy but he
was determined to try and make it as easy
as possible. He, a
roguish sort by trade, took her everywhere he went and
taught her
everything he knew. Their life wasnt luxurious but it was
good
enough for them.


Thirteen years later, poor Aliquin was
forced to cope with her fathers
death. His friends never told her
just exactly what they had been doing but
she didnt push the
issue much. Her heart was too broken to be suspicious.
With
nowhere else to go, she remained with her fathers friends in
Palanthas
for another year at their request. It seemed like she
would never recover
and her new adopted family, fearing for her
soft heart, tried their best to
help her through the difficult
time. Alone, unaccepted, and hurting, she
fell deeper and deeper
into her own self-made pit of despair. 

The sadness in her heart
is only the testament of her love for her family,
this she knows,
but still she cannot quite shake this dark cloud that has
settled
over her life. Her father always told her that loss was a part
of
life just like joy, hope, and love. She just never knew how
much heavier the
pain would be.

It wont be long before shell be
bright and cheery again, back on her feet,
and working to help
out her new family, who she has come to care for in so
many ways.
They hope so...


Author:    Aliquin       

Date:      Sat Feb  2 20:32:45 2008
Subject     When the
heart leaves home...

 Aliquin crept quietly through the
little hideout in Palanthas where she
and those like her found
refuge. She paid their sympathetic looks no mind,
unsure as to
why they thought she was still sad. Sure, she missed her
father
lots...But hed always told her one day she had to be on
her own. The day had
simply come a bit earlier than planned.
Besides, wherever he was, his leg
wasnt crippled anymore and she
was certain he got candied pork every night.
She hadnt let it get
her down but everyone else acted like she was torn
apart behind
her cheerful demeanor. 

They were wrong. Simple as
that.

Tonight, she had finally decided to go back to the old
shack shed shared
with her late father but shed have to be super
sneaky. Everyone had swept in
on it and taken all of their things
away to this place so she wouldnt have
to go back. They didnt
think she should go there at all just yet. She
couldnt begin to
wonder why though.

Several roof hops and shadowy allies later,
shed found herself there. It
hadnt taken too long since the place
was pretty close. It was dark and
abandoned without a trace of
the home it had once been but she wasnt here
for sulking on what
things had been like. Her elvish eyes focused in the
near
non-existent light, resting swiftly upon a specific floorboard
just
under the cot where he had once slept. In mere moments shed
pulled a dagger
and popped it loose to reveal the real treasure
she had sought: His
journals.

Lifting them as if they were a
holy artifact, her eyes widened and glittered
with curiositys
fire. She quickly tucked it away in her cloak and made her
way to
the nearest pub. She was pretty hungry so she figured she could
just
read it there. Of course, she couldnt wait till then so she
read all the way
there. Several near-misses and a few collisions
later, shed found herself by
a fire and waiting on something hot
and tasty as she leafed through the
pages. 

It was strange how
hed spoken of her mother though. Hed never mentioned the
many
things her grandfather had told her about her mother staying with
him
for so many years, or even their love for each other. It was
obvious that he
had cared for her strongly but...And then it came
to the day she had
arrived. The entry was old but she could read
it just fine. Hed never
expected to see his daughter again
because he didnt have one.

With a gasp she dropped the book,
excitement and wonder filling her as she
pulled it back for her
food to take its place. She gobbled down the food as
she
continued to read, not sure what other interesting mysteries she
would
find there. Her real fathers name, it seemed, had been
Thistle Bandsnatch.
Thats odd, she thought, Ive never heard of a
name like that coming
from...A...Human...She took a moment to
ponder the situation, but only one.

She jumped to her feet with
a whoop, the book and food forgotten. Here it
was! Her fist big
adventure! The name was obviously not elvish or human, it
HAD to
be Kender. At least she HOPED it wasnt goblin. Thinking on it as
she
tore towards her recent home to get her things, she decided
she was much too
comely to be half goblin. The affair of an elf
and a goblin, while
interesting and sort of romantic in a saddish
way, was just too unlikely.
Her mind made up, she threw what few
things she owned in her backpack,
donned her wildish coat and
scribbled a little note before leaving that
place behind her.
Later, they would learn what she was and that shed gone to
find
out just who her real father was. They might have tried to stop
her but
by then it would be too late.

She was off to Goodlund...

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