An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Ralleos.

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Astinus gently places a miniscule pocket book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Ralleos' scribed in dark maroon ink.

Author:    Ralleos        
Date:      Thu Oct  1 22:41:49 2009
Subject     Going out into the world.

A young man circles an older man, a look of pure hatred on his face. The
boy, Ralleos Von Drake, was training with his father Meric, who was a cruel
man who often beat Ralleos for the slightest mistake. Granted, Ralleos had
be come a decent fighter because of this, but he hated his father with a
passion. With a grunt, Ralleos jumps forward, swinging his wooden sword at
his father in an arc. Meric deflects the blow and sends Ralleos spinning
with a massive blow to the face. Ralleos hits the ground hard and curses,
wiping blood off his lip. "Youre Pathetic, boy. Theres no way you came from
my loins." Meric says as he spits on the ground and turns to walk away.

Uttering a curse as he stands, Ralleos pulls a dagger out of his boot and
leaps forward, plunging the dagger into Merics side. He pulls his father
close. "Tell me, am I pathetic now father?" He whispers as he wrenches the
dagger back and forth in his fathers back. He pushes the man forward and
Meric stumbles before falling to his knees, holding the massively bleeding
wound in his side. Ralleos walks calmly over to where his sword was and
draws it from the sheath. "You..no good.." Meric starts to say but his words
are cut off as Ralleos sword passes through his neck. Ralleos watches as his
fathers head soars through the air and lands face down in the dirt.

He spits on the beheaded body before turning and walking away. He cleans the
blood off his blade and sheathes it before moving into the house and
gathering his belongings. With what he needed in a pack on his back, he
grabs a torch and tosses it into the house before shutting the door. He was
free now, at least free from his father. Another had been calling to him, in
his dreams and in his heart. With a smirk he pulls his hood up over his head
and walks off into the world, the house up in flames behind him. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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