An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Krullaby.

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)

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Astinus gently places a heavy platinum-covered book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Krullaby' scribed in deep yellow ink.

Author:    Krullaby       
Date:      Tue Sep 16
13:56:23 2014
Subject     Krullaby, not your average
Kender

Krullaby shook his head in disgust, watching
some of his kindred. All his
life, he was told about Wanderlust,
the period of wandering and growing,
that kenders do when they
get old enough. It signifies a time that a young
kender was ready
to begin his lifelong journey. The problem is that he has
never
experienced any desire to go wander aimlessly around the
countryside.


His true wish was to learn how to use a sword.
Well not just any sword, his
sword.

The young kender would
secretly watch the Solamnic knights practicing
against each
other, their sharp blades a blur as each attack was
miraculously
parried and riposted. One day after all the training finished
for
the day, Krullaby saw something shiny lying on the ground. It was
a
short sword, its blade twisted. Amazed at his good fortune, the
kender found
a scrap of leather and hung the weapon at his hip.


Returning to his home, Krullaby was soon greeted by cackles and
hooting.
Look, there goes Krullaby, a knight wannabe. His sword
isnt even a proper
weapon, so bent that it might skewer himself.
Hiding the sword under his
bed, he prayed to the gods for someone
who might fix his blade.

But time passed and Krullaby never wore
the sword again. When he was deemed
ready, like a obedient son,
he joined Wanderlust clan, trying his best to
fit in and make his
family proud. The day that he joined was indeed
memorable. The
clan house, if you could call it that, was empty and full
of
twists and turns. Within minutes, Krullaby was hopelessly
lost.

It was as if he never got the cleaver gene - he was
clueless at solving
riddles - perhaps in his previous life he was
born a blond. Yelling loudly
until his throat was sore, Krullaby
couldnt find a soul who would help him.


Blushing with
embarrassment and humiliation, he could only imagine what
the
other kenders would say when they find out that he couldnt
even find a way
out of the clan house. Krullaby could almost see
the look of disappointment
in his fathers eyes. Praying to all
the gods to release him, the kender feel
into a deep sleep.

The
next day, the kender woke to the sounds of voices. Rubbing the
sleep
from his eyes, Krullaby dropped his chin in astonishment.
The gods had heard
him and granted his wish. Wandering around the
town aimlessly, he heard the
sound of hammering up ahead. As he
drew closer he could see the sign - Ammal
Broadcrest - I repair
anything.

Krullaby entered the door, the heat from the forge was
intense, even from
the doorway. In a loud voice, Master, would
you help me?

Just when the kender was ready to yell even louder,
the hammering stopped
and the old man turned to the door, facing
Krullaby, the keen pale blue eyes
seemingly taking in every
detail of the kender. 

In a loud but not unpleasant voice, Ammal
asked, How may I help a young
kender? Your kind doesnt usually
venture into my shop.

Krullaby pulled his twisted sword out from
his pack, laying it down before
the repairer. Master, could you
fix my sword? I found it and would hope to
learn to use it
properly.

The elderly Master took the sword into his scarred
hands. Well, the blade is
twisted but made of good metal. I could
remake the sword for you. Now stand
properly. Let me measure
you.

Krullaby stood in the best imitation of the fighting stance
of Solamnic
Knights, but felt as ackward as a newborn colt. Ammal
didnt say anything
though, but his eyes never seemed to miss any
detail.

The sword is too heavy for you. I will shorten the
blade, reforming the grip
to fit your smaller hands. Then Master
Ammal shook his head. Well the
Knights or those Dragon Army types
wont take anyone like you. No offense,
but you arent trained yet
and their gear would drown you.

Sighing deeply, the kender
nodded in agreement, not saying anything in
reply. But then
Master Ammal continued, But there are other opportunities
for
someone with determination and willing to work hard. Return here
in a
fortnight. Your sword will be done. In the mean time, go
explore the town.
Check out the docks and shops. There might be
openings in the Mercenaries or
Mariners.

Offering a prayer of
thanks to the gods, Krullaby began to explore
Palanthas,
searching for the next chapter in his lifes journey.

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