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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Leonhardt.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Leonhardt' scribed in brown ink.

Author:    Leonhardt      
Date:      Sat Aug  7
02:16:28 2010
Subject     Leonhardt
background

Leonhardt uth Roslin was born to Roslin and
Karina Whitemantle in the
small village of Gander in the solamnic
province of Coastlund. His father a
retired solamnic knight of
the rose and his mother the daughter of the local
smith were
coming home from a trip to Elkholm with their son when
two
bandits fell upon them. Roslin told his wife to take their
son and hide in
the wagon Karina grabbed Leonhardt by the arm and
ran for the wagon. Roslin
dispatched one of the bandits with a
parry and countered with a slash to the
abdomen while looking for
the second he heard a scream. He turned to see
Karina lying over
the edge of the wagon with a crossbow bolt protruding from
her
back. Running to the wagon he saw his wife shielding their
child
glancing around he saw the bandit who shot her fleeing on
horseback he moved
to follow when he heard his wife gasp and
returned to her. As she lay in the
wagon life slipping away from
her she made Roslin vow to protect their child
and ensure he
grows to be an honorable man like his father. Leonhardt spent
his
childhood days working in his fathers forge delivering shipments
to
customers around town and attending his school lessons. But by
far his
greatest pleasure was the time each day his father
alloted to his martial
training. Today his father had decided
they would begin with the sword
tossing his son a wooden training
sword he saluted and began to advance.
Leonhardt circled his
father studying him looking for any weakness or
opening to
exploit, he saw one such opening about half way up his
fathers
left leg and attacked. His father easily dodged the
assault and slapped him
on the backside with the flat of his
sword saying "Think first boy if the
opening looks too tempting
its probably for a reason." Moving away from his
father he began
to circle again seeing another similar opening on his
fathers
left arm he began to lunge for it. His father sighed and moved
to
block the attack only to find his son had dove forward rolling
behind him as
he turned he came face to face with his sons sword
swinging up at him. He
managed to parry the attack just in time
and kicked his son in the chest
knocking him to the ground.
Laughing he said "Much better boy your starting
to learn to how
to use that thing." Offering his son a hand he helped him to
his
feet and they began again. The years passed and as all things do
Roslin
had grown old as he lay in his bed preparing for his final
journey Leonhard
sat beside him holding his hand. "Father please
dont die." said Leonhardt
Roslin looked up at his son smiling and
said "Worry not son death is a debt
we all must pay and your
mother needs me more than you do you have grown
into a fine man I
am proud of you." his hand slips from Leonhardts and he is
gone.


Author:    Leonhardt      
Date:      Wed Aug
11 07:34:42 2010
Subject     The path to
knighthood.

The rain was falling heavily on the head of
Leonhardt today matching his
somber mood. In the small cemetary
of Gander today his father Roslin is
being laid to rest beside
his wife Karina. The simple wooden casket in which
he now sleeps
is covered with beautiful carvings of two entwined golden
roses.
Leonhardt stands over the casket silently thinking of all the
times
he shared with his father and a tear slides down his cheek.
After everyone
has said their goodbyes and Roslin is buried
Leonhardt places a rose on his
parents grave says a prayer for
them and turns to leave.

As he approaches the cemetary gate he
hears someone say you look so much
like him. Turning he sees a
man wearing the armor of a solamnic knight. The
man introduces
himself as Gareth uth Bronan Roslins brother. He says he came
to
visit his brother and arrived last night after hearing about
Roslins
death he felt he should speak with Leonhardt. He tells
Leonhardt that when
his father retired he gave the family sword
and shield to Gareth wanting to
keep him safe. He asks what
Leonhardt plans to do now will he stay and
remain the village
smith or is there something else he wants to do.
Leonhardt says
he honestly does not know what he is going to do now that
his
family is gone.

Leonhardt sighs and says he would like to
see more of the world as he has
never left Coastlund but a part
of him is afraid. Gareth asks if he has ever
given any thought to
following in his fathers footsteps and joining the
knighthood.
Leonhardt says he admits he has thought of doing that before
but
he could not leave his father and now that his father is gone
he would not
know how to go about it. Gareth smiles saying I will
be setting off for
Palanthas in two days if you like you can
accompany me. Leonhardt looks up
into the sky for a moment and
says he needs to give it some thought and he
will give Gareth his
decision in the morning.

Leonhardt awakens as the sun shines in
on him through the window of his
home. Standing up he gets
dressed and packs up some supplies and a few
momentoes of his
life here. Opening his front door he leaves his home to
meet
Gareth and head for Palanthas to begin his new life. After about
four
weeks of travel he gazes in awe at the size and beauty of
the city of
Palanthas for the first time. 

Author:   
Leonhardt      
Date:      Thu Sep  2 10:08:42
2010
Subject     The unknown past.

Sitting at a table
in the Broken Blade inn Leonhardt and Gareth were
talking over a
meal. "Why have we stopped uncle we are almost in
Palanthas?"
Leonhardt asked. "How much do you know about our
family line Leonhardt?"
asked Gareth.

"What do you mean? I know
father was a respected knight but I did not even
know father had
a brother untill I met you." Replied Leonhardt. Gareth
chuckles
"I see, He never did like to talk about it but you father was
a
noble and so am I and so are you." Leonhardt looked at his
uncle with an
expression of shock "What do you mean father was a
noble he never said
anything about it?" "I mean just what I said
our family has blood ties to
the Crownguard family. said Gareth.
"Why did father never mention this?
Leonhardt asked.

"Your
father never really liked the idea of being a noble he felt it
had no
bearing on a mans worth." Gareth said with a chuckle. "But
if you really
want to follow in your fathers footsteps and become
a knight of the rose you
will need to know." said Gareth. Handing
Leonhardt a small bundle wrapped in
cloth he said "Present this
to the knighthood when we meet them and above
all be respectful."
Nodding Leonhardt opened the bundle to reveal a small
disk marked
with a coat of arms he had never seen before. What is this?
Asked
Leonhardt. "Its the Crownguard family seal it will establish
your
bloodline put it away untill we arive. Answered Gareth
Nodding Leonhardt
wrapped up the seal and placed it into his
pack. Gareth drop a few coins on
the table and stood saying
"Alright lets be on our way." 

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