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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ghargan.

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Astinus gently places a brief catalogue on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ghargan' scribed in rich grey ink.

Author:    Ghargan        
Date:      Thu Feb 25
07:12:54 2010
Subject     Fist fights and spices

From
an early age Ghargan was different to the other young
minotaurs.
They fought constantly while he went from ship to ship
seeing what goods
they were carrying. Soon he knew every spice
that was imported and exported
from the Isles, as well as where
they came from and what prices they
commanded in foreign
ports.

He got his first job when he stopped a group of hoodlums
stealing from the
loading docks. He was severely beaten, but the
commotion caused by the fight
meant they couldn't get away with
the rare spices they had come for.

As a reward for foiling the
attempted robbery the load master gave him an
old book and a job
as a packer in the warehouse. It was a curios book to say
the
least, especially for a minotaur - it detailed ways of fighting
without
weapons - and Ghargan, realising that as a trader hed
never have a reason to
be fully armed or armoured, started
reading the book avidly. Soon, to the
delight of his parents, he
was visiting the local training arena, but to
work on the
techniques detailed in the book, not the normal martial
skills
taught to young warriors.

As a packer in the warehouse,
it was his responsibility to collect small
shipments from the
stores for special customers. His talkative trusting
nature soon
had these secretive customers telling him more about
their
business than they normally would have. Although there was
nothing illegal
going on, he understood that these customers
valued their trade secrets, so
he never let on to anyone that he
knew who was getting what spices where.

As he matured he gained
height and bulk, as his mother had said he would. He
was now able
to lift several heavy sacks or barrels without much strain,
but
still his martial interests were second to his knack for
trading and making
a profit. 

His life changed early one morning
when he arrived at work to find a gang of
hoodlums tearing
through the stores, the owner lying in a pool of blood.
Upon
seeing him they all attacked simultaneously, and it was pure
instinct
and the long hours spent in the arena rather than his
bulk that saved his
life that day. Later he would not be able to
say what had happened once the
fight had started, only that he
had deflected blows and struck back at his
armed assailants,
killing every last one of them.

Looking around he was devastated
by the destruction they had caused.
Precious spices and cargo had
been rummaged through and vandalised. After
taking in the damage
done he moved from assailant to assailant and was
shocked that he
recognised the four perpetrators. Each of them was a guard
for
rival merchant companies and each of them had the mark of
Hiddukel on
them. Realising that this was probably the work of
the merchants guild, he
decided that the best course of action
would be to leave before anyone found
out that he had been there
and survived.

Gathering what little could be rescued from the
carnage, he cleaned the
blood of his fellow minotuars from him
and made his way home. There he said
his farewells to his mother
before slipping out the back and down to the
harbour, where he
caught the first ship to Palanthas. 

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