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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tranch.

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Author:    Tranch         
Date:      Thu Nov  5 23:35:18
2009
Subject     Goblin hoards vs Fienab/Bonachili

Tue Oct 26 18:12:11
2004
Tranch of the Red Eye clan was in a bloodthirsty mood this foul morning. It
was
the day of Rmeehr, and in the month of Gut-slash that meant only one
thing...
time for blood, preferably Solamnic or mageling. With a grin to his
commander,
who was quite passed out from the copius quantities of grog, he
dashed out the
front entrance of the tunnels with his bow in hand.

A quick note
in front of the Solamnic keep caught the squire doormans attention,
perhaps it
was the crude arrow that it was attached to, or the fact that it
stuck into the
door next to his head. As the young goblin ran out of town to his
hiding spot he
passed a young mage, at least the man was wearing clothing that
seemed to mark
him as such.

Into the bushes Tranch lept, then quietly waited, and waited.

The
mage was coming down the road... BLOOD! It was a glorious day as arrow
after
arrow the goblin spat upon his victim.... but as the man fell, a guard
spotted
the young goblin and yelled out! After much ado the goblin found himself
further
down the road waiting again...

A shining silver helm glinted in the
sunlight just out of bowshot.

The goblin began to rain death down upon the
hapless knight, though the knight's
armor prooved much more adequate than the
mage before him, eventually the stings
found their marks and he fell to the
ground.

(24 hours Fienab, 24 hours Bonachili, nothing from Fienab, stole
Bowlachili's
boots, oh, took arrows back) (Ps. 24 hours protection is from me
and the Goblin
Hoarde).

Tranch of the Red eye clan.

Author:   
Tranch         
Date:      Thu Nov  5 23:35:41 2009
Subject    
Bahoogangeh, it's pronounced Mondraikenbled

Wed Oct 27 17:32:39
2004
Tranch of the Red Eye Clan was in an even more bloodthirsty mood this
fine
morning. It was the day of Bahoogangeh, and in the month of Hot-Stink that
meant
only one thing... time for blood, any kind would do. With a grin to his
still
comatose commander, who was quite passed out from the copius quantities of
grog,
(though with a grin Tranch realized that the commander hadn't moved in a
few
weeks, perhaps the dagger?), he dashed out the front entrance of the
tunnels
with his bow in hand.

The goblin was on a long hunt this day, for the
very streets and paths seemed to
be devoid of anything that would slake his
bloodlust.

After an arduous journey through the Solamnic plains, he found
himself slipping
quietly down the streets of a city near Solanthus. Distant
cries and the
clanging of battle brought him to his senses, perhaps something
even more fun!
As he glanced down side-street after side-street trying to
pinpoint the noises,
he finally happened upon a large minotaur grunting
gleefully as it tore into the
local guardsmen. To and fro the brute flailed, the
guards falling to lifeless
heaps at it's feet.

After a moment of awe, and not a
little jealous of the brutes power, Tranch
decided to test out his brains over
the beast's brawn. For, even if it came to
the worst, he knew he could run
faster than this hulking creature.

The goblin began to rain arrow after arrow
at the minotaur, who didn't seem to
notice in his bloodlust. Finally the brute
fell over in exhaustion and lay there
panting. Sneaking quietly upon his victim,
Tranch glanced down and noticed the
beast had passed out from loss of
blood.

Carefully pulling his black arrows from it's hide, he staunched the
bloodflow
with the body of a guardsman and grabbed the minotaur's coin
purse.

(24 hours Mondraiken oh, took arrows back)
(Ps. 24 hours protection is
from me and the Goblin Hoarde).

Tranch of the Red eye clan.

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