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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Phelan.

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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a leather bound tome with glowing glyphs on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Phelan' scribed in brilliant purple ink.

Author:    Phelan         
Date:      Sun Oct  3 14:34:09
2010
Subject     Discovery of Faith

I stood in the shadows observing
as the anger and frustration washed over
him before he could call upon his magic
to smite his foes. He looked pleased
with himself for tearing apart the enemies
he fought and yet I knew he was
doomed. Once the elders learned of the source of
his power he would be cast
out into the world where no-one would protect him or
watch his back. It
saddened me to know that another in the line of Silvanos
would be lost to
the darkness that consumed the world.

I had tried to help him
back on to the path of the good and righteous but he
had looked down on me with
contempt. His thoughts were clearly visible, even
to one untrained as I, who was
I to instruct a noble from the sacred
bloodline on the process required to gain
the inner calm required to become
a great sorcerer.

I watched as the elders
closed on him and bound him with magic before taking
him to the inner sanctum
where he would be cast out from the forest and his
name struck from the line of
Silvanos.

I didn't have any time to dwell on what became of him as I was soon
enrolled
into the House Protectors as an initiate. We spent long hours each
day
practicing weapons skills and doing defensive drills before going out on
all
night patrols. The days blurred into each other and we all learned to
sleep
when and where the opportunity presented itself.

Days turned into weeks
and weeks into months and soon we were sent out on
real patrols where sleep was
a scarce commodity and all the skills we had
learned were eventually put to use.


None of us were prepared for it when it finally happened, our first
real
combat. We were patrolling the northern border of the forest when we
were
attacked by a horde of goblins, returning from a hunt deeper in the
forest.
Somehow our tracker and theirs had missed each other in the thick
forest, as
we moved on perpendicular paths and we met with the returning
hunters.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and yet so quickly too,
swords
and daggers were drawn by both sides and a bloody skirmish ensued.
Luckily
we slay their leader before he could rally the goblins into a
proper
fighting force and they broke, leaving the deer they had come for and
ran
towards the border of the forest. Had we not had a level headed leader
we
would have followed them and possibly been ambushed by a properly
prepared
goblin force.

The groaning of a comrade broke me from the combat
trance I had been sucked
in to and instinctually I started treating his wounds.
He had been stabbed
several times buy a goblin spear and their filthy daggers. I
knew his wounds
were beyond any of our skills to bind and yet I did not give up
hope. Gently
laying my hands on his wounds I prayed to the blue phoenix to spare
his
life. No one was more shocked than I when a blue glow seemed to enshroud
me
and divine energy flowed through my body into him. 

Author:   
Phelan         
Date:      Sat Oct 23 19:09:09 2010
Subject     An
unexpected transfer - pt 1

"Phelan, " corporal Althinos barked
across the barracks "the lieutenant
wants to see you."

"Yes corporal,
I'll report immediately."

A commoner like me, he was fair man but hard to
read, unlike the lieutenant,
a very young noble, who had not yet learned to mask
his emotions and still a
stickler for protocol and dress code. I straightened my
tunic and made sure
all the buckles were correctly fastened on my breastplate
before heading to
his office to report.

Knocking on the door I waited for
Lieutenant Terinani to give permission for
me to enter. I was about to leave
when I heard his chair scrape back and he
called out "enter!" rather
loudly.

"Soldier Phelan reporting Sir, " I said after stepping in and
saluting him
and then waited to be told to stand at ease.

Returning the salute
he looked me up and down critically with a look of
disdain on his face before
picking up a folder on his desk. "These are your
transfer orders. I'm not sure
who authorised them but they are all in order.
You are to leave with the trade
caravan headed to Qualinost in three days
time."

He handed me the forms I
would need to get all the documents processed and
dismissed me with a brisk
salute. Leaving his office quickly and quietly I
made my way back to the
barracks.

"What do you have there?" asked corporal Althinos, startling me
despite him
asking the question quietly.

"My transfer papers, " I replied
while hand them to him, still confused as
to how this had happened, "I'm sure
I never put in for a transfer and yet
here are my orders to travel with the
Qualinost trade caravan and report for
duty in the Qualinost Wildrunner
core."

"Never mind the how, " he said with a mischievous twinkle in his
eye, "this
is an opportunity you can not miss. Unlike here the Qaulinost
Wildrunners do
not only promote nobles to the rank of officer and perhaps one
day you can
do your family proud by serving in their army."

"Go now and
pack, you have a lot of preparation to do for the journey ahead
but don't forget
you still need to right that report from last weeks
patrol." 

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