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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Khin.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Khin' scribed in glowing red ink.

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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