An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Raphael.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? Off 65 80.'
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Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a tattered paperback on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Raphael' scribed in light maroon ink.

Author:    Raphael        
Date:      Fri Apr  2
01:39:08 2010
Subject     A sons Betreyal.

A young,
handsome man walks through the streets of Palanthas. Every
once
and again he slices someones coin purse and retrieves the
coins from inside.
He strides down the road toward his families
manor. He wore a lose
sleeveless shirt and tight leather pants. A
rapier hung off his left hip and
he had various daggers on him.
He was supposed to be at school his father
put him in but the
streets were more fun. He walks into the gate of his
families
estate and starts up to the steps. The doors burst open and
an
older muscled man, a few years older than Raphael came
charging out of the
door. "Raphael! You went too far!" 

He yells
as he draws his broad bladed sword and swings at Raphael,
who
easily jumps back out of the way, his rapier whistling out if
its sheath.
"Why whatever are you talking about Brother dearest?"
He says with a grin
and flourishes his rapier. "You know damn
well what I mean Raphael. You made
a fool of me for the last
time!" Marcus yells as he charges again, swinging
his sword at
Raphael again. Who easily dodges the blade and dances away
from
Marcus, leaving a light cut on the big mans arm.

Marcus
bellows again and charges. Raphael spins past Marcus and in the
same
motion draws a dagger. He stabs Marcus in the side as he
charges past him
and watches as he falls to his knees, holding
his side. "You should of known
you are no match for me, Brother
Dearest. You are fat, stupid and quite
ugly. Good bye." He says
as he grabs a handful of his brothers hair and
lifts his chin up,
placing the edge of his rapier against his brothers neck.
Two
guards come crashing out of the door way, followed by an old
man,
walking with a cane. The guards rush down the stairs and
Raphael grins
before quickly jerking the rapier across his
brothers neck and jumping
back.

For being so young, Raphael was
quite good with his Rapier. He was fast and
light on his feet,
easily dancing around the guards, inflecting small wounds
on them
before finally finishing them. Sighing disdainfully, he crosses
his
hands behind his back, his rapier dripping blood as he walked
toward the old
man. "Well, Father?" The old man shakes his head.
"You are a disgrace
Raphael. Get out of my sight." He says,
glaring at his son. Raphael frowns
with mock regret, then his
rapier flashes through the air and blood erupts
from his fathers
neck.

"Have a care, Ol Chap. You seem to be bleeding." He says
cheerfully as he
pushes the old man down the stairs and walks
into the house. Within minutes
the City Guard march into the
house. One of the windows on the second floor
burst open and
Raphael comes flying out of it into a tree. He deftly
moves
through the tree and leaps into the roof of a near by
house, all the while
laughing gaily. He stands on the roof of the
house for a moment and then
turns into the shadows, where he
would be accepted. 

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