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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Reiner.

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Author:  Reiner
Date    Sat Dec 22 18:23:30 2001


Subject  Quest



Reiner's frustration at his defeat by the solamnic knight grew as
he struggled
to control his anger. I must have more power, i must.

throwing his arms up in frustration he he sat with his head in
his hands
thinking to himself then he remembered what the renegade had said
to him.

"if..i..had..the sword..greed you wouldnt have had a chance."He
died, but the
proposition of such power able to destroy one such as myself...?
"hrm i must
find this sword" and with that he withdrew an undecyperable note
from his
pocket which was tucked into the pocket of the renegade.

perhaps this has a clue to the whereabouts of the sword.Maby i
shall visit the
forest.


Reiner Avondale



Author:  Reiner
Date    Tue Mar 12 20:17:07 2002


Subject  Denied !



Reiner walks the streets of sanction depressed and stupified.
He thought
that it was takhisis's will that he join the ranks of the thorn,
but
apparently it was not.

His anger came in outbursts tantroms you might say and it showed
by shooting
forth from his fists and crackeling through his robes searing his
flesh.

He diddnt care, he had nothing: his magic was fleeting, the gods
tormented him
still, and soon he would not be able to sense the renegade
hunters of the
bloodmages of whom he'd deserted.

The Blood mages had followed him through their magic, he could
sense them, but
had thus far avoided contact "It isss only a matter of time."
he thought
to himself "They will ssseek me sssoon. My death shall be
ssslow and
painfull to make an example of me of thisss i am sssure." It
was dark now,
he had wandered for hours. Surveying his surroundings he realized
that he had
unconciously wandered out of the city.

Things skuttled about in the night and made noises as he passed
occaisonaly he
came upon one he couldnt distinguish, but kept walking none the
less.

He sought shelter from the night and as he came upon a seemingly
abandoned
cave a cold skelital hand settled upon shoulder...

Reiner Avondale [  Renegade  ]



Author:  Reiner
Date    Mon Apr  1 15:20:32 2002


Subject  Denied: continued



The boney hand on Reiner's shoulder tightened .Reiner turned
around, his eyes
were livid. He pushed the gauntleted hand away and glared darkly
at the form
within the enterance to the cave.

Others had sought his help in the past few days, an order of mage
hunters,
conclave skum. Reiner had pledged himself to the order of mage
hunters, at
least under the light of sargonas he practice his magic.

He had remained in his cave for the last few weeks. He was still
depressed and
disenheartened by his denial, and though he had joined the order
of mage
hunters his heart had not joined with him and thusly his
contributions from
his dank cave were nill. The owner of the hand backed away
slightly at the
look in the draconian's eyes. He was a knight, Squire to Lord
Nekros, whom
Reiner had meet in a local tavern weeks before.

Their meeting was somewhat productive as Nekros' had put in a
good word for
him to the Highest Ranking leaders of the Knight Hood. The word
had not,
apparently, been enough as Reiner had still been denounced by the
council.

Infuriated, he left the city and took up residence in a small
cave, where he
planned on dieing at the hands of the tormentors of the conclave.
The conclave
was growing weak and did not recognise their chance to get rid of
the
renegade.

During this time an ambassidor of the newly formed group of mage
hunters
enlisted his aide with promises of power and vengance. He allied
himself with
the group and drew his power from their patron Sargonas.

Promises of power bound reiner to his new god, but he still
secretly sought
the knighthood which had denied him, the dreams were so Alluring
and so
Convicing that he could not simply remove these ambitions from
his mind.

Reiner turned on the figure "yesss, what issssit ?." The
squire squirmed
but his courage held "A message from my lord Nekros," Reiner
inturupted
"The Knight ?". "Yes hes had some trouble locating you..."

"Lets see," The squire produced a scroll from a pouch within
his armor and
placed it on a rock, not wanting to get too near the creature
"Leave". The
squire hurried away, dust kicking up behind his horse as he left.

The Letter maintained that the Dark Queen's intentions were never
as obvious
as they seemed, and said that if his devotion was unwavering, and
he became
selfless in serving her, there may still be hope.

The message reawoken something inside of him. He vowed to cut all
ties with
Sargonas and serve the Dark Queen as best as he thought best.
Ambitions are a
strange thing, they can push you to glory or they can push you to
death.


Reiner [ Renegade ]

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