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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Raelin.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Raelin' scribed in faded white ink.

Author:    Raelin         
Date:      Sun Dec 28 02:45:39
2008
Subject     Knife of Dracart: Archmage Raelin Starblade of the
Red

Two red robed magi stood in a silent courtyard, the wind chilling
their
bones. They paid the freezing cold no heed, for they had far more
important
things on their minds. A shiny blade with a curved handle lay
stationary on
the palm of a disembodied hand floating strangely in between the
two magi.

One of the wizards ventured to speak. "This is the Knife of
Dracart,
Archmage Leodas, the weapon that I have procured from the possession of
the
dark monk. I have heard of Lelthas' retirement from the Conclave and
his
relinquishment of the Order's leadership, thus I have turned to you
for
guidance in this trying time. There have been many legends regarding
this
blade, and none of them have dared take the power of the Knife lightly.
It
is a dangerous weapon."

The archmage nodded briefly in agreement but did not
speak. His brows
furrowing in intense thought. The two wizards both knew what
had to be done
with the weapon, but neither wanted to enunciate his intention. A
weapon
such as this could be used to maintain balance in the world, but no
single
mage could possibly control it. Much has been heard about the
knife's
ability to cause dissension and chaos. It must be kept out of the;
public
eye until a method was concocted to restrain and subdue the knife's
whims.
No one else must know about it. The magi did not speak, but they knew
what
the other was thinking.

So together, they cast a magical portal to realms
unknown, past where even
the most seasoned adventurer could seek. In the heights
of the eastern
Khalkist mountains and in the depths of a desolate cave, the red
robed
master and archmage erected a magical sanctuary and threw the knife far
into
it. Such was the strength of the incantation that without the concurrence
of
either of the two mages, the seal to the cave could not be opened
except
through death. Then they left, comforted in the knowledge that the Knife
was
safe, at least for
now.

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It has been three
days since the council to the Order of Lunitari first
convened in the Hall of
Mages to determine the new High Archmage of the Red.
Still, there was no
resolution but only endless bickering amongst the
power-hungry magi.

I have
felt the power of the Knife in my hands and I must contain it.
Already, the
Knife seeks to plant a creature of ambition into the leadership
of my Order --
one who would indubitably lead us into oblivion. There
appears to be only one
person I can trust.

I stood up amongst the crowd of magi and hoped that the
adrenaline-induced
courage would not suddenly leave me. "I vote aye for Archmage
Leodas to be
the next High Archmage." I inhaled a quick breath even as the magi
turned
their gazes upon me. "And I am claiming the position of Archmage." 

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