The Great Library of Palanthas
An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.
Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jagar.
A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)
Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a large tome gilt in gold on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jagar' scribed in unearthly maroon ink.
Author: Jagar Date Tue Aug 30 03:08:21 2005 Stamp 1125389301 Subject Mercenary. The winter winds raged outside, but within the walls of the small, dilapidated tavern, the fury of the storm was not felt. It was late november and it would be many months before the first hints of spring approaching dared to peek through the murky, dastardly land. The double doors to the tavern opened, the chill of the wind rampaging in like a starving pack of wolves ready to make the kill. Just behind it a tall, dark man appeared. He approached the bar cooly, his footsteps making no noise, and his shadowed face revealing nothing. Jagar shivered with anticipation and inched forward, slowly peeking over the northern tip of the bar, he was as careful as an excited youth can be, and was not seen. At the same time the barmaid turned to her newfound patron and said, "What can I get you tonight stranger?" He did not utter a single word, but pointed at a an oak barrel behind the bar. The barmaid understood and brought him a pint of ale. As the man slowly drained his mug he pulled out a large bag, full of coins, he slapped one on the table and winked at Jagar. Jagar ducked under the bar realizing he had been seen and not wanting to draw attention from the barmaid, his mother. A moment later two large men approached the quiet man; "What is your name and what business have you here?" said the smaller of the two. The quiet man ignored him and took another drink. The larger of the two raised his eyebrows and spoke loudly, "Who are you and why are you here?" Again the quiet man said nothing. This agitated the large man, as he was not used to being ignored. He placed his hand on the shoulder of the quiet man and said, "Answer me or I will wring an answer of out you." Hearing these words, the barmaid spoke, quietly and frightened, almost begging, "Please, we don't want any trouble, let him be." The smaller of the two men reached for the sword hanging at his side and began to speak, "Stay out of..." and with that, he fell to the floor, dead. The large mans eyes widened with suprise, and then he too fell to the floor. The barmaid let out a little yelp and the quiet man turned around, wiped his blades clean and sat back down. Finally, he spoke, "Leave me be," was all he said. A short while later an old, familiar, man came in. He scanned the room and found the two dead bodies were still on the floor, and for some reason, it seemed this pleased the old man. He moved over to them, removed the few valuable items they had on them and then sat down next to the quiet man. The barmaid was very shaken and did not know what she should do, this man was a local and not the sort she expected would loot two dead corpses in a tavern. The old man realized she was confused and said, "Sometimes sacrifices have to be made to bring order where there is chaos." The barmaid did not understand but tried to smile as if she did. The old man sighed and turned to the quiet man, who was now facing him. He reached into a satchel hanging at his side and withdrew several small money pouches and a black crystal. He placed the items on the bar, stood up, and bowed akwardly. The quiet man took the items and was gone before the old man could say a word. Jagar had moved to the other side of the bar somehow and had been watching and listening the whole time, but finally the barmaid spotted him. She smacked him with the mug she was holding and said, "Go into the back room and don't come out until I tell you to." Jagar said, "Who...er..what was that man?" His mother hit him with the mug again and said, "It doesn't matter, do as you're told." The old man scoffed and said, "He was a mercenary I hired, those two had to be dealt with." Jagar's mother turned to hit him again so that he'd do as he was told, but found he was already gone. Jagar had all the information he wanted, for now. That night he decided that one day he too would be a mercenary.
The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD
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