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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Tywin.

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You note the spine bears the word 'Tywin' scribed in burnt maroon ink.

Author:    Tywin          
Date:      Wed Aug 26
18:29:11 2009
Subject     Rats and cheese

 These past
few days, it was the rat... i am usually accompanied by an
animal
companion, they help me forge and scout ahead and guard for me.
they
are drawn to my presence, they sense in me the hunger the
longing for the
hunt. lions, snakes wolfs and many different
more. though, the last few days
it was a rat...heaven knows what
i did to draw IT. big enough, with sharp
teeth and a nasty bite
no doubt, but still a rat. so u understand when i
blame cheese as
the chief architect in my guards laxness to worn me of
the
incoming attack.

i was relaxing at the pit in P A L A N T H
A S. honing my favorite arrow ( i
have one, i don't shoot it, its
a long story) when a foul figure emerged. it
eyed me closely, and
left abruptly. i sensed something amiss, when my ...rat
failed to
notice the figure or to check on its business in the larger
yard
to the north. i looked and to my horror discovered the rat
no where to be
found. quickly i got to my feet, the feeling of
incoming danger growing in
my bowls heavy and rancid. there was
battle to be had i concluded. i must be
ready. in my hurry i
forget my curative devices in my backpack and headed
north. a
lingering doubt caused me to look instead of strike, that cost
me
dearly. the figure was in the midst of readying his soul for
combat; deadly
unbalanced combat. we started dancing. it was
unarguably decided that his
physical combat skills were much
inferior to mine; i easily jumped out of
his Pound's, parryed the
ones that got throw, for every one he missed, i
landed 3. with
dagger and sword a blaze' with speed and touch of thunder
i
slashed and pierced, i was glorious!! for all but 10 seconds.
when i think
of it now i remember that a man can have more the
one weapon ( i myself
offten use two), and some weapons are
harder to see or comprehend. and i
should have been ready for
that... so it was. the man said the words and as
the dust settled
and his mouth rested, i - the hunter, was blind. quickly i
rose
to my sense from the early shock reminding myself that all those
years
and hunts have made me more the simple dagger wilder. i
listened for the
blows, i felt for the air move, making way for
the incoming swing and i
reacted. even with no sight, his skills
were not enough and he fled, and
then came back, i could not see
or attack befor attacked myself so he was
calm he said words and
struck again, same result . he tried few times more,
but seeing i
was taxing him more the he was taxing me, his
attacks
dwindled.

as i realized i must change this situation. i
started running seeking refuge
in some dark ally. i believe in my
dash i cleared the city streets all
together, finding refuge in
some dank barn, and waited for my eyes to
clear... and then i
remembered...where in Mishakal's name was the rat?!?!! 

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