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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Makarth.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Makarth' scribed in faded green ink.

Author:    Makarth        
Date:      Thu Dec 11 05:02:28 2008
Subject     The Knife of Dracart

Somewhere in the Solamnic Plains, Makarth lounges on a large pillow, by a
fellow Priest of the Lord of Decay, in a large, marble ovalular room. Two
guards, one a hobgoblin, the other a Theiwar, stand over them. Makarth takes
a puff from his pipe and turns to the cleric. "There is something brewing, I
felt it in my prayers yesterday" The cleric looked at him curiously and said
"oh? what do you mean?". Makarth blew a series of smoke rings and then let
out "I'm not sure...a dark force, something uncontained". The cleric smiles
and said "That may have just been me, I had a bit too many beans the other
night and could not contain myself". Makarth chuckled loudly and took
another puff from his pipe. Just at that moment, a Daegar guard came rushing
in and hurriedly let out "Lord Makarth! There is a footsoldier of the
dragonarmy miling outside!". He began panting heavily as he had not yet
caught his breath "He carries a scrollcase".

The cleric beside Makarth immediately raised himself, his eyes in alarm. The
two guards standing over them look at each other in confusion. Makarth
smiled towards the cleric and said "Relax, ofcourse the Dragonarmies have
spies in our midsts" as if imparting a fact which the cleric should have
been aware. Makarth turned to the Daegar guard and said coldly "Fire an
arrow into his heart and bring me the scrollcase". The guard then
immediately rushed out of the room. Makarth then turned to the cleric and
said "This may have something to do with what I saw in my prayers." 

Minutes later, the Daegar guard returned with a scrollcase and handed it to
Makarth. Makarth nodded to the guard, who subsequently bowed and left the
room. Makarth then took the lid off the scrollcase, emptied it of its
contents, and began perusing the scroll carefully. The cleric began to eye
him with immense curiosity; The two guards standing over them once again
looked at eachother dimly. 

"It seems the Dragonarmies have misplaced something, and require our
assistance" Makarth finally let out with an amused grin on his face. "They
want us to help retrieve it before the Righteous Knights get a hold over it"
Makarth continued. The cleric looked at him suspiciously, "Could it not be a
ruse?" he cleverly stated. Makarth nodded, "We will have to learn more of
this before we act" he said as he began to ponder. Makarth began to whisper
some words of prayer, and suddenly coming out of his trance, turned to one
of the guards and said "Send word to our friend in Sanction, ask him to
retrieve any information he can about a special artifact. Go! Make haste".
With that the Theiwar rushed outside the room. The cleric then looked
towards Makarth and smiled "Our friend in the dragonarmies?". Makarth
grinned and said "What? did you think the Dragonarmies are the only ones
with spies?" 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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