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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Bergrius.

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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a worn book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Bergrius' scribed in dark green ink.

Author:    Bergrius       
Date:      Fri Sep 28 07:08:28
2007
Subject     The One With A Snake

"It seems I'm lost" Bergrius
sighed as he looked around him.  He found
himself surrounded by beautiful oak
trees.  Though used to the beauty of
nature, his home being in Solace, he found
himself in awe of the almost
unnatural perfection of the forest.  Weary of his
travels, Bergrius decided
to rest under of the giant oak trees.  He removed his
backpack and set it
down next to a tall oak tree.  Sitting down next to his
pack, Bergrius
smiled as he stared up into the forest canopy.  Sunrays peeked
through the
rustling leaves and left Bergrius in a peaceful state as he closed
his eyes.
His worries of his travels seemed to disappear.  He even forgot that
he was
lost.  

Bergrius awoke an hour or so later to a soft hissing sound near
his ear.
The sun was still peeking through the forest ceiling, Bergrius noted as
he
stood and looked around.  He jumped back as his eyes wandered to his pack.

"A SNAKE!!!  " Bergrius nearly yelled his head off while his bulging
eyes
stayed on the snake.  He stayed completely still for fear of being bitten.

He studied the snake as best as he could in his predicament.  After a
few
minutes, he realized the snake would not move from his pack.  Relaxing
his
guard for a moment, Bergrius inched his way towards his pack, and the
snake.

He got to his pack without any resistance from the snake.  As he
reached
for the pack, he realized the snake was making no menacing movements.

Pondering this for a moment, he decided to run a test.  He moved his hand
above
the snake's head and left it there for a moment.  No movement.  He
scratched his
head with his other hand.  He shrugged and decided to go a
little further with
his test.  He lowered his hand slowly, his eyes peering
intently at the snake. 
Holding his breath, Bergrius brushed his finger
along the snake's head.  No
movement!  He let out a sigh of relief as he
picked up the snake by its head. 
He examined it more closely now.  The
snake hissed lightly, its tongue wandering
about Bergrius' fingers. 

"It's harmless!" Bergrius smiled as he let the
snake coil around his arm.
He fussed with his pack, putting it on
awkwardly.
"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!"
Startled,
Bergrius whirled around to face the person belonging to the voice.
His hand
moved to his sword hilt instinctively. He gripped the hilt as he
looked for the
owner of the voice. A woman stepped out from the cover of an
oak tree.  Bergrius
loosened his grip on his sword.

"Hey, aren't you a-" Before he could
finish, Bergrius felt a shooting pain
in his sword arm.  He looked down at his
hand. 'Too late,' he thought.
Bergrius' eyes closed as he fell forward.


The snake bit him...

Author:    Bergrius       
Date:     
Sun Sep 30 03:55:27 2007
Subject     The One With A Hive

Weeks passed
since Bergrius' run in with the snake.  He was lucky enough
to be saved by woman
he "met."  She woke him up after he fainted from the
snake bite.  Apparently, he
was so worried about dying from what he found
out was a "nonpoisonous snake"
that he fainted.  

Bergrius was back home in Solace, away from the horrors of
unknown snakes
and other creepy crawlers and whatnot.  Happy to be home,
Bergrius indulged
himself with food and drink, especially the drink.  After
another round of
merriment in the late afternoon with his fellow bar patrons, he
found himself
staring down a range, trying to hit a dummy with
knives.

*THUD* Bergrius giggled as he watched the knife hit the dummy then
fall
to the ground with a resounding *CLANK*.
*THUD* Another failed
throw, another giggle fit. *CLANK*
*THUD*  *CLANK*
*THUD* 
*CLANK*
*THUD*  *CLANK*

*THWOK* Bergrius blinked.  That was something
new.  He made his way to
the dummy, stumbling over his own feet here and there. 
He knelt down and
picked up his failures then stood up, holding onto the dummy
for fear of
falling.  He grinned from ear to ear when he saw his knife buried in
what
would be the dummy's chest.  He yanked the knife out of the dummy,
taken
over by yet another giggling fit.  Bergrius sauntered back to his spot
away
from the dummy.

*THUD* *CLANK* Bergrius resumed his fun.
*THUD*
*CLANK*
*THUD* *CLANK*
*THUD* *CLANK*
*THUD* *CLANK* Bergrius
shook his head, trying to fight back the drowsiness.
He staggered forward, knife
in hand.  He looked at the knife, then back
at the dummy.  He smiled as he
watched the dummy sway from side to side. 
'I'll still getcha even if ya
move!' Bergrius grinned as he wound his arm
back then let the knife fly.  He
scowled as he watched the dummy dodge his
knife.  'How'd you do that?' He
asked, dumbfounded.  The knife sailed
past the dummy and went out of
sight.

*SHWICK* The sound puzzled Bergrius.  Wondering what it could
possibly be,
he stalked his way past the dummy and in the direction of the
sound. As he
passed the dummy, he heard a low buzzing sound. He recognized the
sound from
somewhere, but he couldn't place where. He shrugged as he looked
around.
He saw the knife glimmer from the setting sun. It was stuck in a
tree.
Bergrius staggered toward the tree, readying himself to climb it.

The
buzzing was louder now, right overhead.  He looked up as he searched
for a firm
foothold.  His mouth gaped open as he gasped.  The buzzing was
circling him now.
Too Late! The source of the buzzing washed away his
drunken stupor. 


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