An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rodin.

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 book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rodin' scribed in earth-colored grey ink.

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Thu Feb 22 13:41:53 2007
Subject     Path of Martial Artist Part  I

Rodin was born in to a small Kagonesti community living in
Solace. He was a
pretty normal child in many ways, he loved to play and fight and
wrestle with
other small children of his age. He loved also running and all
manner of games
that strained him physically. From young age he idolized warriors
that
performed amazing moves in carnivals. But even more he idolized
martial
artists that had superior control over their minds and bodies.

Many times after carnivals he went to visit these wandering
martial artists
and asked them to teach him something. Some did, but many didnt
they just told
him to train his physical fitness and learn how to control his
own mind and
body first. Rodin was frustrated he didnt want that, he wanted to
be able to
do sommersaults and superior kicks and throws. But soon he
realized that if he
really wanted learn he should obey these masters, of course he
didnt know that
those man that performed in carnivals were just showmen with not
much of a
skill at all, if he would want to learn something And then he
trained and
always when carnival showed up in Solace Rodin was there to ask
advices. And
many of the showmen taught him all kinds of fancy kicks and
throws But as his
skills grew he also came more aggressive against others and Rodin
and some
bigger boys in the gang started bullying other kids and cause all
sort of
disorder around Solace. They got many times in trouble with the
town watch and
sometimes some of them got arrested.

When Rodin go arrested for first time his parents went mad, there
was a big
fight which led to Rodin leaving his home and starting life in
the streets. He
drank a lot and was arrested many times. His life had no
direction until one
day one of the leaders of local criminal gang asked Rodin to work
for him. He
promised easy jobs and great rewards so Rodin accepted. They told
him that he
had been recruited because the gang had heard of his great
fighting skills and
physical fitness. At this time the young elf was in bad shape
from some years
of drinking, but when he started training in the ranks of thieves
his fitness
went up quickly and his martial skills grew his days were full of
training
because in this profession one mistake could lead to death. His
job was
simple, as the skills of trapping and ambushing had been taught
to him as a
child so it was his job to plan and organize ambushes in the
roads near
solace. With his fighting skills he could always help if it
looked the mission
didnt go as planned.

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Fri Feb 23 04:38:08 2007
Subject     Path of Martial Artist  II

Rodins life continued inside the gang. They ambushed people
traveling to
solace, but Rodin was glad about. But sometimes they needed to
fight and
sometimes the fights didnt go as planned. Once they ambushed a
lone man and
his wife which they had gotten false information that they were
rich. It
happened that the man was a knight of Solamnia and put up a good
fight. The
knight killed some of them and the fight ended by Rodin sneaking
up behind the
knight and stabbing him to back. It was first ever kill of Rodin
and he was
terrified by it, he began thinking things on a new way, had he
really went
this down. But Rodin was afraid to leave the gang and he still
had a pretty
nice life inside it so he decided not to do anything, but he also
tried to
avoid ambushes where they would have to fight and kill. But it
seemed that now
people traveling to solace had started hiring mercenaries to
protect them and
the gang needed to fight more often. Once Rodin was really near
losing his
life when they ambushed a man that wore very expensive clothes
and was
traveling alone. They didnt see anything strange in that, just
thought man was
a little reckless. They never thought that the man could be a
mage. It only
came to Rodins thoughts when a fireball exploded next to him
almost killing
him. It was the most tough experience of his entire life. He was
in bed for
almost two months, too weak to get up. When he was strong enough
to get up he
started training harder that he had ever before He had been so
close to death
that he would never want to be again he was just an young elf
only 80 years
old and he had entire life in front of him. Then some two years
after this
when they were in their normal ambush point near solace an old
human man
walked in the road near the place of ambush. The highest ranking
thief, a
hobgoblin, decided they could have some fun with this man. The
hobgoblin
officer stepped to road in front of the old man, lazily swinging
with his huge
sword. I would like you to give us all your items of value the
hobgoblin
started talking. The man made no sign of hearing the words or
even seeing the
hobgoblin and just continued his walk on the road. The hobgoblin
raised his
sword if you will not stop old timer I will cut your head from
your shoulders.
Still the man just continued his walk. The hobgoblin swung a
strike that would
have cut the man in half if the man had still been there.
Incredibly quick the
man rolled under the sword and hit the hobgoblin with a punch
that seemed to
be powerless. But powerless it wasnt, the thief dropped to
ground, dead.
Seeing how easily their leader had been won many of the thieves
fled. But some
stayed to fight, the old timer won them easily. In the end only
Rodin stood
against the man:  so young elf do I need to beat you too . No!
Rodin called
out, I saw how easily you won those man, when I was young I
idolized martial
arts and unarmed combat, I want to leave this life I dont want to
kill
anymore, I want to become your student. Rodin watched the man
waiting to hear
to word ,NO, he was sure to hear, but the man just watched him
and then slowly
nodded 
OK.
And Rodins new life began.

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Mon Feb 26 06:52:24 2007
Subject     Path Martial Artist III

Rodin began his studies with his new master and he was happier
than ever, but
the training with the old man was tough.  Still it made Rodin
remember why had
he always idolized fitness and skill in unarmed combat.  Along
with combat
skills the old man taught Rodin about Majere, the patron of
martial artists,
and Rodin learned to respect this god.  Together they traveled
around Ansalon,
not staying long anywhere.  Sometimes they took jobs and quests
to benefit
good cause.  Not many were willing to recruit the old man but
after seeing his
fighting skills they were more than willing.  But then came the
one day when
the old mans life needed to end.  With the last powers of his the
man took the
amulet of Majere he had worn and gave it to Rodin: Keep it well,
and remember
always to respect your opponent whoever it might be, then the old
man died. 
This happened when Rodin was at age of 90.

After that Rodin wandered around Ansalon trying to learn as much
as he could
from different masters and teachers.  Also he continued to help
those who
needed help and promote cause of good.  He also continually
tested his
physical and mental skills, by entering fighting tournaments.  He
didnt lose
often.  But even this day he continues his travels around Ansalon
trying to
learn even more and honoring martial arts.  

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Sun May  6 12:55:41 2007
Subject     home

Rodin looked at the simple stone building.A monastery of some
sort.
He had a strange feeling that he should visit the building, 
and as he had always did, he trusted his insticts.
 
Rodin arrived at the wooden gate and knocked.
Slowly the gate opened, without a sound and somewhere above Rodin
a voice spoke:
"Wellcome Rodin Greenleaf, Welcome home".

"What? Where am I? How do you know  my name?"

"You are in monastery of Majere" said a grey robed man who was
walking down from
stairs above the gate "And I know your name Rodin, because you
have been looking
for us".

"But no I haven't," Rodin resisted "I haven't been searching for
you"

"Haven't you?" The man smiled "Haven't you been looking for a
place to call
home, for a place to hone your combat skills within, for a place
where you can
meditate and work for greater good of Majere".

"Yes but..," Rodin answered, then he looked all around him seeing
monks in their
doing their daily jobs or practicing marial skills. And he saw
the beautiful
garden and the simple plain buildings, and as he looked around he
realized that
if he would have a place called home this would be ideal. The
feeling of peace
and harmony surrounded the monastery.

"I am Grendich, abbot of this monastery and a priest of Majere
our god, Wellcome
home Rodin"

And from that moment Rodin knew he had found a home and there he
started his new
life as an Acolyte of Majere

Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Wed Jun 13
13:20:28 2007
Subject     Dreams and
Decissions

Beautiful forest where magnificent trees arise
to the heavens, and where
birds sing and animals roam free.  A
beautiful city which mighty white
marble towers rise beyond
eyesight.  Clean streets and temples dedicated to
gods of good. 


That was the vision Rodin had seen many times in his mind when
meditating,
and he knew what place it was, even he had never been
there.  It was
Qualinost, the ancient city of the elves.  

And
as always the vision changed, legions of evil intruded the
forest,
burning and destroying.  It seemed that no one stood in
their way.  But
then, as always, the evil creatures began to fall
to ground, impaled by
arrows.  And like out from the thin air and
green grass appeared the army of
the elves, once again driving
back the intruders.  A great desire to fight
besides those elven
warriors almost overtook Rodin and once again the vision
was
gone.  

Slowly waking from the meditation trance Rodin thought
of what he had seen
again.  He had desired to visit Qualinost for
a long time, but his duties
had kept him elsewhere.  But now he
was full member of the Order.  And he
was a wanderer like he had
always been.  He thought it for a long time,
hours passed and
then he was ready with his decision.  Rodin would travel
to
Qualinost.  

He began to plan his trip.  What he would take
with him, which road would he
use and that sort of basic things. 
But then he smiled, he had been to long
off from the road, Rodin
had never planned any trips he had made, so why
should he do it
now.  Only things he took with him were his bow, quiver of
arrows
and a simple backpack.  Money he took none.  And the road he
would
use, he would choose when he had to.  

Whistling he left
the temple of Majere and began his trip, at first towards
to High
Clerist tower to south.  

Author:    Rodin         

Date:      Sat Jun 16 20:25:26 2007
Subject    
Qualinost - Finally

"At last" Rodin thought "I am in
Qualinost."  He looked around him in
awe, the city, in reality,
was even more beautiful than he had ever
imagined.  And in the
middle of the city rose the mighty Tower of Sun.  The
streets
were clean and high elves roamed around the city, doing their
daily
chores.  Sometimes a noble elves in white silk clothing
inside a carriage
made their way through the street and commoners
cheered.  Rodin had thought
that when he would arrive in
Qualinest everything would come clear.  He had
thought that he
would quickly find out someone to train him and probably
quickly
figure how his parents were doing at the moment.  Rodin had
always
thought that here more than anywhere he would feel home,
but still now that
he was here Rodin just felt like he wouldn't
belong here among all these
fine qualinesti elves.  

Some days
later Rodin had yet figured out nothing.  When he tried to talk
to
the Qualinesti they usually looked at Rodin like a pile of -
well you know
what and turned away from him.  One elder
Qualinesti even angrily told him
to keep out of the city and go
to forest where "Rodin's kind" lived.  At
last, frustrated, he
decided to take up the elder qualinesti's words and
headed to
forest.  

Rodin was really suprised how quickly things began to
happen after he had
entered the forest again.  In matter of hours
he was approached by a silent
Kagonesti patrol who only said one
word "Follow" And Rodin followed, because
he had a feeling he had
no other choice.  He felt that he was being watched
even the ones
that followed him were unseen and unheard.  He was lead a
long
way until the patrol stopped in a small clearing "Wait here"
the patrol said
and disappeared to the forest.  

Rodin had to
wait for some time until an elderly kagonesti entered
the
clearing.  He opened his mouth to ask some questions but the
elder raised
his hand to shut him up.  "Your Questions shall be
answered Rodin Greenleaf,
but not now " "We have seen you mean no
harm to this forest or the living
beings within it, And we know
why you are here."  The elf continues "Now you
must wait here
until your trainer arrives and he will start to teach you
what
being a kagonesti soldier is all about" 

The elder kagonesti
turns to leave and Rodin opens his mouth to ask how did
the
kagonesti know him.  "Say nothing" The elder whispers, then he
turns and
shows Rodin the amulet he wears on his neck, same kind
of amulet than Rodin
on his own.  "I am a priest too" the
kagonesti whispers and after that he is
gone. 


Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Sun Jul 
1 11:02:43 2007
Subject     To Home

It was a beautiful
morning.  It was also the day Rodin had finished his
training
among his brethren, the Kagonesti.  It was also time for
goodbyes,
time for Rodin to leave his newfound home.  The second
place he now knew he
could call home.  Robisart the eld It was a
beautiful morning.  It was also
the day Rodin had finished his
training among his brethren, the Kagonesti. 
It was also time for
goodbyes, time for Rodin to leave his newfound home. 
The second
place he now knew he could call home.  Robisart the eld It was
a
beautiful morning.  It was also the day Rodin had finished his
training
among his brethren, the Kagonesti.  It was also time for
goodbyes, time for
Rodin to leave his newfound home.  The second
place he now knew he could
call home.  Robisart the elder cleric
of Majere who had welcomed him among
the Kagonesti with few other
wild elves had accompanied him to borders of
the Qualinost
forest.  Not many words were transferred between Rodin and
his
accompaniers.  Both knew that it was time for Rodin to go
home.  When the
goodbyes were transferred Rodin turned and left
the forest without turning
to look back.  He thought of all he
had learned.  Rodin had learned what had
happened to his parents.
 They were both dead.  Killed in goblin raid, that
was what Rodin
had been told.  And he had changed too in time he had spent
among
other elves.  He had only thought that he knew how to fight, but
the
elves had thought him so much more.  His was now even more
agile cunning and
stronger than he had been when he had left the
temple of Majere.  Rodin had
left the simple hunting bow he had
used behind.  The elves had taught him to
use a real weapon. 
Rodins hands slowly fondled the hornbow he had been
given by
Robisart.  It had Majeres blessing on it, Rodin could feel it.

Sighing Rodin returns the bow to its place on his back.  It was
not the time
to think the past.  The future was all that
mattered.  Changing from the
slow walk to run Rodin began his
trip back to Home.  

Author:    Rodin         

Date:      Mon Jul 30 09:19:39 2007
Subject     My
task

OK This is story of my task that i received like
more than a month ago.

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It
was a dull morning when Rodin set off to complete his task.  He
knew not
much of what he was supposed to do.  His task was to
find something
called...  Funguses?...  From dwarven warrens, but
he had no idea where the
Warrens were.  At first Rodin decided to
travel to Palanthas, as he thought
that in that big city there
had to be someone who knew where the warrens
were.  But in
Palanthas it seemed that no one knew of the dwarven
warrens,
though A hylar mapmaker did give him a very strange look
before, probably
lying, told him that he had no idea of such
place, when Rodin asked about
the warrens whereabouts.  But then
one night, when he had almost given up
hope he heard some drunken
theiwar talking in the table next to him.  They
were talking
about something called eastern warrens!  After questioning
the
theiwar a bit it became obvious to Rodin that his task would
not be one of
the easisest ones.  "Hic!  Yeah In Thorba.. 
Hic!...  Din In Daeforge. 
Hic!..  But you Don't want to go
there..  "At this point the theiwar had
gone a bit more serious
"The Valley Of Thanes...  "He had murmured.  

Still Rodin
had gone, His trip had been hard ever before he reached
Tarsis,
but he was a Kagonesti and an experienced traveller and
Majere was with him.
But in Tarsis he got in to a fight with an
Aurak, having no other choice
Rodin had killed the Aurak, which
in it's death had destroyed some buildings
and killed two Dark
Knights.  A warrant was given and a bounty given for
Rodin's
head.  So he had to make a quick escape from Tarsis to Plains
Of
Dust from where he would continue to Southgate.  

The Plains
of Dust had been a very hard place to get through and only
power
of will kept Rodin alive untill he reached Southgate.  When
he reached
Southgate he noticed that he wasn't the most welcome
visitor in there.  Most
Dwarves do not like elves and these were
not different.  An Innkeeper
refused to give him a room and he
had to sleep outside in thunderstorm.  The
following day he
travelled through southgate and in to Thorbadin.  But
in
Thorbadin he faced a problem, he had just thought how to get
there, but he
had no idea where, inside that mighty mountain did
the warrens and daeforge
lay.  

After few days of desperate
searching he was led to entrance to place called
Valley of Thanes
by a friendly hylar, who kept warning him not to go there. 
Rodin
didn't listen the Hylar's warnings but at the moment he set his
foot
in the Valley of Thanes he hoped he would have.  In there he
fought the
undead bravely, but couldn't hold his own for long, as
a last desperate
action he called Majere.  Before passing out
Rodin could feel a warmth of
his own blood bleeding from his
wounds, but also warmth of Greater Good
protecting him.  

When
Rodin woke up he was somewhere else.  Once again Majere had
reached to
the world and helped his loyal follower.  After some
searching and questions
Rodin found that he was indeed in
Daeforge, not far away from Eastern
Warrens.  

When the
Kagonesti reached the Warrens and began searching for fungus. 
He
found a lot of the plant called fungus and got a mage to
identify those for
him.  Sending a quick letter back to Holy
Order he began wondering how would
he get back home.  Rodin knew
that he could not go through Valley Of Thanes
anymore.  So he
prayed for Majere to transport him home.  "My Son. 
"soft
voice said in his mind"You are not a cleric of mine and
cannot call for me
to aid with a transportation spell, but you
have always been a loyal
follower of mine and I can send you back
home.  But it has Price" Rodin
listened as his lord told him
what it would cost for him.  It was high
price, but Rodin
accepted.  

Rodin was sent home, back to the Temple of Majere
and in there Rodin began
to look at his new form.  To give up His
youth.  It was the price Rodin had
accepted.  He knew it as a
price of Cowardy.  Cowardy of that he could not
force himself to
go through the horrid Valley once again.  But Majere
was
mercifull.  One day when Rodin would be ready he could return
to Valley of
Thanes and no being there could stand against him. 
Then could he regain
some of the youth he had lost.  That was
what Majere had told him.  The he
could prove that he was Loyal. 
That he was worthy to serve Majere.  That he
was not a coward. 
And then Rodin took the Oath, that one day he would be so
good
and so strong in in faith that no dark being could stand against
him. 
He would be the Best!  

Author:    Rodin        
 
Date:      Wed Nov 19 12:12:49 2008
Subject    
Memories

It had been a long time, Rodin remembered, long
time since he had...Yes a
long time since he had done what? Rodin
looked around him, he could
recognize the place, though he did
not know why. He knew he was in a forest
near the City of Solace.
The elf looked at himself and gasped. He was old,
but he did not
remember aging. Only thing Rodin remembered was Majere, and
his
teachings. And as he tried to remember more, everything he
could
remember was horror. Somehow he knew he had been young elf,
not too long
ago. But that young elf was dead, in body and in
spirit as well. But still
he was the same elf, hundreds of years
older though. He did not know what
had happened, but he was sure
that Majere had saved him from certain death
and most likely the
price of that had been his youth. Rodin did not know the
details,
actually he did not remember almost anything from his past, but
he
didn't mind. He knew that one day Majere might let him know
what had
happened to him, when the god decided he was ready, but
that was not certain
either. Rodin took few staggering steps
towards Solace-the first steps he
had taken on plane of Krynn in
ten years. 

(OOC: For those of you that might remember me, or
had some activity with
before I disappeared, I just wanted to
say: hi! and I am back again. 

Author:    Rodin       
  
Date:      Fri Dec 12 21:58:51 2008
Subject     Knife
of Dracart: A Vision

From the journal of Rodin
Greenleaf, A Kagonesti monk of Majere:

I sit here in my room
of the Smiling Mug, researching a tool of evil. It's
been given a
form of dagger, but inside it everything I can feel is pure
evil.
All the time it tries to seize control of my mind. I feel it
urging me
to violence. Even I, a monk with years of mental and
physical training, find
it hard restrain myself. Without my faith
in Majere I would most likely go
mad, but my lord, although
humble, is great and he protects me 

I will now write how this
item of pure evil found it's way into my
possession, to store it
for generations yet to come, or if what I am going
to attempt
will fail. To anyone who might find this journal.

It was two
days ago, while I was meditating in the monastery, that
I
received a vision from Majere. In my vision was only this
knife. And even in
the vision I could feel the unholy power
radiating from the item. I believe
this was sign for me to find
this evil item and bring it back to monastery
for safekeeping.
Though, I must admit, I can not be sure if this was the
meaning
of the vision. Majere is a quiet god and speaks to his
followers
through visions, not words. story edit And behold, as
I woke up from my
meditating trance, I found a single praying
mantis buzzing close to me. This
was not an ordinary mantis
though, for it was three times the size of a
normal, and color of
purest silver. It also moved very swiftly. Without a
second
thought I began to follow the mantis. And with great haste it led
me
to great city of Palanthas. When we were closing in towards
the gates at the
time of noon the mantis disappeared in puff of
silver smoke. And from this
sign I believe that I understood the
meaning of my vision the way I was
supposed to. 

For hours I
searched, and just an hour ago, though it feels like days.
I
almost gave up. In my desperation I looked up in to sky and
fell to my knees
praying my gaze focused on the constellation of
Majere. For the night had
come as I searched and I had not even
noticed. But today it seemed that
Majere himself reached his hand
to help his servant and I once again heard
the familiar buzz of
praying mantis. I followed the sound into a dark alley
near the
harbor. As soon as I entered the alley, I could feel the evil.
It
was not hard to find the dagger, but making myself grasp it
was. Praying for
protection I finally grasped the dagger. It
burned my hands, but I have been
trained to deal with pain. I
quickly placed it inside a backpack. Then I
quickly made haste to
the Smiling mug Tavern and rented a room. The battle
in my mind
against the dagger was so hard, that when renting a room, I
think
I gave quite a shock to the barkeep. Yelling at him from
the bottom of my
lungs in all my tension. Luckily he still gave
me a room after my
apologies.

; Now as I already wrote, I sit
here, researching the dagger. The evil of it
much greater than I
could ever guess. So there has been a change in my
plans. I will
not take this item back to monastery for safekeeping. It is
too
dangerous. Now it is my plan to get rid of this tool of evil.
Place it
somewhere, where none will ever find and use it.
Tomorrow I will board a
ship towards the blood sea of Istar. I
will try to make my way to the middle
of it and cast this knife
in to the Vortex. I will set traps into doors and
windows, just
in case that the evil of this item will try to lure someone
to
steal it from me. I believe it has mind of it's own and it
knows that I am
going to displace it for ever. 

(OOC ok as the
knife is now in my posession, feel free to rob it from me
in
stories if you want, but If I am on, you can freely challenge
me to RP or
Dice fight for it)  

Author:    Rodin   
      
Date:      Sun Dec 14 09:07:05 2008
Subject    
Knife of Dracart

From the journal of Rodin Greenleaf,
Kagonest monk of Majere:

I sit here, In the same room from where
I wrote my last entry. A day or a
bit more has passed in between
these entries and much has happened during
that time. Terrifying
things have happened during that time. Terrifying
things that I
fear can down the world into eternal darkness.

The last night,
for me, was a night of horrors. I did not sleep a minute,
for all
my strength and concentration was focused on grasping control
of
myself. The dagger did all it could in order to lure me into
using it. It
offered power, chances of being the greatest fighter
in the world, one of my
life long dreams. And when it noticed
that offers of power did not have the
desired effect, it tortured
me with the most dreadful memories of my past.
As the morning sun
rose, the room felt like it would be too small for me and
the
dagger. It seemed to me that the whole Krynn was too small for
both me
and the dagger. Still hardly controlling myself I left
for the docks, where
I would board a ship to get rid of this tool
of Evil for good. This is where
the darkest thing of this entry
happens. I was betrayed by one of my own. By
one I could call
brother. The evil knife possessed Derkylos, a fellow monk
of the
Holy Order and in the shadows of the Great Arena of Palanthas,
he
assaulted me. We traded blows, but In the end I fell from his
blow and
drifted in to darkness.

As I woke up in the shadows of
the arena I found, just as I suspected, the
knife gone. Instead
of anger, I felt sorrow. Sorrow that poor Derkylos had
been
possessed by the knife. Of course I also felt relief that he had
not
killed me, for that indicates that in some part of his mind
he still is my
old friend. And of course I am not that eager to
leave Krynn again. I must
also deem that I was lucky, for my
small amount of golden coins had not been
stolen.

Now I have
returned to the Smiling Mug Tavern, where I used my last
few
coins to rent this room. It is time to make decisions. In my
mind I am going
through all those things Derkylos has ever said,
and from there I am trying
to find a hint where he could go with
the dagger. 

(A bit later entry)

I am disappointed, I have not
been able to figure any place where Derkylos
might go with the
dagger. As I remember he has not talked a lot about his
past, or
places important to him. If I am going to try and find him, it
will
be a desperate search. So my decision is this, I will travel
around
Solamnia, trying to figure where he might be headed. If I
will catch him,
maybe I can save both the dagger and the man
himself.

(Yet a later entry)

Thank you Lord. Wandering in
Palanthas surrounds, I found two farmers who
had witnessed a man
fitting to description of Derkylos leaving south towards
Solamnic
Plains along the Knight's High Road. As I have travelled south
I
have found more witnesses that have seen someone looking like
Derkylos. I
have also witnessed the horrors of this dagger. Today
as I entered a
village, I found out that at about same time that
Derkylos had passed, two
men, before best friends, had killed
each other. Also from a merchant
travelling towards Palanthas I
heard an alarming rumor. According to this
merchant, somewhere
south in the Solamnic plains a mob led by a wizard had
attacked a
lonely monk. Now I must make haste. I will pray the Derkylos
is
still alive, but for now this is not my main concern. The
dagger is more
important. 

Author:    Rodin         

Date:      Tue Dec 23 20:46:01 2008
Subject     Knife of
Dracart: The hunt continues

From the journal of Rodin
Greenleaf, Kagonesti monk of Majere

It has been some days since
my last entry. I haven't had time to write,
actually I would not
have time to write now either, but a lot has happened
today and I
need to dissolve this tangle of problems in my mind. And
the
easiest way to do this for me is writing. At first I must
quickly sum up
what I have done in past few days so the events of
this day would make sense
to anyone who might ever read this.


Since the last entry I wrote I have been desperately hunting
down Derkylos,
but he seemed to always be a step ahead of me. The
further south I
travelled, more rumors about mob attacking lonely
monk came to my
consciousness. I also heard rumors of mage with a
dagger. Even then I had to
make a hard decision if I should track
down this mage or Derkylos. I chose
to track down Derkylos. Now
It seems that I was wrong, maybe I would have
been able to find
mage before he disappeared, maybe not. But that brings me
to what
happened today.

It was this morning just a hour after dawn that
I finally found Derkylos. He
lay on the Solamnic Plains covered
in his own blood, unconscious. It took
all my skill with herbs
and little help from Majere to bring him back to
state of
consciousness. Of course I first searched his body and
surroundings
to see if he still had the dagger. But as I assumed
the dagger was long
gone. As the Half-Elven monk came back around
he first had no Idea where he
was. I feared he might have lost
his memory for good and could not tell me
anything about the
dagger. Luckily the events quickly became back to his
head. He
told to me how he had lost the dagger to a mage and how he
later
had been knocked out. Actually he told me everything that
had happened after
he had got the dagger into his possession.
Having heard what I wanted I left
Derkylos, I know it was not a
right thing to do, but I do want to take the
risk that he would
betray me again. 

This writing has cleared my thoughts a bit,
and I have decided what will be
my next destination. I assume
that the mage has left for Tower of High
Sorcery in Wayreth and
this is where I will be headed too. I know that it
may be
impossible for me to get in, but I will try. I can not risk that
the
dagger would be used by a mage. Their training might keep
them away from the
temptations of the dagger, but if it would
notI can not imagine what the
dagger could be used for in the
hands of a powerful mage. 

Author:    Rodin         

Date:      Fri Jan  2 16:36:52 2009
Subject     Knife of
Dracart

"Just a glass of water please" Rodin said to
the waitress as he took a
glance around the common room of the
Cracked Mug Inn near the outskirts of
Wayreth Forest. Or rather
near what would be outskirts of the Forest,
because the Forest
was nowhere to be seen. The off tune singing of the bard
kept
annoying Rodin, but it seemed that the few other people in the
inn were
enjoying it. Nodding to the waitress Rodin threw few of
his last coppers on
to the table as she brought him the water he
had ordered. In reality the old
elf hardly noticed the waitress,
he was here on a mission. Rodin let his
gaze wander around the
inn looking for a suitable person. The inn was so
close to
Wayreth that some day a mage or an apprentice would pass
through
it. It was critical that he could deliver this message to
the Tower. Once
again he opened the small letter and read it to
himself: 

To wizards and mages of High Sorcery. It has come to
our attention that one
of your mages has stolen a very powerful
evil artifact from one of the monks
of the Holy Order of Stars.
If you know what artifact I am talking about, I
request that we
will meet or that at least a spokesman of the Conclave will
be
sent to hear what I have to say about this artifact. Fear not,
for I am
not going to demand you to return the artifact, but I
have information about
this artifact that you might not have and
it is crucial that you hear what I
have to say. I wish that
meeting could be arranged as soon as possible,
because I believe
that you have no idea of how dangerous this artifact is. I
am
currently staying at Cracked Mug Inn. 

Rodin Greenleaf, Holy
Order Light, Order of Majere, The protector of
Majere's
monastery. 

As he slipped the letter back to his pocket Rodin
noticed a person that
might fit his plans entering the common
room. A man clad in red robes walked
towards the table next to
the fireplace and took a seat. As soon as the man
took a seat
Rodin arose and walked to his table. Without asking permission
he
took a seat for himself. "Who the hell?" the mages voice
faltered as he
felt knife pressed against his stomach under the
table. "Now listen" Rodin
hissed "I don't like doing this,
but I must make sure that there are no
misunderstanding between
us. I will give you a letter to deliver to whoever
leads the
conclave, It can only be opened with mages from all three
orders.
Don't even bother trying to open this, because the sign
has been blessed by
a god. Deliver this or you will risk the
wrath of all clerical orders of
Ansalon. Do you understand!" he
spoke quickly and as he heard the faltering
"Yes" from the
mage he was already leaving. Now everything he could hope
for
that the scared the mage enough to deliver the letter.


Author:    Rodin          
Date:      Tue Jan
20 11:17:57 2009
Subject     Time to go

Rodin Greenleaf
strolled slowly under the branches near Qualinesti. It
had been
long time since he had last been here, many many years. But
still
this was home. The home he had never had. The decision to
come back had not
been a difficult one in the end. Clouds of war
were gathering in the skies
of Ansalon, he could feel it. And in
the end, his place was here among his
own kin. Not among humans.
The old elf sighed. Maybe his decision had
something to do with
his failure with retrieving the knife. Then he shook
his head, no
it was not that. War was coming and he was needed to defend
the
ancient land of his people. He glanced at the Tower of Sun
towering in the
distance and shrugged. It was now or never. With
a determined stepping the
old monk headed towards the city.


-----------------------

Rodin glanced at the elf in leather
armor, sitting behind the table reading
reports. His name was
still remembered and it had not been hard to figure
out who he
should speak with about joining the Wildrunners. "Excuse me,
Is
this where I can sign up for Wildrunners" he asked. The elf
in leather armor
glanced up and looked around, before finally
spotting Rodin. "Well yes,
Elder, If you want. Are you a mage
or a cleric?" Rodin smiled and shook his
head "I am neither,
Rodin Greenleaf, monk of Majere is who I am" Glancing
long and
thoughtfully at Rodin the elf behind the table finally nodded
"Very
well then, I must consult my superiors about you, but if
you will wait here
in the barracks" The armored elf lifted an
eyebrow as Rodin shook his head
"No. Tell your superiors that I
can be found in temple of Majere. When they
have decided what
they will do with me they can send me a message or come to
look
me from there" Leaving the armored elf scratching his head
in
disbelief, Rodin headed towards the temple. He also was in
disbelief, the
youngling had thought him too old to fight. Well
he would show that upstart
what elven warriors were made of. 

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