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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Sorthrus.

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Author:  Sorthrus
Date    Wed Dec 12 09:42:37 2001


Subject  The Legions of Chipmunks



The silence of the forest surrounding the outskirts of Yarus
hung heavy as
birds paused in their conversations.. rabbits dug deeper into
their homes..
and the chattering of a single chipmunk ended in a faint rustle
beneath the
underbrush.

Moments passed and yet the silence continued, a single presence
of Dark
Knights offered the only sound as armor brushed against branch
and bush alike
in an effort to be free of the forest's grasp. Abruptly the noise
of the
forest return, rising in a ferocious roar as suddenly the ground
begain to
shake.

Eyebrows raised the Dark Knights paused in their thrashing the
the forest to
listen to this new noise, shuddering as the vibrations became
more forceful to
cause the branchs of the trees about to quiver with anticipation.
Still
glancing about the knights sighed as the roar receded into the
silence of the
forest, followed closely with the pause in the quivering of the
ground. With
awe inspiring clarity several trumpets blared their faint call,
muddled within
the ranks of the knights as their calls sounded again and again.
Staring
blankly the knights drew their weapons and formed ranks as the
trumpet calls
faded into the background, the roar of the forest returning once
more in a
deafening tidal wave of agonizing sound.

From beneath the underbrush several hundred squeaks rose to
mingle with the
trumpet calls, answering their own call as hundreds of chipmunks
and squirrels
poured forth.. their faces a mask of gentleness as they washed
across the
earth and poured into the ranks of the knights. Squeaking their
ferocious
battle cries the chipmunks and squirrels quickly crawled on to
the unlucky
knights at the edge of the ranks, tails swirling in a mad dance
as squirrels
and chipmunks alike crawled into every available space in the
armor of the
knights, drawing blood with their tiny teeth and claws as the
unlucky fellows
flailed about on the ground trying to brush of the flood of
rodents. Upon
seeing their comrades fall to a hoard of angry rodents many
screamed in fear
as the tide swarmed over those on the ground and pinched them
into small
pockets. Those left standing clung into their pockets of defense
and glumly
fended off the tide of rodents as best as possible.

Once more trumpets blared, sounding the retreat. Squirrels
peeked their
furry heads from beneath the armor of fallen knights squeaking
their own
orders as both chipmunk and squirrel alike poured out of armor
and rushed from
the field of battle, straggling chipmunks taking the time to
squeak a few
choice curses at the knights before disappearing into the under
brush from
wence they came.. Silence rained again over the forest as faint
moans rose
from the fallen.

The battle, a strange one at that, had turned for the better..
or so one
might think.. (to be continued..)



Author:  Sorthrus
Date    Wed Dec 12 09:47:55 2001


Subject  The Legions of Bumble-Bees



Moaning from the wounded carried faintly on the soft breeze
rustling across
the leaves of the forest. Staring in amazement at their fallen
comrades the
standing Dark Knights moved to the task of tending to their
fallen. Attention
directed towards their fallen none could notice the faint buzzing
that slowly
grew in volume.

Glancing upward a knight paused in his task of binding wounds to
listen to the
growing buzzing, risking a brief order to draw the attention of
his comrades
he urged them to listen. Abruptly the buzzing died off, glares
from his
fellows sent the knight back to his task as he muttered to
himself about
having heard something.

Moments passed in silence as wounds were tended and bruised
egos nursed, the
buzzing returning as a shadow cloaked the knights. Blinking at
the sudden
darkness the knights glanced upwards, a massive cloud having
floated across
the sun left none to speculate the reason for the darkness.
Staring upwards at
the massive cloud as the buzzing grew louder, tiny winged
creatures flying
back and forth from the cloud.

Dawning awareness of the creatures spread through the ranks of
the knights
moments too late as the large swarm of thousands of bumble-bees
charged
downwards from the sky, tiny trumpets blaring amongst their ranks
as soft
buzzing cackling battle cries surged from the hoard of
bumble-bees.

Brief seconds passed before the thousands of bumble-bees
swarmed across the
knights.

Screaming in agony several fell at the start of the attack,
thrashing upon the
ground as hundreds of bumble-bees swarmed over them.. jabbing
their stingers
into every available space. The cackling buzz of the bees died
off as another
trumpet call stirred their retreat, several hundred of their
brethren
forgotten as they soon died from losing their stingers. The
retreating hoard
of bumble-bees became shadowed as nearly forty-two gryphon sized
bumble-bees
swarmed across the field of battle. Their loud buzzing drowning
out the orders
of the knights below as they dove into the ranks of the knights.
Wings beating
ferociously as giant stingers grazed and skewered knights, the
mad dancing of
several giant bees drove further into the lines as several of the
large brutes
fell to well aimed blows. As swiftly as they had joined the fray
the behemoths
buzz off, leaving their dead among that of the knights. Writhing
bodies
thrashed upon the ground as knights moaned against the agony even
as sounds of
battle to the north reached those recently attacked by strange
hoards of
forest life. Screaming they once more fled, attackers in the
north driving the
knights further into the forest as the battle continued to be
lost..



Author:  Sorthrus
Date    Sun Sep  8 12:21:19 2002


Subject  Magic.. Panties?! (Part I)




The lights within the Red Silk House had been extinguished for
the evening
as the patrons were given the boot until tomorrow's dawning.
Doors were locked
into place as each girl was sent to her room and rest for the
coming of a new
business day. No more rattling of chains. No more thumping of the
bed upon the
floorboards over heard. Only utter silence greeted the tiny
chipmunk guardians
of each doorway. None were to leave their post or face the wrath
of their
master for even the smallest matter of concern.

Further into the depths of the Red Silk House silence at last
greeted the
watchful sentries as six girls fled through the darkened hallways
beneath,
seeking to escape their master for the briefest amount of time as
he slumbered
and allowed them their dignity. Brief moments later the girls
were safely in
the confines of their rooms, sleeping soundly even as a faint
knocking echoed
from the upper floors.

"Rufus!! Answer the door!" Sorthrus called out in
anger at his
faithful chipmunk guard as he stirred beneath the sheets of his
bed. Once more
the knocking echoed, faintly registering as a scratching noise
upon the door
of the chambers to the master. "I shall take away your
nightly
companion of you do not answer the door!"

Peeking from beneath the covers at the master Lalyn sighed and
began to
speak.

"Quiet woman.. say nothing. This will only take a
moment."
Seeing her master in anger young Lalyn simply shrugged her bare
shoulders
and returned to sleep. Growling to himself the master crawled
from beneath the
mountain of blankets, a sharp word murmured as several small red
globes burst
to life with a faint pinkish glow. Anger rising ever faster the
master brushed
aside the lengthy strands of beaded hair, growling to himself as
he strode to
the doorway oblivious to the cool air caressing his bare muscular
form.

"Rufus.. your woman will be handed over to the Solamnics
during the next
payment to keep them away from this household!! Do not think that
the title of
squire suits just their males. I'm sure she will made quite a
"squire" for
them over the years!!" Clawing at the door the master
abruptly yanked
the door open and screamed further still.

"I will hand her over myself for you lack of action in
this.."
The master trailed off as he glanced into the darkened hall, a
step taken
into the darkness ending abruptly as the master crashed upon the
floor ranting
and raving. "Can this night become any worse?!"
Cursing to
himself he slowly sat up and eyed the item that caused his fall.
Brows knitted
upwards at the strange sight before him. A pair of glowing
panties had been
his downfall.

"Lalyn.. you must clean up after yourself. By the gods
girl.. I could've
killed myself!" Grumbling to himself the master slowly
stood and
marched back into his room, the oaken door closing with a soft
click as the
lock shifted into place.

Vaguely the master noticed his steps as he sought his bed, eyes
alight with
wonder as he stared at the panties. "These are not
yours.. let alone
any of the other girls. But who..?" Shrugging slightly
the master
glanced up from the panties almost fainting at the sight before
him. Not more
than five feet from him stood a harem the size he had never seen
before.



Author:  Sorthrus
Date    Sun Sep  8 12:27:42 2002


Subject  Magic.. Panties?! (Part II)




All thoughts of his bedchambers vanished from mind as he stood
and stared at
the hundreds upon thousands of nude and extremely heavenly
beautiful women.
"The promised lands of my dreams.." Cackling softly
to himself
Sorthrus slowly crept towards the harem of moaning women, eyes
bulging wide as
they called him closer and closer still. "There is
absolutely no
reason I should pass this chance up.." Still cackling to
himself
Sorthrus began to run towards the throng of perfection displayed
as far as the
eye could see. Roaring with laughter he leapt on to the nearest
woman, mind
swirling with ideas beyond words as the mass of ladies pressed in
on him.

"Yes!! The promised land indeed!!" Snickering as he
tried to
grab every possible woman nearby, mind racing ever faster as his
lips were
pressed on each new girl.

Vaguely in the back of his mind his conscience tried to beat its
way through
the lustful thoughts, grumbling to itself as it squeaked a few
words into the
mass of lustful feelings. Too late, a sharp pang sounded as
Sorthrus grunted
and flopped forward on to the ground. The harem of women
forgotten as the
conscience of his mind cried out in victory and set the final
blow into its
master's mind, abruptly darkness swiftly overtook Sorthrus as he
cried out a
straggling sob.

"No!! I will not be denied my right!!" Screaming at
the top of
his lungs Sorthrus swiftly sat up in bed, his left arm
outstretched as though
trying to grasp at the final imagings of his mind. "Where
am
I..?" Blinking away the last bits of sleep he gazed about
and sobbed
at that realization of his own bedchambers. "It seemed so
real.. it
should have been!" Sobbing louder still he brought his
hands to cover
his eyes and endure the saddening fact that his dream was merely
just that.
"The gods are unfair.." Quiet sobs escaped from
behind his hands
as he wiped his eyes, briefly noting the softness of the material
in his hands
as he wept. A slight pang registered in his mind as again his
conscience beat
upon his brain and forced his eyes open. 

"What is this..?" Brows were raised as he stared at
the silk
panties resting in his hands, faintly glowing with recognition.
"I'll
be damned.. was that a dream or not?!" Deciding to simply
enjoy the
moment he cackled and proceeded to kiss the panties, thanking the
gods between
each joyful kiss.

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