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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Terrsa.

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Author:    Terrsa         
Date:      Fri May 18
15:53:03 2007
Subject     [FWD] My past

[FWD Note]
- [ 15] Terrsa: My past
[FWD Date] - Fri May 18 15:50:23
2007
[FWD To  ] - all [Original to:] Mercenary
[FWD
List] - story


On the isle of Mithas, on the Northeastern
shores of the blood sea of
Istar, a death is celebrated and a new
life begins for a fortunate Minotuar.
The year is 364 Post
Cataclysm, I was born in the early morning, the red
light of
Lunitari spilling across the isle washing it in bloodstain, a
good
omen for a Noble warrior's birth.  My father would not have
been as pleased
to have parented a female, the males regarding
more respect and influence in
our race.  Fortunately, I was never
allowed the chance to feel unwanted or
unloved by him since he
was murdered as I was brought from my Mother's womb
into this
life.  Murder is a way of life to the Minotaur, and is
sometimes
the only answer to certain situations.  We show
weaknesses to our enemies,
then they will infiltrate those
weaknesses and conquer us in body and
spirit.  

Being raised as
a warrior, I was taught discipline.  I was percieved as
having my
father's courage and ambition, both well liked traits which
made
me a favorite of many of the elder Champions, those who had
fought and won
in the Great Circus.  

The only way to have
leadership in my culture was to show yourself a
honorable and
fierce warrior by defeating your opponents in the Great
Circus,
an arena style battle where one competes thereby showing his or
her
skill, or lack of skill in some cases.  Finally, my time had
come to prove
myself to my peers, I would be fighting before all
to boast my skills and
discipline.  I was envied by some, and
also liked by many, but on his day, I
would earn the respect of
even my enemies.  

As the event progressed I felt quite
confident that I would defeat most of
my opponents.  I did not
expect to gain leadership, only admiration. 
Fighting tooth and
nail, I earned my place in the top five warriors. 
Returning from
a short break to allow for sand to be poured over the
blood
covered arena, I found I was up against a young, stubborn
warrior, one whom
I had refused in intimate advances, there he
stood before me with a mocking
grin which showed .  His many
broken teeth.  Being hit hard with blows from
his mighty hammer,
I was keeping a steady pace returning the blows, chopping
with my
axe at his exposed areas.  Suddenly, he spoke words I had
never
heard, not in our native language, but words of magic.  My
strength was
failing me and I lay confused on the sandy floor
with his silver hammer
inches from my skull.  Enraged, I
struggled to rise but could not.  Moments
passed and soon the
entire audience joined in his mocking laughter, causing
me to
feel utter hate for them all.  Soon, the feeling passed and I
stood
weakly with words of revenge escaping my lips before I left
the arena in
shameful embarrassment.  Returning to my dwelling, I
gathered my belongings
and made my way to a merchant ship
departing for Solace.  With the excuse
that I was to buy wares in
the city, I made my way to Solace, unknowing of
where I would go
once I arrived.  

Sitting in a crowded inn, I overheard a
conversation of this band of money
hungry characters that were
somewhat questionable in morals and welcomed
those of the outside
races.  Immediately I decided to search for their
leader, to seek
acceptance amongst them while I planned my revenge. 


Author:    Terrsa         
Date:      Thu Nov 
6 13:57:41 2008
Subject     An unexpected
meeting

Terrsa walks underneath the walkway, as she
listens she hears voices
above and smells sweets being baked
close by. Stopping to take a pull from
her skin, she hopes she'll
have no troubles here in Solace.

Dante walks out onto the torch
lit pathway, his mouth and chin covered in
blood. He looks around
and wipes his mouth with his sleeve and smirks as his
eyes fall
on a Minotaur. He tilts his head and walks toward the
towering
beast. 

Terrsa sees a stranger approach and quickly
puts her drinking skin away.
Straightening, she waits for him to
near her before she makes a move.

Dante stops in front of the
Cow-beast and looks it up and down. "Strange to
see a Minotaur in
solace." He says in a harsh voice.

Terrsa pauses, gauging this
human before her. "I am only one, I would not
bring the unwanted
attention of the whole of Solace upon my horns. I had
hoped to
find a merchant who would trade with one of my kind."

Dante
grins wickedly. "Now that..would be fun. Taking on the whole
of
Solace. Why didn"t i Think of that?" His eyes glint with
madness and he
laughs wickedly.

'My gut tells me I'm not wanted
in this quiet little town." Terrsa says with
disdain. "Do you
travel alone?"

Dante quickly states, "I'm never alone, my Queen
is always with me."

Dante pulls a flask out from under his cloak
and winks. "I have me own..."
He opens it and holds it up. "To
Takhisis!" He says before taking a long
swig from his
flask.

Terrsa suddenly thinks back to the dreams of the fierce
knight in shining
armor, and the image of the five headed dragon
that often comes to mind.
Deciding to learn more of his Queen,
she walks closer still to him.

Terrsa desperately wants to learn
more of this Dark Lady haunting her dreams
so she continues,
"What would your Queen think of me?", she bluntly asks.

Dante
winks at the Minotaur and reaches inside a pouch. He pulls out a
Five
headed Dragon Medallion and looks at her. "There's only one
way to satisfy
your curiousity." He tosses the medallion to her
and winks. 'Let Her come to
you. She will show you want you want
to know. But now, i must leave. Don't
worry I'm sure we'll meet
again.' 

To be continued...

Author:    Terrsa        

Date:      Wed Nov 12 14:33:18 2008
Subject     A
calling

Unable to sleep for the fourth night in a row,
Terrsa growls in
frustration and sits up in her dark room.
Lighting a candle she begins
packing her belongings and decides
that she has no choice, she must go.
Picking up the medallion of
the five-headed dragon resting on her night
stand, she says
quietly, "I will come." 

Leaving a note that she must travel
alone on personal matters for a brief
time, she emerges into the
darkness of Solace. 

"I must go now, I cannot wait til dawn!",
she roars at the man ferrying the
little boat to Palanthas.
Handing him several shiny gold coins, she boards
the ferry and
makes her way to the docks in Palanthas. 

Looking at the nearest
ship she asks with a snort, "The Bedazzle?" Adjusting
her pack on
her back to even it's weight she walks toward the ship to
seek
passage. 

Author:    Terrsa         
Date: 
    Sat Dec 18 15:29:07 2010
Subject     The Revenge of a
Nation

"Tell us one more Aunt Terrsa, pleeease!" With his
horns just coming in,
the male son of her sister was starting to
show great potential in his daily
training, Terrsa felt pride
seeing the camp fire reflected in his large
brown eyes. At a nod
from the nearest Elder, she begins to relate her
favorite bed
time story as told to her by her sire. 

"In the beginning of
time, there were only the ogres on Krynn. They were not
the same
as we know them to be today, they were creatures of immense
beauty
who were powerful enough to build nations and had magical
abilities. Even
the Elves of today would have envied their
beauty. But not unlike the Elves
upon Krynn today, they were
vain, and became jealous of others. They wasted
their
achievements and became corrupt in their greatness. Some few of
these
Ogres saw they were headed towards doom, and did try to
speak to their
brethren and show them the destruction that was
coming if changes were not
made." " Taking the advice as a
jealous attempt to diminish them, the
corrupt ones did not
listen. They fell from the grace of our Great Honred
One, Sargas,
and he cast out the Ogres, in his anger he made them into
the
vile, disgusting creatures we know them to be today. The
Ogres cannot even
recall the greatness of their own ancestors.
Taking a breath, Terrsa pauses
for dramatic effect on the youths
gathered by. 

"It is said, however, that Sargas did take pity on
those few who did try to
refrain from the corruption of the Ogre
race. Sargas, or Sargannon as we
sometimes know him grasped those
who did remain worthy, and removed them far
from the others.
Sargas marked them as his true children and made them to
resemble
himself. Those were our ancestors, the first Minotaurs, the
chosen
of Sargas. We are the greatness that the Ogres could have
been, they tossed
away their grace and in doing so we became the
greatest of races on Krynn.
We have been enslaved over time but
always fought for freedom. We've been
driven back and always we
come back stronger than before. All other races
are ants in the
eyes of Sargas. We are the true future of Krynn! Krynn's
fated
masters and the true children of destiny! We will rise up and
take
back what is rightfully ours one day! This shall come to
pass it is said in
prophecy!" 

Looking around Terrsa saw the
seeds of revenge planted in every youth, as
well as adult face,
around the fire. With a grunt of satisfaction she rose
and left
for her tent. Removing her weapons she thought to herself, "
This
shall come to pass...Maybe sooner than later!" 

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