An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Oglaf.

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)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a well written novel on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Oglaf' scribed in faded green ink.

Author:    Oglaf          
Date:      Thu Mar 18
16:32:52 2010
Subject     Background

My name is Oglaf
Bloodtusk and I originally hail from a village just
outside of
Bloten. My entire life up to this point my father was a very
well
respected man in our village, however at home it was a very
different story.
He had quite a temper and quite a disdain for my
mother, why he married her
I will never know, however he would
always beat on her. She never fought
back as she feared what
repercussions there may be due to his status in the
village.


One night he came home and it was particularly bad, my mother
looked as 
if she was in so much pain.  I could no longer take
it, I had to do something.  
In a blind fit of rage I ran towards
my father and lightning bolts streaked from 
my hands, stiking
him dead.  There was a bright flash, people were sure to come

see what had happened soon.  My mother looked up at me,
distraught.

"Oglaf, son.. what.. what have you done?"

I
just stood there.. "Son, you must leave now.  Before the others

come, here take these supplies and run."

I did not want to
leave, but I knew that my mother was right.  The other 
villagers
would surely have my head.  I had to leave.  I ran out the back
door, 
through the swamp.  As I was running away from the village
I heard the screams of
my mother.  I hid behind a tree and looked
back on the village.  They were raping
her as she hung in the
center of the town.  I closed my eyes, furious.  I will one
day
come back and have my revenge.  For now however, I must figure
out how it is
that I shot lightning bolts from my
hands.

Author:    Oglaf          
Date:      Thu
Mar 18 16:42:38 2010
Subject     Background Pt II

After
running for many hours, I found a nice spot in a forest to lay
down and rest
for a while.  I lay my head down on a mossy rock
and drifted off for a while.  I
was in the middle of having a
nightmare about what happened back in the village when
I was
awoken to the sound of a small creature rummaging through my
pack.

"THIEF!!  What are you doing!"

I now realized
that it was a kender, furious I swung my staff at him, and a
small
magic missile came from my staff knocking him to the
ground.

"Ppppllease!  Don't hurt me!  I was only looking!! 
I wasn't going to actually
t-t-take anything!"

I looked at
the staff.. how did that happen?  Why are these things happening?
 The
kender noticed my look of confusion.

"Why do you look
so confused?"

"I'm not sure why these things are
happening, things keep flying out of my hands
when I get
angry."

"OH!  I know people that can help you, this one
time I was following this elf
around and he showed me to a tower
full of people that could do things like you
do.  I can show you
if you would like.  Would you like me to show you?  I would
love
to show you."

I was very reluctant to follow a kender
around, but at least he had some sort of
answer.

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