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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Dross.

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Astinus gently places a leather bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Dross' scribed in earth-colored orange ink.

Author:    Dross          
Date:      Sun Mar 17 14:15:29 2013
Subject     Dross' wish for a career change

Dross, well where to start, well I guess at the beginning. Dross grew up
an orphan in a seaport. Everyone assumed judging from his appearance that
his parents were human, at least mostly, but no one seemed to know for
sure.

What everyone agreed upon was it was a stormy night when a basket appeared
in front of the harbormaster's office at the port. Inside was a baby boy, a
bawling baby boy. But as soon as the harbormaster picked up Dross, the baby
stopped crying and even smiled, displaying dimples and a twinkle in his huge
blue eyes.

The boy grew up fast, a free spirit, reckless, daring, and with an
infectious laugh. Stealing a shiny rock from the jeweler's shop, or an apple
from the street vendor, Dross lived by his wits, his eyes never still, but
always searching for another adventure or treasure to ..umliberate.

The human lad always loved the Sea, especially with there was a storm
blowing. Standing at the edge of the pier, his wet clothing plastered
against his lithe body, his long white hair flapping in the wind, Dross felt
so alive. Each clap of thunder, every lightning bolt stirring his inner
soul. 

Being too small to join a ship's crew, Dross spent his time climbing on the
roofs, spying potential 'customers' whose money bags were heavy. Alas that
was how his short life changed. 

One fine day, the youth was lying on a nearby roof, when a fat merchant
appeared, his bag of coins bulging and seemingly begging to be taken. Not to
look a gift horse in the mouth, Dross dropped to the ground, and taking a
quick look to make sure the town guard wasn't around, began following the
merchant. Hiding in the Shadows in an alley, he waited until the merchant
was just passing him and, using his lightning reflexes, grabbed the
moneybag.

But, his eyes bulged with surprise as he felt his wrist held in a vice, the
'merchant' now pulling Dross into the street. Feeling helpless, his eyes
looking for any escape, the merchant cuffed him alongside the head.

"Here boy, stand still. I want to look at you." The man's cold grey eyes
seemed to look right through Dross. "Please, let me go, I promise I will
never bother you again. Honest.". 

But the man shook his head. "Dross, I heard about you and wanted to see if
the rumors were true. My name is well for you, Master, and you are going to
work for me." Before Dross could say anything, he whispered in the boy's
ear, 'I am the head of the Theives' guild and you are a natural."

"But, I want to be a sailor, perhaps a buccaneer or even a pirate. The Sea
seems to be calling to me." The Guildmaster just shook his head. "Someday
Dross, but for now, you work for me. You must perfect your skills as a
thief."

Not releasing hold on the lad's wrist, he dragged, pulled Dross into one of
the dark warehouses on the pier and that was how Dross became a thief. Under
the tutelage of the Guild's best, Dross learned his trade - how to unlock
the toughest locks, how to hide in the shadows, and even backstab an
opponent, with no warning. 

Before long, he was given the most difficult tasks, he loved the challenge,
and the rich rewards for his many successes. He moved like a wraith along
the roof tops, never seen nor heard, just rumors in the market place
whenever something of value was stolen.

Dross never gave up his dream of the Sea and watched the ships that pulled
into port, often visiting the port taverns listening to the tales and
stories of the sailors. One ship, the Tempest, captured his attention and
his eyes would light up whenever a sailor would share a rumor about the
exploits of the ship. 

Finally his stars appeared to line up correctly. At night, slipping silently
into the port, the Tempest anchored and the crew came ashore on a secret
mission. Throwing caution to the wind, Dross gathered up a few gems and
treasures and dove into the dark water. Swimming up to the ship, he yelled,
'Ahoy there, throw down a rope before I catch pneumonia."

Unafraid, Dross climbed up the rope and stood before the watchful eye of the
crew. Facing the Captain, "Captain, permission to come aboard." And that was
how Dross underwent another career change.


Author:    Dross          
Date:      Tue Mar 26 20:31:11 2013
Subject     Dross' life as a cabin boy

The Captain looked over at Dross, a mischievous glint in his steel-grey
eyes. "So you want to join the crew of the Tempest." The way he said it, it
wasn't a question, just phrased as if it would be an impossible goal for the
young man. 

Turning to his crew, "well, lads, what say you? Do we let this poor excuse
for landlubber sail with us?" The first mate stepped closer to Dross,
sniffing the air, fingering his belaying pin all the time. "Aye, Cap't, I
vote to let this pup sail with us. I will teach him good - and his bruises
won't show much." The rest of the crew quickly agreed, glad to have a new
target for the first mate's cruelty.

"OK, lad, what be your name?" Dross took a deep breath trying to maintain
his calm, as much as he wanted to carve his initials on the first mate's
chest. "I am called Dross, Cap't ." This brought a snicker from the crew,
the first mate adding, "Don't worry lad, soon I will give you a new name." 

The Captain stepped between the two and said in a loud voice, "So be it,
from this day forward, Dross is accepted on a provisional basis as a Cabin
boy. He will clean my cabin, carry out any tasks I give him, and when not
otherwise engaged, he will answer to all of the crew. Make him a sailor."

That was the beginning of Dross' life on the Sea. His time spend as part of
the Thieves' Guild proved to be well spent - with a head for heights, he
learned early on to finish his tasks for the Captain and then head aloft,
scurrying like a monkey around the ship masts. 

He learned the capricious nature of the Sea, at times gentle and tranquil,
other times terrible and dangerous. Offering a prayer of thanks to his
Goddess, Zeboim, the only time he felt truly alive was being aloft during a
storm, the wind blowing through his now long white hair, his sun-kissed skin
washed by the rain. 

On deck, however, his life was anything but tranquil. The first mate was a
huge bully with pig like eyes and had a savage streak that took pleasure in
punishing the new cabin boy. No task was ever done correctly - with an evil
grin, he would pull out his wooden pin and beat Dross' back and thighs,
making sure that the Captain didn't see the bruises. 

Dross never said anything, though his pale blue eyes flashed like an
approaching thunderstorm. His silence seemed to drive the first mate mad,
not stopping the beatings until Dross' body was covered in purple bruises.

Promising that his time would come, Dross did any task given to him, no
matter how dirty or demeaning the task. Before long, he was accepted by the
rest of the crew and some secretly helped in his training. By the time the
Tempest reached its first port, Dross knew that the Sea was in his blood and
he chose his new career choice wisely.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the crew, Dross kept a pair of razor sharp,
well-balanced throwing daggers hidden in his boots. Schooled by the Thieves'
Guild in their use as part of his assassin training, the daggers appeared
into his hands quickly as if by Magic. At Night, when he was alone in the
riggings, he would take out a small sharpening stone and sharpen his
daggers, always ready just in case.

But the piggish first mate was both sly and clever, always finding excuses
to beat the cabin boy. Then one day, just as the Tempest was about to weigh
anchor in a tropical port, things quickly came to a head. 

Dross spent the afternoon ashore, sipping a rum drink and entertaining
Yvette, a lovely red-head wench that caught his eye. When it was time to
leave, Yvette tied a red silk scarf around Dross' neck, whispering, "so you
will hurry back to me." 

Wearing her scarf, he met the first mate as he climbed the gangplank to
board the Tempest. With an evil laugh, "Dross, my pet, give me that scarf.
It is now mine." Shaking his head, the young sailor just laughed. "Yvette
gave me this and it is mine. If you weren't such a pig, you could get your
own." 

The first mate stood speechless, just blinking his piggish eyes, not
believing what he heard. With a terrible roar, he pulled a cutlass from its
lashing and pointed it at Dross. Suddenly both daggers flew into Dross'
hands, he was standing ready on the balls of his feet, his blue eyes glowing
with excitement.

The rest of the crew made a circle around the two combatants, the sounds of
betting filling the air. Then a loud roar froze everyone in their place,
"Belay that and I mean NOW!" The Captain stood on deck, his eyes cold. "No
one, and I mean no one, draws a blade on my deck, unless I give him
permission. First Mate, stow that cutlass back where you got it. Now!" 

The crew quickly disappeared below deck, so as not to be another target of
the Captain's anger. Then he turned his gaze on Dross, as if seeing him for
the first time. "Dross, you know that it is a punishable offense to have
weapons on the Tempest. Give them to me. If, and I do mean if, you earn them
back, I will return them to you." 

With no choice, Dross handed over his daggers, feeling a bit undressed.
Taking them, the Captain admired the well cared for weapons, and in a lower
voice, added "Dross, I expect you to be smarter than that. I can't afford to
lose one or both of you. Become the sailor I think that you can be." With
that, he turned smartly and moved back to his cabin.

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