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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Khin.

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Author:    Khin           
Date:      Thu Dec 11
08:41:35 2008
Subject     The Knife of Dracart

With a
resounding thud, Khin woke suddenly. He noticed someone
through
the flap of the carriage, walking rather leisurly. He
squinted towards the
person and noticed that it was none other
than "Dharisath!". It immediately
occured to him that that
thieving bastard must have taken his stash of
illegal mind
altering substances, which he had just acquired from a
wil
drunner mage, and rushed to open his case. To his dismay, and
afterwards his
surprise, he found his supply of herbs (which he
had conveniently placed
atop a pillow) missing, but in their
stead he found a rather ornate looking
blade which seemed to
possess him at the sight of it. Khin completly forgot
about his
now missing nefarious stock, and after some time of staring at
the
strange blade, reached to grab it. As soon as he grasped it
into his hand,
it seemed to take hold of him somehow, he felt a
surge of energy and anger.
The blade's handle seemed to curve in
just the right way as to fit his hand.
Khin spent quite some time
admiring the blade, turning it several times to
get a good look
at it.

Khin now decided to get off the carriage. He thought he
may sell this dagger
in Palanthas, or perhaps keep it for
himself? In any case, there was no more
need to stay on the
caravan. His drugs were gone and Freeport was no fun
without any
drugs. He hopped off the carriage and made his way
towards
Palanthas. He proceeded to walk, excessively paying
attention to his new
acquisition. The passers-by in the caravan
were also eyeing the blade
curiously. 

Upon reaching Palanthas,
Khin was quite sufficiently enthralled with the
dagger. It's
shape, its colours, its spotless blade, its perfect balance
had
all appealed to him greatly. But above all, he loved the
possession it had
over him...the power. Khin was known to be
somewhat sexually deviant, and
well the dagger was becoming
somewhat of a...fetish item for him. He was so
taken by this
thing, in fact, that he had failed to realise that he
was
brandishing a shiny blade in broad daylight in one of the
most heavily
guarded cities in Krynn; It was not before long that
he began to hear -hear
like never before - footsteps rushing
towards him. Khin looked up to find a
Solamnic soldier rushing
towards him, his hand on his hilt. "Throw down your
weapon!"
the soldier yelled towards him as he was approaching
him.
"I...I..don't..." Khin returned, obviously quite
confused. The soldier
unsheathed his sword as he ran towards Khin
and thundered once again "Throw
down your weapon, or ill be
forced to take action!" Khin felt his hand grip
tightly on the
blade, and began to raise his arm, apparantly not out of
choice.
"I...can't.." Khin muttered confusedly. 

The Solamnic then
raised his weapon, still running towards Khin. With that,
Khin
took aim and threw the blade towards his target. A scream was
heard
from the Solamnic before the dagger connected with his
throat and turned his
screams into choking . Blood gushed from
the Solamnic's throat and mouth as
he collapsed to the
floor.

Khin was always better at expressing himself with a
weapon rather than with
words, but this time it different. He
would have never have accurately hit
his target before, not in a
million wanings of Solinari. Furthermore, he
felt like he had not
even decided to take aim at the Solamnic; It was
somehow decided
for him. Khin shook his head at all these thoughts and
rushed
towards the corpse, and with a single pull reconnected with
his
beloved dagger.

Khin now had to make haste, such a crime
would undoubtedly be discovered
quickly, and it was best for him
to clear the scene. He ran out of the gates
of the city, dagger
still in hand -he had no intention of letting go of it,
even to
sheath it on his belt. All he could do now, all he could think
of
now, was to run..as far as he could. But before long, a sudden
weariness
began to take hold of him. 

Author:    Khin 
         
Date:      Thu Dec 11 08:43:39 2008
Subject    
The Knife of Dracart cont.

He began to slow down, his
mind began to weigh heavy, his vision blurred.
He finally
collapsed in a heap somewhere in the forest, not even him
knowing
where. He later recalled that the effects he had suffered
were much like
those of the red and b lue herbs he's accustomed
to acquire from shady
looking wildrunner magi. He lay there face
down in the mud, the dagger still
grasped tightly in his hand. 

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