An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Jaye.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? 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 concise treatise on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jaye' scribed in dark maroon ink.

Author:    Jaye           
Date:      Sun Jun  7
05:45:34 2009
Subject     Gully Brigade

"They thinks me
an idiot," the gully mumbled to himself as he sharpened
his
hatchet on a stone," but I'll show them," he continued. All
around the
mumbling gully many other gullies ran about. Each
carrying some trinket or
another they think vital to their
brigade. Each one felt energized, they
felt important. The news
had trickled down the tunnels of Thorbardin that
someone had
ordered a Gully Brigade. Noone knew who or what did,
quite
frankly they didn't care. They had a purpose and they were
fulfilling it.

One particular gully stood apart from the
fumbling group, dressed in a
tattered grey "uniform", consisting
of torn dish rags and something ungodly
smelly, and watched as
the others ran about. The hatchet gully continued to
sharpen his
weapon, unaware of the uniformed gully approaching. 

With a
sharp smack across the back, the uniformed gully looked down as
the
mumbling gully's hand slide off the sharpening stone and
across the blade of
the sharp hatchet," watch were ye goin ye
dolt..." the gully began to
shout.

"Why you keep those stupid
hatchets," the lead gully mocked," its not like
ye see any
baddies."

The wounded gully growled and threw the sharpening
stone right at the lead
gully's forehead, and began to laugh as
the rock knocked him out cold.
Stepping over his unconcious
"leader", the gully smirked and kept walking
out of the tunnel
mumbling," noone makes fun of me hatchets."

A few hours later,
and after much dragging, the lead gully awoke to a rather
sharp
knock on his head as the other two gullies dropped him into their
"war
room".

Looking around dumbfounded, the lead gully managed
to stammer out," who..
who be ye?" as he noticed a Theiwar dwarf
sitting at the head of a rickety
table.

"I am the one who
ordered you together ye dolt," the dwarf hissed
menacingly.
Growing impatient with the gully already, the Theiwar
paced
around the table and dragged the bewildered gully to his
feet. "I need you
clear headed, or as much as your feeble brain
can be," he growled.

The lead gully cringed back from the
dwarf's anger, yet having no where to
go began to cry. "Stop that
blathering you idiot," the theiwar threatened.
After much effort
the gully began to cease it's tears and wipe its filthy
nose on a
"clean" spot on it's uniform. "What ye want me to do master?"
the
lead gully pleaded.

"I want you to take your "brigade" and
go deep into the mines, there you
will find others waiting for
you," the theiwar ordered. 

The gully looked at him perplexed,
its ruddy features smeared together in
deep thought," where ye
want me to go again?" it asked.

Losing his patience with the
gully the theiwar lashed out at the gully and
knocked him on his
arse," go into the mines till you see noone but a dwarf
in white
you dolt."

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