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 80. 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 well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Jaye' scribed in unearthly grey 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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