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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Relgath.

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Author:          Relgath
Date    Mon Jul 17 20:00:25 2006
Subject  Journal

My life was uneventful until recently.  I spent most of my time chasing
rats and torturing them.  Recently, I came upon a cavern that I had never
explored before.  I was chasing a rat and I heard noises coming from a dark
cavern deep in the deapths of Krynn.  I investigated the noise and found a
man wearing dirty robes in a makeshift laboratory.  I never felt a liking
for my fellow dwarves, but after seeing this man doing magical experiments
on my kin, I felt the need to enact my revenge.  I knew that this man could
easily catch me and experiment on me so I stayed out of his view.  I hid
for weeks watching him work and waiting for my chance to put my dagger in
his back.  My hatred for him grew as each day passed, but his magic
intrigued me.

I noticed that he came at the same time each day, sometimes with another
captured victim.  I felt a connection to the other dwarves being captured
even though I would not risk letting them go.  I knew that I could release
them from there cages when he had gone, but that would prevent my final
revenge because he would know that I had been there.  Instead, I began
going there after he left at night and studied his texts.  I found that I
had a natural talent for magic and became fond of the power that it gave
me.  I felt my power growing and the call of Nuitari beckoned me to seek
more power.  Before I could travel to learn more magic, I needed to
complete my revenge.

I prepared myself to take on this man, but I knew that my plan had to be
perfect.  I would not risk being captured.  I set many traps along the
cavern of my escape.  If my blade did not kill him my traps surely would. 
Then I set one trap with a large net in the laboratory.  I knew this man
was not in Nuitari's favor. His experiments did no good for magic, so he
deserved death more than anyone. His last day in the laboratory, I set the
trap in motion which bound his hands. I immediately pounced on top of him
to stop any words of magic.  I tied him up, including tieing his mouth
closed.  After he was tied up, I realized that I could slice his throat
while he watched me.  A better idea came to mind, I could see how much he
could bleed.  I tortured him for ten days using his own blood to add to my
own magical power.  With each drop of blood, I said a prayer to Nuitari. 
He died on the Day of Mithrik, 35th the Month of Dry-Anvil, a pity since I
had fun plans for him that day.  I now make my way in search of the
Conclave of Wizards to gain all that Nuitari has to offer and vow to kill
all who intend harm on any dwarf.

Relgath Htagler.

Author:    Relgath        
Date:      Fri Oct  6 23:21:56 2006
Subject  Itch

Walking through Wayreth forest, I was trying to get away from the studies in 
the tower.  I started getting the itch for adventure, I prayed to Nuitari for
guidance.  Nuitari granted a wolf to guide me out of the forest.  The wolf 
showed me to the City of Tarsis.  I met with an Ogre there, his name or the 
meeting place are unimportant.  The Ogre claimed that followers of the Dark 
Queen have not only ignored the laws of magic but are walking about as if 
they were not criminals.  I figured if someone needs to teach a lesson to 
show the unlimited power of Nuitari.  I released the wolf and kneeled down 
again.  This time a falcon came to my aid.  The falcon searched for the 
criminals and led me to the High Clerist Tower.  I am not used to so much 
surface travel, this was tiring.  I stumbled toward the tower looking for
signs of the Arcane.  I should have rested before heading into the tower.  
Not prepared for battle just yet, I was met face to face with an ugly 
woman speaking words of magic.  She was not wearing the robes I am used to 
seeing in Wayreth.  I informed her of her crimes and advised her that 
she should obey the laws and follow the true path of Nuitari.  Again the 
words of magic came from her lips.  As the acid burned my flesh, I fleed 
quickly.  I used the last of my rose petals gathering some followers to
aid me against this foe.  I tracked her again and gave her no opportunity 
to attack first.  I quaffed a potion and cast my own acid in her direction.  
Next I cast spell after spell in her direction, she pleaded for mercy.  A 
weaker mage may have fallen for her tricks and stopped the assult.  I had 
her weak and crying.  I continued my assult until she fell unconscious.  
After her cries stopped, I decided that she needed more of a lesson.  I 
knew that she would know the power of Nuitari once I was finished.  I 
tied her to the gate of the High Clerist Tower.  I reached into my robes 
and pulled out a rat.  I bent his tail in half until it broke, he tried 
to bite me on my hand.  I released the rat on my new prisoner.  The rat 
bit her numerous times, her robes, that were evidence of her crimes, fell 
from her body.  I pulled out a quill and dipped it in her blood.  A 
sign on the wall, written by my hand read as follows:
Nuitari's power has no bounds, follow the laws of magic or the lesson 
will be forced.

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