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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tarones.

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Astinus gently places a paper booklet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Tarones' scribed in faded purple ink.

Author:    Tarones        
Date:      Wed Jul  9 23:34:16
2008
Subject     stop... collaborate and listen

I have always kept to
myself. As long as others left me alone, I wouldn't
bother them. This kept me
out of a lot of problems throughout my life. Funny
to find myself in this
situation! "Give us your coin-purse and we'll think
about sparing you," chuckled
the head of the group of bandits surrounding
me. he other joined in, brandishing
iron shortswords. The group were a
normal lot of road scum. Most of them needed
a bath 5 years ago and new
clothing 5 years earlier than that. The leader, on
the other hand, was
wearing newer chainmail armor and a glinting longsword. The
longsword was
most likely not his. It seemed to be of Solamnic origin and
definitely made
of steel (something rare these days).

I just shook my head.
"You can definitely try, but I would think it wise to
mind your own," I said
quietly. The others looked over to their leader and
back to their prey. The
leader just nodded and flung forward. With whisper
and a quick movement of my
hand, a barrage of sparks flew from my finger
tips into his gut . Frozen in a
horrible expression of shock and disbelieve,
the lead bandit fell forward. The
others stopped dead in their tracks. They
turned heel quickly and try to run.
Snickering, I continued to blast them
down, one by one. "Killing school children
would be easier!" I yelled out to
them. Yes, leave others alone and I will be
left alone, but that didn't hold
true for long. The reality of the situation is
people won't leave you alone
if they think they can control, manipulate, or
squash you. "I will have
power, and soon these simple fools will bow to me" I
said as i continued
hastily on to my
destination.
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I've
lived a normal life. Well, as normal as one could have if they didn't
know who
they are or where they have came from. I could have been a noble's
son or a
peasant's. It matters not. I've wandered from town to village for
the last 5
years searching for the answers to my past. What I do remember is
waking up on
the night of the eye, staring up at the sky in the middle of a
clearing in the
forrest outside of Solace. The only things that I believe
has to do with my past
are the branding on my right arm and the magic and
Art that flows in my veins. I
find spells flaring in my mind like words of
fire. Spells I can't remember
learning or practicing. All I know is I wish
to know more of this intoxicating
magic. To grow in the Art. Who knows,
along the way, I may find out who I was
and am. So, I continue to travel to
find the Tower at Wayreth and learn more of
the Art. 

Author:    Tarones        
Date:      Tue Jul 29
22:21:11 2008
Subject     Enduring Frost and Ice

This beast...this
damned beast. It's been four weeks out here in the
cold. Blistering, numbing
cold, encrusting my entire being. Even with my
minor protections from the
environments, it's still horrible. I've been
watching this lumbering beast walk
back and forth from this cavern the
entire time. Finding the irrating loathsome
creature was easy, getting these
salts are another thing. Every time I got close
enough to gather them, it
would either see me and chase me off or the salts
would rot into the ice too
damn quick.

I've tried almost everything, from
shooting magical missiles, to lightning
bolts. I even threw conjured salted
meats at him, but to no avail. Even
going invisible, the irritating creature
finds me by my smell, I assume. "I
cannot fail when I have came so close!" I
muttered as I slammed my fist into
the snow. Today will be different.

I have
stalked this beast for weeks. I found out that the creature goes to
the glaciers
edge every other day, drinking from the run off and coming back
to hunt. This
time, he would find it to be a very different time indeed. I
watched as it
shuffled towards the edge to get drink, as it so often does.
It was then that I
set my plan in motion. I whispered a few words and a
fireball struck the top of
the glacier. The ground started to shake and
shift as the avalanche came rushing
down. I had casted a simple fly spell on
myself as a precaution. The creature
tried to keep his balance as he started
slowly falling down the side of the
glacier.

Laughing with glee, I flew down the side after the frost atronach.
It
screamed in frustration as it flailed around. The more it flailed, the
more
of the salts flew off it's body. I swooped in close to it to start
gathering
it, but it swiped at my face. Grazing me, I growled and struck back
with a
spell. It seemed to only infuriate the creature, and he continued to
swipe
back with much ferocity. I then pulled a pinch sand out of one of the
many
pouches hanging within my robe. I then threw it at the beast, blinding
him.

I gathered my composure and got back to collecting the salts. With the
vial
I had prepared for this, I flew around multiple times and collected them.
As
we approached the ocean near the edge of the glacier, I pulled up
from
plunging into the cold fridged ice water. The creature hollowed its rage
as
it fell to it's death.

Yet another victim has fallen for my art. Hopefully
the next task will not
require me to go to such extreme temperatures. 

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

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