An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Raeszor.

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 journal on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Raeszor' scribed in unearthly purple ink.

Author:    Raeszor        
Date:      Mon Nov  3
07:32:33 2008
Subject     The Lord of Gateway (Part
1)

The sun was hanging high in the sky just barely past
it's zenith as the
onyx skinned half-elf threw the last piece of
rubble into the lake. He had
been working hard for hours and it
showed upon his glistening skin as
rivulets of sweat flowed
unheadingly down his bare chest. Looking towards
the sun as he
wipes his brow with the back of his large hands he groans
over
the early hour. He quickly washes the dust and grime from
his skin in the
cool, clear waters of the lake. After washing
thouroughly he sets out to
return to the hideout he had been
brought to after joining Caius's mercenary
group. 


As he enters
the gateway leading into the now rubble free courtyard of
the
hideout, he couldn't help but notice the human mercenary who
had given him a
home walking into a small rundown building off to
the rear of the courtyard.
A small bundle of papers were tucked
under the human's arms and as he
disappears through the doorway
he cast the dark man a quick glance. 


Taking the glance as a
motion of summons from the leader of the band,
Raeszor decided to
follow the human into the deteriorating building. As he
crossed
the threshhold of the door Raeszor couldn't help but catch a
quick
glance of a large, white feathered blur fly suddenly from
the shadows of the
courtyard where Caius had recently been. Once
inside the cramped
single-roomed stone house a strong scent of
musty papers and old blood
assaulted the tall pointy-earred man's
senses. A vision of this palce being
used as a makeshift
infirmary at one time flitted through Raeszor's mind
quickly and
passed just as fast. He came back to the present as he
noticed
Caius watching him patiently from behind a small rickety
desk loaded with
parchments and piles of coins. 

"Just who I
was hoping to see.", Caius saod as he leaned back in his
wooden
chair.

"The clearing of the courtyard is complete and
we should have the hideout
liveable shortly.", I
replied.

"Good. Good. I have need of your talents on another
job Raeszor.", the human
stated as he pulled a rolled parchment
from below the desk. "This was just
recently brought to my
attention earlier today. A township not to far from
here has
contracted me to aid them in a problem they are having with
their
lord." 

Handing the parchment to his waiting subordinate
Caius continued, "The
details of the town's issues are written
within. Your mission will be to
'handle' this lord quietly and
without notice." Reaching into a wooden box
on the desk the
human withdrew a stark white feather slightly over eight
inches
long. "You are to turn the feather red with his blood and
return this
to me."

Taking the feather with his free hand
Raeszor spoke confidently, "It will be
done." Placing the
scroll and feather in seperate pockets within his pack he
turned
and left to return to his chambers to prepare for the journey. 

 
(To Be Continued...)

Author:    Raeszor       

Date:      Fri Nov  7 20:59:00 2008
Subject     The Lord
of Gateway Part 2a

It had taken three days to prganize
everything for the contract. A full
day was spent on gathering
supplies that would be needed and two more days
to secure a front
as cover for the mission. Luckily a caravan of Mountain
Dwarf
merchants has recently arrived in Solace and were headed
towards
Gateway. The caravan was looking to hire on a bodyguard
due to the reults of
their previous visit to the Vallenwood
hamlet. I had heard rumors floating
about the town of Mountain
Dwarf caravans being attacked by a band of
dwarven bandits. I had
just found one of their victims in this caravan
looking to hire.
The Caravan Master explained to me how his last trip ended
in the
loss of most of his companions and all of their merchandise. I
signed
on immediately. 


Travelling in midsummer is never
pleasant, but there was a nice cool breeze
blowing through the
Vallenwoods on the morning we departed Solace. Taking
the main
highway we made good time and covered many miles without any
major
occurances, til dusk on the first day. 


As the sun began
to descend below the canopy of trees the road was cast
in
fleeting shadow and the sounds of the creatures of the night
filled the air.
Suddenly everything became quiet and the muscular
dwarven ponies pulling the
wagons began to winny and prance about
nervously. Instictively I reached for
the large battle knives
strapped to my back. As the blades cleared their
sheathes a
resounding crash and deep howls of bloodlust erupted from
the
brush on both sides of the road. 


As several dwarves rushed
onto the road, I counted nine in total, I began to
bellow orders
to the caravan I guarded. The attackers wore hardened
leather
armor and each carried twin handaxes. The leader of the
attackers stood back
as his men began to surround the wagons and
my clients. With two quick
strides I was in the midst of the
attackers my blades blurring in lines of
silver and crimson.
Before long I had cut down half of the ambushers, thier
bodies
bloody messes upon the dirt road. 

The remaining bandits began
to weave around me cautiously, the caravan
forgotten in the face
of the danger I represented. In a dance of blades and
foot two
more bandits dropped dead and another lost an arm. The
remained
assailant was rewarded with a blinding gash across both
eyes and a broken
nose from a follow up smash from my elbow.
Noticing his troop was severely
at a disadvantage against a large
and skilled opponent he sounded a retreat
and fled into the cover
of the trees. His living followers followed suit, if
not much
more slowly and clumsily. 

It only took a few minutes to clear
the road of the carnage I had wrought
upon those that would have
liked to have done the same to us. We were all
ready to leave the
scene as quickly as possible, there was no telling who
would come
along and ask questions.

The last days of the trip went by in a
lull of uneventfulness and we arrived
in Gateway just shy of
three days from our departure from Solace. The
Caravan Master
handed me a pouch of steel coins, much heavier then that that
had
been agreed upon. He told me it was a reward for my valiant
efforts to
protect his people and wares. We parted ways at the
gates, they turned
towards the Market Place as I turned to head
out in search of an Inn located
close to the Lord's Manor. 
 
 

(To Be Continued...)
 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z
Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'