An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Alonsen.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a thread-bare book bound in cloth on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Alonsen' scribed in rich purple ink.

Author:  Alonsen
Date    Sat Dec 14 17:09:19 2002



Subject   Business is picking up.



The minotaurs were about to begin thier duel. One was his target,
the other
was lucky he wasn't. Alonsen waited until they both had thier
backs facing him
and then used a wand of control upon his target.

The minotaur quickly fell under his command and he order him to
follow.
Alonsen led the minotaur to a peaceful grove, he forced the
minotaur to kneel
before him and then knocked him unconscious.

The minotaur could not fight back, and he didn't. After he was
done he recited
a scroll which his employer had given him, the minotaur's body
vanished.

Alonsen knew his payer had been a practicioner of magic, he could
sense it
within him, however he did not see his face. Most likely the body
would be
transported into the jail of the conclave, but he wasn't sure.

He was sure that he would recieve his payment for completeing the
task, and
that's all that really mattered to him in the end. The bottom
line on the
contract, payment offered for his services.



Author:  Alonsen
Date    Tue Dec 17 12:31:40 2002



Subject   Exacting revenge.



After his meeting with the man in the plains...Deamanil was his
name, Alonsen
had been paid to kill the clerics of the holy order and the
runners of the
wild. He thought about thier talk long and hard each day,
considering this
deal.

It bothered him that the man had mentioned a solamnic knight had
helped the
other two in the encounter with deamanil. Why did he not want the
knights
killed?

Maybe he forgot, or maybe the knight played a slightly smaller
role, whatever
the reason Alonsen felt they deserved justice also and his next
victim would
be one who wished to be with the order.

Alonsen watched the knights carefully the next few days, seeking
out a target
amongst them. Most of them were very battle worn and skilled in
combat, and
very poor too. He could not find a single knight that was a worth
target worth
his time.

Days later Alonsen had found his target, the man was a minotaur
of all things.
Alonsen had watched the man carefully for a few days, he spoke of
becoming a
knight and he sat many knights within the city of Palanthas.

Carefully concealing himself and who he was while around the
deadly minotaur
Alonsen watched from a far and often only heard bits and pieces
of what the
minotaur was saying, but he was almost sure this was a good
target.

Finally he decided the minotaur would be his target. One day he
came across
the minotaur with a group of others, they were travelling outside
the city on
some sort of adventure.

Alonsen knew this was his chance, however before he arrived a
mage had begun
to cast various protective spells upon the bunch, this did not
stop Alonsen
however, he quickly slept the minotaur with a scroll.

Then he scared the rest of the group away and began to drag the
minotaur far
away from where he was, to disorient him. In time the minotaur
fell
unconscious.

Alonsen went through the minotaurs belongings and found he had
quite a few
diamonds stashed away in a pouch. Even if Deamanil refused to pay
him for this
defeat, it had suddenly became more than worth it.



Author:  Alonsen
Date    Fri Dec 20 13:01:15 2002



Subject   Money is power.



Alonsen took a deep breath, he was free again. The solamnic jail
could not
hold him, the solamnics had weaknesses of thier own to worry
about before
prisoners.

Alonsen knew the one he battled was paid by Vaos to kill him, so
much for
solamnic honor he thought to himself. His defeat had simply been
his own
fault, shinare had not failed him, he had failed himself.

Escape was simple, they stripped him of his possessions, but he
had his
intelligence, something they did not have. Alonsen prayed to
shinare and his
goddess blessed him, allowing him to escape.

It would be days before the foolish knights would notice, maybe
sooner if
Alonsen came across one. There would be much retribution for this
embarassment.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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