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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Deamanil.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Deamanil' scribed in glowing maroon ink.

Author:  Deamanil
Date    Fri Dec 13 00:19:55 2002



Subject  Ryline's a flamer



  It was a bright day, the sun hurt the eyes, its halos shining
even
brighter because of the rain that happened not long ago.  Along
with the
brightness it was calm and warm, unfortately, the dirt was still
rather muddy,
of course.  Deamanil had left his feet prints in the mud for
quite a ways it
seems, he didn't care much, not as if those dumb hobgoblins could
do much
against him, he was gathering food not far from there camp, some
berries and
the like.  After some time he saw Ryline following the
footprints, looking for
Deamanil... stupid idiot still hadn't learned his lesson,
Deamanil shook his
head at the walking dummy approaching him, before running at him
with a big
rock... he let Ryline have the rock upside the head, knocking him
out cold,
quickly.  Deamanil then spoke 'maybe if I speak idiot, you guys
will get the
hint "me bash over head if come near!

no come, me come get!"'.  Deamanil rolled his eyes, took all of
the man's
money and then began to route through his belongings, taking a
few things
along with him.  He then kicked Ryline hard a few times hoping to
leave some
good marks.  He spoke again 'For everytime I see you come close
to me, I'm
going to leave more scars until you eventually die, and I hope
your death is
nice and slow'.  He kicked him again.  Deamanil walked off,
rolling his eyes
saying 'moron'.



Author:  Deamanil
Date    Sun Dec 22 11:42:35 2002



Subject  KreShar finally falls!



  The weather was pitiful, the wind and rain in the plains
caused Deamanil
to put up a small shack to stay in until things cleared up.  He
dug a hole in
the dirt, A couple slabs of in an arch over the hole and put his
blanket
across them, covering that with a layer of dirt and brush to keep
it from
getting too overly used by the weather.  For the first while it
wasn't working
out for Deamanil, but he eventually put some rocks on top of the
brush to keep
it weighted down heavier, it worked out a lot better at this
point.

He was for now comfortable in his makeshift hut.

  The wind howled maddeningly the whole day, it was coming onto
evening when
he heard a different sound faintly over the wind, a hooting
hollar, quite
familiar to Deamanil, actually, it sounded like the bandit
leader, KreShar...
but the wind's distortion made it harder to discern.  Deamanil
peeked out from
his shack, it was indeed the hobgoblin.

He was hollaring Deamanil's name, Deamanil crawled out of his
shack, getting
fairly muddy in the process, his poor irrigation ditch in front
of his shack
wasn't holding up the best... He squinted toward the wind and
rain to see the
hobgoblin standing a ways away now looking at him as well. 
Deamanil wielded
his weapon, ready to attack and the hobgoblin quickly said 'no
fight, not
just yet!'.  Deamanil wondered what was the matter with this
situation, he
looked around to make sure he wasn't about to be in an ambush...
he couldn't
see anything around and he figured no goblin could shoot a bow
well enough to
hit him in this rain and wind... he was fairly comfortable in
that.  He let
his weapon arm fall to his side, he puffed his chest out
arrogantly from where
he stood.  The hobgoblin began to walk closer and Deamnil shouted
'Come
closer and I'll lop your toothy head off'.  The hobgoblin
stopped in his
tracks.  He then spoke in a grunting, wind-stricken voice 'me
want formal
duel, me want show human what bandit can do, we stronger than
human!'. 
Deamanil was quite puzzled at the hobgoblin...

standing not far from him shouting words of a duel... instead of
just plain
out coming and attacking...  Deamanil shrugged his shoulders, and
spoke
'Call it whatever you want, I'm standing right here', he
stomped his foot
in the mushy ground, 'come and get some'.  The hobgoblin's
eyes glazed
over with hate at the arrogant human standing not too far from
him spitting in
his face verbally.  Deamanil took his fighting stance and his
weapons to arm,
this time with two, grinning madly.  The wind seemed to howl even
louder as
the hobgoblin readied himself, and charged.  Deamanil crossed his
two weapons,
catching the hobgoblin's sword and spear.  Deamanil followed up a
counter by
kicking the hobgoblin in the stomach, making him reel temporarily
and shout in
his anger.  Deamanil pushed back with his weapons, trying to
shove the larger
beats, not succeeding, he ducked and whirled around with a trip,
his legs
failed to sweep the hobgoblin to the ground, but it made him
stumble and that
as enough, the hobgoblin's feet came out from under him as he
slipped in the
mud.  Deamanil threw one of his weapons to the ground with an
arrogant smile,
watching the hobgoblin on the ground.

He knelt down, dipping his hand in the mud and getting a handful.
 He walked
around the hobgoblin, circling until the hobgoblin finally got
up, KreShar was
pissed.  He charged, to Deamanil's surprise, it sent him flying
rather well,
he landed on his back, getting even muddier.  KreShar wasted no
time and
charged again, swinging his sword down on Deamanil, who rolled
out of the way,
the hobgoblin's spearhand however managed to smack Deamanil in
the shoulder
with the blunt end of his spear.  He hurt and Deamanil jumped up,
he flung the
mud he had in hand into the hobgoblin's face, making it squeal
blindly. 
Deamanil knew he only had so much time before the wind and rain

(TO BE CONTINUED)



Author:  Deamanil
Date    Sun Dec 22 11:43:59 2002



Subject  KreShar finally falls! (2)



washed the ugly devil's face off.  Deamanil roundhoused, smacking
the
hobgoblin to the side of its head with his foot soundly.  The
hobgoblin looked
shocked, unable to see where Deamanil was, it began to run off,
Deamanil slid
to grab his second weapon, and took it up.  The hobgoblin woddled
back and
forth still unable to see, slipping every now and again in the
mud which was
everywhere.  Deamanil gave chase not wanting to allow his very
best chance at
the hobgoblin KreShar to pass without a satisfactory end.  He
shouted 'Stay
and fight!', his anger was intense as his shoulder ached from
the lucky hit
by the hobgoblin.  He ran, the hobgoblin not far in front of him,
Deamanil
jumped, weapons out, trying to strike the beast in its back for a
killing
blow, it hadn't landed however, the hobgoblin heard him coming
and stumbled
out of the way.  Deamanil tripped him, kicked the weapons out of
his hands,
braced his feet onto the hobgoblin's arms so it couldn't do much
but yell, and
he began to beat KreShar's face with his bare fists angrily.  He
boomed with
incoherent babbles as he knocked the large beast unconscious...
he thought he
had killed it, wanting the satisfaction of doing it without even
using his
weapons... he hadn't guessed later on the creature would up and
walk away.

  Deamanil looked liberally through the beast's belongings, not
that a dead
hobgoblin would need anything, or so he thought.  He took all of
the beast's
loot, a few gems it probably got off of some wealthy merchant,
its money and a
few other things.



Author:  Deamanil
Date    Sat Jan  4 18:32:35 2003



Subject  A Good Day



  Deamanil had taken a short span of time away from his
'mission' of keeping
a cap on the bandit activity in the plains, he would come back
immediately
after he went to cash in on a bit of their money he had looted...
after they
initially looted from others, it was the way of life, right? 
Heh-heh.  At
least it was what he had to deal with in the latest times. 
Either way, it was
proving quite good in the money-side, he had more now than he had
ever in his
life, had at once.  He travelled from where he was toward
Palanthas, trying to
get there as fast as his feet could take him, a few days later,
he finally
made it.  He had stated his name and business to the guards, who
after quite a
bit of annoyance via questioning, he was allowed inside.  He
first made his
way to the first bar he could find, he would get pleasantly
slant-eyed for a
while and see what kind of 'adventure' he could transpire before
renting a
room for the night.  He went in taking casual observations of the
folk inside
the inn, not caring much of the folk he saw.  Mostly all drunks
he had never
saw before, they were little to nothing in the world Deamanil
lived in.  He
cared for very little other then himself and his wife.

He walked to the counter and threw some coins down onto the bar,
asking for
whiskey, waiting for it, he peered around the smokey atmosphere
of the bar. 
Nothing interested him directly... however a little green
creature in dark
robes was approaching the bar, looking directly at him, he found
it a bit...
peculiar at first, but this is Palanthas afterall, enough mystery
in here to
keep a gnome satsified for years.  The creature kept its stride
toward,
Deamanil, a mug in its hand full of liquor, it spilled some as it
woddled,
onto the floor, probably for someone to end up slipping into
later, and
starting a barfight over which.  The creature getting closer
appeared to be a
goblin, Deamanil jumped back from the bar a bit and puffed his
chest out
arrogantly, thinking there was about to be a fight, if this
creature belonged
to the encampment he's been ruining the plans of.  He tilted his
head to the
side to crack it and the goblin was before him.  Deamanil looked
down at the
little creature.  'What the hell do you want ya little runt?'
 The goblin
snapped back 'me hear you fights!'.  Deamanil's eye brow
raises in
perplexion.  The goblin then says 'me be watch since come in
Palanthas me
interested, HATE elfies! me want destroyed, me want hire you,
bring elf heads
back Silchas, Silchas pay!'  Deamanil thought for a second, his
father was
an elf, in fact but that didn't mean much, elves were snooty to
everyone,
particularly those of his brood... the half-elven children... he
thought about
it, but when the bartender come back with his whiskey he nodded
to the goblin.
 'It will depend heavily on which elf has the misfortune of
meeting me, but
I believe the money speaks loudly here and I am quite able to be
of service,
where can I contact you?'.  The goblin snapped back ' No find
Silchas,
Silchas find you!'.  The goblin then started snapping words to
itself and in
a show of smoke and sparks, he disappeared from sight, causing
only a mild
reaction from the barfolk before they went back to drinking. 
Deamanil grinned
to himself, knowing that he has some more income capability now. 
He then sat
at the bar taking some of his drink down and thinking.

  Time passed by as it does, and Deamanil slowly made due of
his drink,
after he had felt the affects of the alcohol to his content, he
decided he'd
hit the streets and see what kind of 'fun' he could stir up.  He
threw another
few coins at the bartender, nodded and left as quickly as his
drunken stupor
allowed.  It was after midnight some time, he had been passing
through a crowd
that were admiring the fountain at Imperial Square... a few were
walking
through the streets still, even at how late it was, he walked
past someone in
a travelling robe, covering their entire form, except that it
(Continued)



Author:  Deamanil
Date    Sat Jan  4 18:33:37 2003



Subject  A Good Day (2)



was sleeveless and he noticed something very familiar.  The arm
appeared that
of a a woman's and on the uppermost part there was a tattoo.  He
looked at his
arm, the two tattoos had matched perfectly.  His mind wandered
temporarily
wondering who else would have his tattoo... he came to only one
conclusion, on
their marriage; his wife and him had betrothed and then had an
identical
tattoo put on their arm in tribute to their marriage... this was
the tattoo,
and the tattoo on the travelling woman, a wolf, while sitting,
howling at the
moon.  He raced over to the woman and grabbed her hand gently,
while saying
'it's a bit late to be out and about all alone, isn't it
miss?', the
startled woman whipped around, thinking she might be about to be
robbed and
she reached from her side, ready to grab a weapon... but she
stopped with a
gasp, she then undid her hood and pulled it down.  Deamanil was
right, it was
Breeze, his wife!  His heart pounded in excitement and he looked
her over
quickly before saying 'wouldn't wanna slice up your husband now
would
ya?', she smirked and then said 'well, I don't know, afterall
he does look
pretty drunk, perhaps he's not himself' She winked at him.  She
always had
her own way about things like that.  But, in all it wasn't long
into that that
the two were embracing with a kiss.  They made up for the time
apart, filling
each other in on where they've been since last being together
while walking
down the street.  They were going to, together, get a room and
complete their
tales before retiring.  Deamanil was over-pleased, he had missed
her so much
and from her side of the story, she had missed him as much.  In
the morning
they'd awake, finally reunited, he had also told her about the
meeting with
the goblin, who had offered money for the heads of any elven
Deamanil would
come across, she didn't look like she held an answer to what she
would do for
that.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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