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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Larukon.

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Astinus gently places an enormous book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Larukon' scribed in deep yellow ink.

Author:  Larukon
Date    Wed Jan 23 19:33:18 2002


Subject  Setting afoot



I tried to grip my mace with my crushed hands, wrapped in cloth
and I sighed.
These hands won't be much help now a days. But I remembered old
words spoken
long ago. Time, that very thing that we all went around. Time.

Time for war has arrived. War that we have made present in, a war
that will
take time to heal, and to fight on, and armies meeting for a time
to attack.
Time will heal my wounds.

But shall there be time to heal the wounds of thoose affected by
war, only
time will tell. These thoughts of mine were interupted, as a
message arrived,
telling me that all the Clerics have arrived at their station,
and the field
is going up, thi But shall there be time to heal the wounds of
thoose affected
by war, only time will tell. These thoughts of mine were
interupted, as a
message arrived, telling me that all the Clerics have arrived at
their
station, and the field is going up, thi But shall there be time
to heal the
wounds of thoose affected by war, only time will tell. These
thoughts of mine
were interupted, as a message arrived, telling me that all the
Clerics have
arrived at their station, and the field is going up, thi But
shall there be
time to heal the wounds of thoose affected by war, only time will
tell. These
thoughts of mine were interupted, as a message arrived, telling
me that all
the Clerics have arrived at their station, and the field is going
up.

This letter was old, and i knew what must be done, I sat by the
solamnic's I
was with, and smiled, time will tell won't it...



Author:  Larukon
Date    Thu Jan 24 22:16:18 2002


Subject  HCT



Recieving a message from Lord Tillov about the HCT attacks, I
quickly went
through my mind, and thought of a way to help the solamnic's. I
was deep in
thought, when brought back by the snoring, and praying solamnic
knights.

An idea soon formed in my head, though as  long shot it may be,
it could we
their only hope..I send a message by mind to all the cleric's
positioned, and
gave the command...

Mentally, we all held hands, and becaming speaking the spidery
words of magic,
in an attempt to take over the spirit part of the castle, and
cast a massive
sleep...

We all chanted, hope in our eyes...



Author:  Larukon
Date    Sat Jan 26 12:01:07 2002


Subject  war war, when will it end?



I sat at Knight's Spur, thankful that battle has not reached us
yet, for I was
not ready, nor will I ever be, war once in your life is once too
many, but
this be the second war I've waged in.

I knew Astea's intentions, and that she had left her post, and a
smile spread
across my face, for she finally took control of her life, and was
making the
most of it. Such a spirit was good to see, for it was rare.

I longed for the end of this war, but it was my duty, to stand,
and stay
strong, to set a good example. I stood, and walked over to the
solamnic's I
was positioned with, and returned to my training.

and with a snapping of my fingers... blinding light filled the
room...



Author:  Larukon
Date    Mon Apr  8 00:49:14 2002


Subject  A New Prince.



After countless visits to various people, hours of planning, and
talking to
Trekos, I went back to my study to grumble. Since I have not
heard an answer
to my prayer in many weeks.

I walked to the end of the hall, to a double door of cherrywood,
with engraved
roses. I quickly spoke a prayer and the magical barrier was gone,
I opened my
door to find an entire suit of armor of sea dragon scales laying
on my desk.

I was astonished by the gift from my Goddess, but never being
careless about
gifts from God's, I quickly examined and tried to indentify the
armor, to no
avail..

I put on the armor that fit like a glove, and my abilities in all
aspects were
greatly increased. Soon I felt the armor shrinking, crushing me,
and I gasped
for air. A faint whisper from the armor spoke 2 words that i must
spill on my
armor each I put on the armor that fit like a glove, and my
abilities in all
aspects were greatly increased. Soon I felt the armor shrinking,
crushing me,
and I gasped for air. A faint whisper from the armor spoke 2
words that i must
spill on my armor each "innocent's blood" I muttered to myself, I
quickly left
the temple, and with a quick stroke,  a little girl was killed,
her blood
splattered on the armor, and it fit again...

Now I must spill innocent's blood on it everyday to keep my
life...The streets
of Palanthas now face the Prince of the Seas. Chosen of Zeboim.

Bloodthirster...



Author:  Larukon
Date    Mon Apr  8 11:24:28 2002


Subject  the first drop.



I was back in my study, reading scrolls about my blessed armor of
Zeboim,
which had greatly strengthened me, and also given me this curse.

It had become as if my skin, and could not come off with any
magical or normal
means. I felt the strangling of my neck once again, and I
stumbled outside the
temple and looked apon the streets.

I saw a little kid licking a lolly pop, and too pained to care if
anyone saw,
I waved my hand, and the head of the little boy exploded,
splattering blood
across the Imperial square.

Everyone scattered like lost sheep. As soon as the blood hit my
armor, the
tension was ceased. Cursing myself for not being careful, I
cloaked myself,
said a quick prayer, and walked the halls of magic to Kessa.



Author:  Larukon
Date    Sat Apr 13 00:34:48 2002


Subject  day 3+4, more blood



Beads of sweat dripped down the side of my face, as my armor was
slowly
crushing me, and changing me into a Wyrm. So after less than a
day back into
palanthas, I hit a back alley, with a young child.

The child was no more than 10, and I quickly grabbed the tiny
neck, and
SLAMMED it against a wall, using magic to explode it on impact,
causing blood
to fly many feet.

I felt the tension ease a bit....but next day..

On the fourth day, I avoided the Solamnic's rushing to the bloody
scene, and
soon went to a park, when I carefully picked a child, and led
them to some
bushes. I Against used magic, causing the skin to burn and melt
off, before
blood spewed all o On the fourth day, I avoided the Solamnic's
rushing to the
bloody scene, and soon went to a park, when I carefully picked a
child, and
led them to some bushes. I Against used magic, causing the skin
to burn and
melt off Blood leaked and spewed, releasing the binding grasp of
the armor for
another day...How long can I keep my acts hidden? Death, or worse
may come...



Author:  Larukon
Date    Sat Apr 13 17:28:33 2002


Subject  day 5



I looked around the streets, cloaked again, my life being changed
before my
eyes, if i did not act. I covered more of my face, for dragon
teeth were
starting to appear...

Grabbing a passing child quickly, i hid him in my cloak, forcing
him along
with my hand over his mouth. I finally stopped walking when in a
back alley,
near some tavern in Palanthas.

More pain flooded through my body, as my eyes started to change,
when I
quickly bit off the head of the child. the pain and awareness in
my eyes
lessened. My teeth, bloody and all, went back to their normal
shape.

Kicking the corpse over, and leaving the head roll down the
street, I strided
down the street, and ended back at the temple, for more research
on this gift
from the Sea Goddess.



Author:  Larukon
Date    Wed Jul 24 09:55:07 2002


Subject  Darkness looms over.




Looming over, the darkness came as a wave across the waters
towards the
unsuspecting forests of the wildrunner teritory near Qualinost.
Skimming
across the waters were two unholy priests who were about to reign
chaos over
the lands.

The Lich-cleric Decten and I the Sea-cleric peered over to the
waters, and
began our prayers which would soon cause many pain and suffering.
A massive
thunderstorm, a calling of Zeboim I conjurred.

The lich-cleric Decten summoned his undead warriors as he floated
across the
waters towards the land. We reached there in little time,
starting immediatly
reigning chaos, all the wildrunner and others alike fled and
we're killed
running.

I controlled lightning bolts hitting militia and clerical
buldings of the
wildrunner, then shooting down civilian buildings and individuals
alike. I
smiled briefly as Decten's warriors slaughtered everything
moving.

There was little to no resistance, and none made it out, except
for the wild
magi Llewyn, who I defeated in battle, in which the cowering Magi
fled to
another wildrunner outpost.

Let it be known, all those who follow Zeboim shall be safe, all
thoose who
will not bow to my Queen, will face the same wrath and
destruction. You have
been warned.



Author:  Larukon
Date    Mon Sep 23 18:02:45 2002


Subject  The Wrath of the Sea Queen




Many days I have prayed, without stop searching for an answer
from my Queen. I
have become the Nightlord of my order, yet my Queen ignores me?
Psyical pain
tore at me, I did not know how much longer I could do this.

Then, as she must have been reading my thoughts, my Queen came,
she gave me
strength, my wait was over. She was pleased, very pleased. The
gift would soon
me mine, what it was, it did not matter.

She layed her hand apon my shoulder, rejuvinating my body, mind
and soul. Her
strength and power flowed through me, ahh, what power it was! One
last task
was before me, Kalaman. Her wrath would be known, for I obey only
her.

I left my hurricane temple, towards the city of Kalaman. I
arrived through a
portal quite quickly, calling apon my fellow worshippers to join
in the task.
The creatures of the ocean came to me, along with an old
friend...Dakamar.

I gripped the mages hand, as he called apon our chosen beasts,
pets given to
us by the sea queen herself. My abomination, the coral being,
came to my side,
where the undead sea dragon to Dakamar's. This was only the
beginning of Her
wrath.

we then conjured a massive hurricane, ripping apart all that
stood in it's
path, the combined strength of the cleric's and the mage's
strength.

The hurricane moved towards the land, tearing apon the port,
along with the
abomination and sea dragon. The people refused to back down,
their militia
being slaughtered by the masses.

After only all their defenses were down, did the people bow and
mourn, knowing
the wrath and respect of the Sea Queen. They would learn, or they
would
suffer.



Author:  Larukon
Date    Tue Sep 24 08:00:49 2002


Subject  the defiance




I narrowed my eyes at the sight of the Dragons. The voice was not
mortal, and
whoever guarded this city, was obviously not pleased and would
put up a fight.
This was not good..I needed more undead, I needed more strength.

I told Dakamar to start preparing to act like we're going to fix
the dock, to
buy me some time to reach our goddess. This was our only hope...

I prayed "My goddess, Queen of the Seas, here me! The guardians
of Kalaman,
lead by their guardian god, has stopped us at the docks. Give me
strength to
go on! We can defeat them, but we need you to guide us oh
Queen!

Dakamar could only buy so much time, and that time was desperatly
needed for
await an answer from my queen AND time to put her advice to work
in time. I
would never give up.



Author:  Larukon
Date    Tue Sep 24 14:14:50 2002


Subject  Walrus man (no jokes :P)




The Queen gave me no sign, my time was up, I had to choose, would
I choose
wrong? I made a choice to attack. I send the waves apon waves of
the undead
sea creatures apon Kalaman. My undead sea dragons distracting the
gold
dragons.

I played to zeboim, feeling her power surge through me, conjuring
a large ball
of lightning in each hand, throwing them at the gold dragons.

The gold dragons split up, highly trained for anything it seemed.
The came
like a wave, destroying some undead, but not doing very much
damage due to my
protection spells among my undead.

seeing their attacks was useless, the dragons turned on me, my
undead sea
dragons being slaughted at their hands, even before the dragons
reached me,
dragonfear was building..

I quickly used my undead as a shield as I began to flee under the
sea, back to
my temple, before sending my undead to the seas as well.

Revenge was on my mind, bitterness of defeat, my tongue.

I came back to my temple, preparing a plan when my Queen zeboim
appeared. She
taught me a bitter but neccessary lesson. She did not plan on
intereferance,
but for my deeds she did something...

she layed her hand on my shoulder, but instead of more youthful
energy like
before, my skin changed slightly, sharp, soon to be serrated
tusks coming from
my mouth, my height changing as well.

Bulging muscles formed on me, I had become more cunning as well.
She called me
a Thanoi, what was it? I could not recall until the words
whispered in my ear.
Walrus man.



Author:  Larukon
Date    Mon Sep 30 22:11:41 2002


Subject  fight, fight everywhere!




the  crinkling of old parchment echo's listening through the
small, dark room,
the only lighting, flaming eyes from a body.

The parchment was unfurled, the plan laid on the parchment,  the
ancient
library of zeboim was small compared to many, but it comprized of
many
valuables that the dargonesti have compiled over years.

-A few minutes later- I took my personal guard with me, and a sea
dragon, and
took my way back to Kalaman again, the entire parchment's words
memorized
completely. I had no intentions of failing this time.

I arrived at Kalaman, and stared apon the city for a few hours,
my undead
patiently waiting. Soon I would start, I was within viewing
distance and that
was the whole idea...


Author:    Larukon        
Date:      Wed Aug 12
03:12:20 2009
Subject     Second chance.

I hadn't
noticed when my screams ended, for my mind wouldn't process
the
fact that unending pain had finally stopped for a moment.
Then Her voice
echoed in my head, sharp and grating, like glass
shattering. 

"Had enough yet my pet? We have an eternity yet
to go...you know how
disappointed I am in your disloyalty after
everything I've done for you."
The tension I felt melted away
and I relaxed, against my will and judgement.
There was no
fighting her power and my death was not coming no matter how
hard
I begged. I had to savour this moment before the torture began
again.
Zeboim's hand brushed along my tusk before snapping it in
half like a twig.
My body twitched as if lightning had struck me.
Pain vibrated down through
my very core, every nerve ending on
fire. 

I tried to call upon my power to burn my soul and
whatever afterlife I would
receive. There was emptyness which
bought its own pain as Zeboim watched and
enjoyed every moment of
it. A part of me realized my mind was fracturing,
breaking apart.
I knew what I did was necessary, but I hated myself for
leaving
her. Hated her curse, but hated that I thought it was a
blessing.
Knowing that I hated her and love nothing more than to
break her, Hating the
fact that I was begging for her to take me
back. I couldn't focus without
the pain, and as if on cue the
pain returned tenfold. In my arrogance I saw
Her plan unfold as I
was her best servant, being broken to once again serve
as nothing
more than a puppet. 

The pain lessened as Zeboim walked in front
of my tortured body as a
thoughtful expression crossed her face.
"You may be right my unfaithful one.
Maybe you deserve a second
chance." My heart raced in excitement and I hated
myself for
that. A look of crueltly crossed Her face and I knew pain
was
coming but I could not fight against my restraints. Leaning
in, She kissed
my forehead and my body was burning, hotter than
the Lords of Doom. Tears
streaked down my face, crying out for it
to stop, not noticing the change. 

First, my regrown tusks shot
back into my body, causing internal injuries
that felt like my
side was being ripped open. It was. Layers of skin and
muscle
burned off leaving exposed flesh. The years of agony I endured
was
nothing more than a restful night compared to having my body
melting and
ripping apart from inside and out. My screams had
changed and a dim memory
of a time before my Thanoi body
registered in my mind. 

Abruptly it all ended and all I could
understand was that my body didn't
feel right. Zeboim leaned back
and stared into my eyes, my sanity slipping
each second I looked
into the maelstrom of her eyes. "You will return, you
will
serve me. You are returned to the nothing you were before me. You
will
have to earn my privledges back. Anything less than
successful will return
you here." A new tugging sensation
starting pulling at my chest. As soon as
Zeboim leaned back I
shot upwards, from the darkest parts of the Ocean at
such speeds
that I was losing consciousness. Breaking the surface
was
breathtaking and frightening. For years I have been tortured
under darkness,
pressure and water. This sense of light and air
burned at my body and soul.


I dragged myself to shore, knowing
that I could never stray too far after
such an experience. I
layed on the beach, trying to get a sense of my old
body and
powers. I felt for the first time my actual age, as the power
that
upheld me was stripped to a glimmer of what it once was. 

Before darkness took me I had just one thought: I'm back

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