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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jasmine.

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Astinus gently places an enormous book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jasmine' scribed in dark grey ink.

Author:    Jasmine        
Date:      Wed Aug 29 23:29:14
2007
Subject     The Making of an apperentice

Born to wealthy
merchants, she had most everything she wanted as a child
growing up in
Palanthas.  She was given the best education that wealth good
buy, and most
noble families knew her well.  At the age of nine all that
changed.  It had been
a blistering hot day, and the residents and travelers
all were seeking shelter
from the hot rays of the sun when a tall man in a
dark cloak walked into her
fathers shop.  She could not see his face clearly
as the hood was pulled up over
his head covering all identifing features. 
But his voice she will always
remember, it was barely above a whisper in
volume but it was also a voice that
chilled her to the bone.  As he talked
with her father over some disagreement in
price it seemed, two more figures
approached the shop and stood just inside the
doorway.  

The arguement behind her with her father and the unknown man became
more
intense and as she sat there watching she noticed the other two drawing
the
door closed and locking it.  They then began to circle around each side
of
the room blocking all escape ro routes.  

It was then that the man pulled
out a wand and looked at my father, "You
were told the price of failure when you
undertook this assignment, now you
will pay the price."  He placed the wand to
my fathers temple and whispered
some strange words of which she found she could
understand.  As she watched
she realized the man was sucking the life from her
fathers body, and she
watched as her fathers body slumped and fell to his knees
and then backwards
onto the floor.  She let out a scream as she stood and ran as
fast as
possible for the door.  Halfway there she felt herself lifted up and off
of
the ground, but she kept her legs moving as if she was going to be able
to
run out of the grasp of the person who held her.  

"Let me go.  Let me go." 
She screamed at the person holding her until she
felt a hand clamped down over
her mouth muffling her words.  It was then
that the man who was now finished
draining the life from her father, began
to make his way towards where she was
being held.  Then she began praying,
hoping one of the gods were listening to
her.  She cared not which god it
was so long as they would hear her cries and
send help to her.  Her eyes
bulged with each step the man took towards her and
her prayers screamed in
her mind, as if the louder her mind was the better the
gods could hear her. 
















She looked again and noticed the man was
only two short paces from her.  A
twisted smile was partially hidden under his
fullgrown dark beard.  "Please
dear gods, if any of you have any love for me,
spare me the fate that has
come unto my father.  Save me from these men who wish
to harm me as they
have done to my father."  

It was then as the man was but a
mere pace away from her that a blinding
white light enveloped her and she heard
the voice in her mind.  "What will
you do Jasmine if you are saved from the fate
of your father?  Will you seek
revenge on those who have done such?"  

Shaking
her head, she felt a single tear drip down her cheek as she answered
the voice
speaking to her.  "No M'lord.  Vengeance I shall not seek, I only
wish I could
have somehow protected him from that fate.  And it would be my
goal to protect
others from a similiar fate as he, if it is within my power
to do so."  

As she
finished the light drew away and she woke and found herself in a warm
straw bed.
 Though she didn't know where here was she felt that the god she
spoke with had
placed her there for a reason.  As she was sitting up and
getting ready to leave
the room, a man in a white robe floated into the room
smiling at her. 


"Greetings my young pupil.  I trust you slept well?"  He said as he placed
a
tray of meat and cheese on the bedside table.  

"Yes" she said, " Though I am
not sure where here is, or how i got here to
begin with.  Or who you are for
that matter."  His smile never left his lips
as he motioned at the tray that she
could go ahead and eat.  "As for where
you are young lady, that would be the
mage school of Palanthas.  I am Master
Gorgeun.  As for you got here, well that
is a mystery also, as i found you
lying unconscius on my doorstep three days
ago."  

"I am Jasmine.  Did you say three days ago you found me?"  She shook
her
head trying to remember all that had happened up until then, as she
nibbled
on some meat and cheese from the tray.  "The last thing I remember was
a
blinding white light, and my father dying.  Then the light was speaking to
me,
and when I answered everything went dark, then I woke up here."  Gorgeun
nodded
as she finished.  Thus it came that she stayed in the mage school and
grew and
learned magic and of the gods and more at the school.  But at the
age of
eightteen she knew there was more to learn and she asked her master
where she
should go to learn more of magic.  Which is when she was told of
the test of the
conclave and only those who passed the test could learn more
magic then she now
held within her.  It was for her that he sent the missive
to the conclave,
letting them know that she had learned all she could from
him.  And inquiring as
to her acceptance into there order.  

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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