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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Dunstan.

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Astinus gently places an enormous book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Dunstan' scribed in vibrant blue ink.

Author:    Dunstan        
Date:      Sat Dec 12
19:56:43 2009
Subject     Delivering bad news

Dunston
worked with the other priests sorting the bodies of those who
had
died trying to liberate Palanthas from the clutches of the
Dragon Armies.
This battle field was particularly disheartening
as it seemed it consisted
of mostly young men barely of the age
to go to war yet here their lifeless
corpses lay.

It was obvious
they had been out numbered and yet every one of them had
died
fighting. It was on one of the last corpses to be laid out
that identity of
their commander became clear. Dunston recognized
the signet ring the young
Knight of the Crown wore as that of the
Duke of Luinstat. He knew it would
fall to him to take the sad
news back to that war torn citadel but first he
would help to lay
all these brace souls to rest.

They toiled long into the night
to dig graves for the soldiers of Solamnia
and by morning he
hoped he would never have to dig another grave. His sleep
was
troubled by dreams of a never ending war between the Knight of
Solamnia
and the Dragon Armies and he woke no less rested than
when he had gone to
sleep.

Traveling south through the lands the
Dragon Armies had moved through he was
horrified by the
destruction left in their wake. Animals hunted cruelly and
many
snares, left by the invading army, had animals in them that had
been
trapped but never humanely killed.

Eventually he reached
Luinstat and saw that the citadel had not been saved
from the
ravaging that the rest of the country side had suffered. He
entered
the citadel via the broken main gates and proceeded
toward the heart of the
ruined citadel. There he found the Duke
and Duchess and delivered the news
of their sons death. The Duke
seemed unfazed by the news while his wife
broke down and had to
be escorted from the audience room.

Dunston left Luinstat
wondering what he could do to help restore the
balance.


Author:    Dunstan        
Date:      Thu Dec
17 19:05:57 2009
Subject     The Calling

The look of
sorrow on the Duchess of Luinstat's face haunted Dunstan
each
evening as he fell asleep on his journey back to Palanthas.


Although he had been raised in the forests of Qualinesti by his
father it
was the plight his mothers people that pulled at his
heart. He felt their
pain and saw the suffering in the lands that
the Dragon Armies had brought
upon the innocent people of
Solamnia.

On the third morning of travel, as he washed his face
in a clear pool of
water, his dream returned to him. He saw The
High Prophetess helping the
sick and wounded. She was near a
glowing lake and Dunstan knew that this was
the place he needed
to find so that he could help his mothers people.

Upon entering
the next small village he went to the temple of Mishakal
and
enquired there of the location of this lake and it was only
after he proved
that he was a follower of Habbakuk and not a foul
Dragon Army spy that the
priest told him where to find the
lake.

Armed with this knowledge and knowing that this is what
his mother would
want him to do Dunstan set out to find the lake.


Author:    Dunstan        
Date:      Sat Dec
26 18:47:28 2009
Subject     Drawn to the Light

I
looked to the west as looking east reminded me of the hurt
and
suffering that the Dragon Armies had brought on the good
people of Solamnia.


Returning from Luinstat I had helped many
displaced people. Tended to their
wounds and helped cure all
manner of diseases that were spreading with the
Dragon
Armies.

It was these people who had nothing but made me feel at
home and shared what
little they had with me that made me realise
why my mother had left me in
the care of my father to return to
her people, these people.

The other thing I realised was that
these people were defenceless, their
husbands, brothers and sons
had joined various armies the Solamnic nobles
had raised in the
hope of defeating the Dragon Armies and now they needed
someone
to protect them and guide them to safety.

The tactics used by my
fathers bands of Wildrunners came to mind in order to
move a
growing group of people unnoticed through the countryside. Each
day
we broke into small groups and moved towards a common
destination all by
different routes. Each day I moved with a
different group trying to help
those in need of spiritual
guidance as well as the sick among them.

I'm not sure who was
more surprised, me or the patrol that found us near the
lake, up
ahead I could see a make shift camp outside an ancient temple
to
Mishakal. I had reached my destination but what was my
destiny? 

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