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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zopzer.

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Astinus gently places a beautiful hard bound book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Zopzer' scribed in green ink.

Author:    Zopzer         
Date:      Fri Sep 18
05:34:39 2009
Subject     The Calling


The wind and
rain roared this night in Northern Ergoth. The hair on the
back
of Zopzer's neck stood at attention as the cold, night air
chilled him
to his core. Zopzer stood outside his rudimentary
tent and waited for any
sign of movement from within the murza's
tent. It had been several hours
since an enclave of
representatives from the Red Dragon Army marched into
the aul's
village. Dull red eyes can be seen throughout the village,
fixed
on the large tent towards the back. 

The representatives'
visit was quite unexpected and caught the aul
off-guard, but
sadly, Zopzer thought, they were only welcome by some. It was
no
secret that the aul had flourished since it settled here in
Northern
Ergoth, and the close proximity in which they lived to
the Ergoths had not
been a problem. In fact, the Goblins and
Ergoths had formed an almost
surprisingly peaceful relationship.
What was a mytery was the purpose for
the enclave's visit. Rumors
had already began to spread through the village
about why they
were here, but Zopzer wanted nothing to do with gossip
and
quickly dismissed them. Instead, he stood out in the cold air
patiently
waiting. He kept his ears up and towards the murza's
tent, hoping to catch
even a brief fragment of the conversation
within that may betray the purpose
for the visit. 

Suddenly, the
flaps of the tent flew open, and a group of finely
armored
soldiers came out and formed around the entrance. Right
behind them came the
man they escorted. Zopzer could clearly see
the night winds catch the man's
cape as stormed out of the tent.
He seemed to move easily and with little
diffulculty in his heavy
armor - his face grimly covered by the tell-tale
dragon mask. The
tall commander stopped just outside the tent and turned
to
address the murza one last time. 

"Remember this night,
Goblin! Remember my face. You WILL see me again... and
when your
aul lies bleeding and dead from the full fury of the
Queen's
armies, remember that you could have protected them."


The enclave moved out of the village as quickly as it had
arrived, never
looking back. Zopzer, alarmed at what he'd just
witnessed, gave a slight
snarl and turned back into his tent. He
grabbed a heavy cloak and turned
back towards the exit, where a
rough and rusty sword caught his eye. He
stopped firmly in his
tracks and stared blankly at the sword... 

Author:   
Zopzer         
Date:      Fri Sep 18 20:15:15
2009
Subject     The Calling Pt. III


 His gaze fixed
squarely on the well-used sword propped against the
inside of the
tent. He thought long and hard about what he would do next.
Time
seemed to stand still around him. Zopzer didn't know why the
soldiers
had come to his village, but he had a pretty good idea.
It was no secret
around here that the Queen's armies had begun to
mobilize. Their recruitment
tactics were firm, ruthless, and
often times violent. 

Zopzer was a Hobgoblin and taught by
example to be a ruthless killer,
showing mercy to none. But it
had been a long time since the people of
Sikk'et Hul had embraced
the instincts and the very essence of who
goblinoids are. Having
then made up his mind to go and do what he believed
his race was
born to do, he snatched up the sword and strapped it securely
to
his person. He would leave at once, but there was someone he must
see
first. 

Zopzer moved swiftly through the now bustling
village. He made his way as
quietly as possible to Lahrag's tent,
a small, wiry goblin that had always
been loyal and obedient...
well, mostly. As he passed by the murza's tent at
a distance, he
couldn't help but notice him pacing outside the entrance. He
was
hanging hard on the tough decision -- whether or not he made the
right
one. It was evident, however, to Zopzer that he had
probably made the wrong
one. 

A fire burned low and warm from
inside the little goblin's tent as Zopzer
approached from
outside. Hushed conversation could be faintly heard from
within,
but the topic was not discernable. He paused briefly
outside,
wondering who else might be inside. Realizing there was
no time for delays,
he flung open the flap and entered the
goblin's tent. Lahrag, caught a bit
off guard by Zopzer's sudden
entrance, stopped mid-sentence and looked up at
the imposing
Hobgoblin. 

"Zopzer.. what ar-", Lahrag began but suddenly
stopped as he noticed the
hilt of a sword beneath the heavy
cloak. 

Zopzer look around at the handful of goblins huddled
around the small fire.
His eyes met with those of Lahrag, and he
realized what made him falter. He
quickly shifted his cloak to
cover the hilt of the sword and said, "We must
talk... now."


Author:    Zopzer         
Date:      Fri Sep
18 20:17:32 2009
Subject     The Calling Pt. III


His
gaze fixed squarely on the well-used sword propped against the
inside of
the tent. He thought long and hard about what he would
do next. Time seemed
to stand still around him. Zopzer didn't
know why the soldiers had come to
his village, but he had a
pretty good idea. It was no secret around here
that the Queen's
armies had begun to mobilize. Their recruitment tactics
were
firm, ruthless, and often times violent. 

Zopzer was a Hobgoblin
and taught by example to be a ruthless killer,
showing mercy to
none. But it had been a long time since the people of
Sikk'et Hul
had embraced the instincts and the very essence of who
goblinoids
are. Having then made up his mind to go and do what he
believed
his race was born to do, he snatched up the sword and
strapped it securely
to his person. He would leave at once, but
there was someone he must see
first. 

Zopzer moved swiftly
through the now bustling village. He made his way as
quietly as
possible to Lahrag's tent, a small, wiry goblin that had
always
been loyal and obedient... well, mostly. As he passed by
the murza's tent at
a distance, he couldn't help but notice him
pacing outside the entrance. He
was hanging hard on the tough
decision -- whether or not he made the right
one. It was evident,
however, to Zopzer that he had probably made the wrong
one. 

A
fire burned low and warm from inside the little goblin's tent as
Zopzer
approached from outside. Hushed conversation could be
faintly heard from
within, but the topic was not discernable. He
paused briefly outside,
wondering who else might be inside.
Realizing there was no time for delays,
he flung open the flap
and entered the goblin's tent. Lahrag, caught a bit
off guard by
Zopzer's sudden entrance, stopped mid-sentence and looked up
at
the imposing Hobgoblin. 

"Zopzer.. what ar-", Lahrag
began but suddenly stopped as he noticed the
hilt of a sword
beneath the heavy cloak. 

Zopzer looked around at the handful of
goblins huddled around the small
fire. His eyes met with those of
Lahrag, and he realized what made him
falter. He quickly shifted
his cloak to cover the hilt of the sword and
said, "We must
talk... now." 

Author:    Zopzer        

Date:      Mon Sep 21 07:08:46 2009
Subject     The
Calling Pt. IV


"We must talk... now."

Without
getting up Lahrag replied, "The soldiers, I know why they came.
They
wish to-".

Zopzer quickly finished the goblin's sentence,
"-to enlist us in the Queen
Mwarg's army." 

Lahrag fixed a
perplexed expression on his face. "You knew already?"

Zopzer
shook his head slightly and replied, "No, but I could have
guessed as
much. And by the looks of our 'great murza', he likely
told them no." 

Lahrag stood and asked, "What are you
planning on doing with that?" He
gestures towards the poorly
concealed weapon beneath Zopzer's cloak. 

At that moment Zopzer
turned his gaze from the other goblins present in the
tent to
Lahrag. His face frowned heavily and he almost looked enraged by
the
question. The urge he had to leave was now evident in the
fire he had in his
eyes. 

"I won't stay here living the
pathetic life of a... a... a donek!", Zopzer
snapped. "Stay
here if that is what you wish, but I won't waste anymore
time
with this discussion. I'm leaving at once. You can come with
or stay, but
you must decide now." 

Lahrag simply says,
"We'll go."

Easily convinced, the handful of goblins seemed
to nod and agree almost in
unison. With Zopzer in the lead, they
headed out of the village as quickly
and quietly as possible. A
few of the other resident goblins and hobgoblins
noticed the
group, but were hardly concerned with the affairs of a few
of
their own. They moved uncontested out of the village and down
the small road
the soldiers had departed on. While the small
goblins' convictions were
mostly unknown, Zopzer's were solid.
One thing was certain for all them:
there would be no regret...
there would be no looking back. 

Author:    Zopzer    
    
Date:      Mon Sep 28 07:17:54 2009
Subject     Eye
For An Eye

Zopzer woke slowly from a surprisingly good
sleep. He yawned, stretched,
and sat up on the hard, stone floor
-- a bit dazed... a bit confused.
Looking around was all it took
to jar him from his sleepy stupor as he
immediately noticed the
cannibalized corpse lying in the corner of the small
cell. He
licked his lips and could taste still the dried blood
crusted
around his mouth. He was damp from the wet floor and
smelled of something
worse than death. 

The events that had
transcribed the day before were enough to wear out the
young
solider-in-training. He didn't remember much past when the
Emporer had
so easily sent him into a bloodlusting rage. Zopzer
stood as one of the
Sergeants on duty fumbled around with a
rather large and loud set of keys
till he found just the one he
was looking for. The door opened with a
*clank* and the Sergeant
motioned for Zopzer to exit. A bit confused as to
what exactly
was going on at this point, Zopzer hesitated for a moment
in
silence. 

The Sergeant motioned again in a more exagerated
manner saying, "Get the
hell out of my cell, recruit, lest ye
be spending another day in there." 

Zopzer might have been a
"slow" Hobgoblin, but he wasn't completely dumb. He
quickly made
his way out of the cell and turned to the Sergeant. 

"I
free?", muttered Zopzer.

"Free as a raptorbird. Don't know
why the Emporer himself would take
interest in a dumb, smelly
recruit like you.. and I don't care. Now, get
outta' here. I got
shit to do besides chat you up all day." 

Zopzer boggled at
what the guard had just told him, but he made his way out
of the
dungeon nonetheless. He peered into every cell that he
passed
wondering what might have come of his Goblin comrade, but
Lahrag was in none
of them. As he continued on his way towards
his living quarters inside one
of the crude recruit barracks he
bagan to notice a substantial crowd moving
out in one direction.
He stopped one of the other soldiers and asked where
everyone was
going. 

"Where do you think, guy?", the soldier replied in a
snobby tone. "Wages are
dispersed today." 

Zopzer paused
dead in his tracks as an internal conflict began to wage
heavily
within him: Go crash back out on his bunk or stand in line for
hours
for his meager pay. He thought of his rusted and battered
sword and how hard
it was to handle in combat because of its
cumbersome and poor design.
Perhaps a new one could improve the
quality of his performance in training.
Or at least a little work
on his old one, depending on the wages he would
get. 

As a
recruit, he was expected to acquire his own weaponry and any
armor he
could muster. Maintenance was of course his
responsibility as well. So he
waited in the long line until he
finally collected his meager wages and
headed out into the city
to find a smithy who might service his weapon for a
reasonable
price. He wandered slowly through the streets, a bit lost in
his
new surroundings. He moved through the slave market, peering
around every
corner hoping to see a sign or anything directing
him to one of the local
armorsmiths. 

The streets were crowded
with new recruits, weathered soldiers, and
sell-swords alike.
Zopzer heard the distinct pounding of steel on iron in
the
distance and set out towards it. As he rounded a corner to head
down a
small side street that he hoped would turn out to be a
shortcut, he bumped
into a cloaked figure with it's hood pulled
down low. The figure kept
moving, but Zopzer paused momentarily,
snarling under his breath at the
carelessness of whoever that
was. His anger lasted only a minute, and he
turned back down the
small side street. Only now his pocket felt a lot
lighter. 

It
took him only moments to realize he'd just had his wages boosted
straight
out of pocket. He turned and peered out into the crowd
of people bustling
back and forth when he spotted that same
cloaked figure from moments ago
bee-lining away from him. Anger
set in heavily again and he quickly took off
after the quick
moving person. Most of the people moving around him
hardly
noticed the chase in progress, but a few seemed to be
staring now at the
hideous Hobgoblin running full speed through
the crowds. Zopzer began to
think he would lose the figure in the
crowded streets and with it his hard
earned wages. He yelled for
someone to stop the person, but before he could
finish his
sentence, a large Baaz stepped from what seemed out of
nowhere
and slammed a heavy club into the figure's face. 

The
"club-to-face" action had a nasty looking clothesline affect and
planted
the cloaked person immediately on their back. The
draconian simply nodded
towards Zopzer and disappeared as quickly
as he'd came. Zopzer, now panting
for air from the persuit,
lumbered up to the downed figure and pulled back
the long hood.
The creature was an ugly, female Half-Elf. Easily
enraged,
Zopzer's blood boiled at this point. He rooted through
the girl's pockets
till he found his wages, and then stood
directly over the unconscious
halfing. A grin slowly crept over
his face as he decided to take more than
just his wages back.


He looked around to see if anyone paid him any attention, and
not
suprisingly, they didn't. Bending down quickly, he pulled the
girl into a
nearby alley and began to rip every article of
clothing from her body. Just
as he began to undo his trousers, a
deafening horn began to sound back at
the camp. Zopzer paused and
looked in the direction of the horn, then back
down at the naked
body of the thief that had just tried to steal his hard
earned
copper. Remembering the harsh conditions of the cell he had woke
up
in, he leaned down to the ear of the Half-Elf...

"Till we
meet again.." 

Author:    Zopzer        

Date:      Mon Sep 28 07:34:31 2009
Subject     Eye For
An Eye

 Zopzer woke slowly from a surprisingly good
sleep. He yawned, stretched,
and sat up on the hard, stone floor
-- a bit dazed... a bit confused.
Looking around was all it took
to jar him from his sleepy stupor as he
immediately noticed the
cannibalized corpse lying in the corner of the small
cell. He
licked his lips and could taste still the dried blood
crusted
around his mouth. He was damp from the wet floor and
smelled of something
worse than death. 

The events that had
transcribed the day before were enough to wear out the
young
solider-in-training. He didn't remember much past when the
Emporer had
so easily sent him into a bloodlusting rage. Zopzer
stood as one of the
Sergeants on duty fumbled around with a
rather large and loud set of keys
till he found just the one he
was looking for. The door opened with a
*clank* and the Sergeant
motioned for Zopzer to exit. A bit confused as to
what exactly
was going on at this point, Zopzer hesitated for a moment
in
silence. 

The Sergeant motioned again in a more exagerated
manner saying, "Get the
hell out of my cell, recruit, lest ye
be spending another day in there." 

Zopzer might have been a
"slow" Hobgoblin, but he wasn't completely dumb. He
quickly made
his way out of the cell and turned to the Sergeant. 

"I
free?", muttered Zopzer.

"Free as a raptorbird. Don't know
why the Emporer himself would take
interest in a dumb, smelly
recruit like you.. and I don't care. Now, get
outta' here. I got
shit to do besides chat you up all day." 

Zopzer boggled at
what the guard had just told him, but he made his way out
of the
dungeon nonetheless. He peered into every cell that he
passed
wondering what might have come of his Goblin comrade, but
Lahrag was in none
of them. As he continued on his way towards
his living quarters inside one
of the crude recruit barracks he
bagan to notice a substantial crowd moving
out in one direction.
He stopped one of the other soldiers and asked where
everyone was
going. 

"Where do you think, guy?", the soldier replied in a
snobby tone. "Wages are
dispersed today." 

Zopzer paused
dead in his tracks as an internal conflict began to wage
heavily
within him: Go crash back out on his bunk or stand in line for
hours
for his meager pay. He thought of his rusted and battered
sword and how hard
it was to handle in combat because of its
cumbersome and poor design.
Perhaps a new one could improve the
quality of his performance in training.
Or at least a little work
on his old one, depending on the wages he would
get. 

As a
recruit, he was expected to acquire his own weaponry and any
armor he
could muster. Maintenance was of course his
responsibility as well. So he
waited in the long line until he
finally collected his meager wages and
headed out into the city
to find a smithy who might service his weapon for a
reasonable
price. He wandered slowly through the streets, a bit lost in
his
new surroundings. He moved through the slave market, peering
around every
corner hoping to see a sign or anything directing
him to one of the local
armorsmiths. 

The streets were crowded
with new recruits, weathered soldiers, and
sell-swords alike.
Zopzer heard the distinct pounding of steel on iron in
the
distance and set out towards it. As he rounded a corner to head
down a
small side street that he hoped would turn out to be a
shortcut, he bumped
into a cloaked figure with it's hood pulled
down low. The figure kept
moving, but Zopzer paused momentarily,
snarling under his breath at the
carelessness of whoever that
was. His anger lasted only a minute, and he
turned back down the
small side street. Only now his pocket felt a lot
lighter. 

It
took him only moments to realize he'd just had his wages boosted
straight
out of pocket. He turned and peered out into the crowd
of people bustling
back and forth when he spotted that same
cloaked figure from moments ago
bee-lining away from him. Anger
set in heavily again and he quickly took off
after the quick
moving person. Most of the people moving around him
hardly
noticed the chase in progress, but a few seemed to be
staring now at the
hideous Hobgoblin running full speed through
the crowds. Zopzer began to
think he would lose the figure in the
crowded streets and with it his hard
earned wages. He yelled for
someone to stop the person, but before he could
finish his
sentence, a large Baaz stepped from what seemed out of
nowhere
and slammed a heavy club into the figure's face. 

The
"club-to-face" action had a nasty looking clothesline affect and
planted
the cloaked person immediately on their back. The
draconian simply nodded
towards Zopzer and disappeared as quickly
as he'd came. Zopzer, now panting
for air from the persuit,
lumbered up to the downed figure and pulled back
the long hood.
The creature was an ugly, female Half-Elf. Easily
enraged,
Zopzer's blood boiled at this point. He rooted through
the girl's pockets
till he found his wages, and then stood
directly over the unconscious
halfing. A grin slowly crept over
his face as he decided to take more than
just his wages back.


He looked around to see if anyone paid him any attention, and
not
suprisingly, they didn't. Bending down quickly, he pulled the
girl into a
nearby alley and began to rip every article of
clothing from her body. Just
as he began to undo his trousers, a
deafening horn began to sound back at
the camp. Zopzer paused and
looked in the direction of the horn, then back
down at the naked
body of the thief that had just tried to steal his hard
earned
copper. Remembering the harsh conditions of the cell he had woke
up
in, he leaned down to the ear of the Half-Elf...

"Till we
meet again.." 

OOC: We fought, I won. Because of some
mitigating circumstances, I looted
all of the pathetic crap (even
for a newbie) from the corpse. Everything,
plus some, was later
returned in order to avoid further temper tantrums.
Eiron and I
now maintain a healthy relationship similar to that of
predator
and prey. 

Author:    Zopzer        

Date:      Wed Sep 30 01:34:09 2009
Subject     Etilyn:
First Impressions

The sergeant's orders were explicit
this time, made all the more clear
with the threat of a good
whipping if they were not followed. It was a
simple mission,
track and capture. We tracked for several days outside the
city
of Palanthas for any weak targets that could easily be wrangled
into
submission. Afterall, we needed them alive. It didn't take
long before
Zopzer, Lahrag, and the small patrol of goblins
crossed a rather undefended
and small keep. Nothing Lahrag
couldn't sneak through, with his
extraordinary thieving skills he
scouted out the entire perimeter. Before
long he and Zopzer had
broken into the building. It looked deserted at that
hour.

Upon
entering the foyer, they both paused at the sound of movement in
an
adjacent room. Zopzer quickly motioned for Lahrag to make his
presence
unknown before hurrying into a small closet. Zopzer
heard slow footsteps
enter the foyer but could see nothing inside
the dark closet. Then a muffled
and almost inaudible sound came
from outside the closet. To Zopzer's
surprise, the door opened
immediately following the odd noises. 

Lahrag stood in front of
the closet and whispered, "Me got her. All done. We
go now,
Zopzer?"

Still surprised, Zopzer stepped slowly over to the
now unconscious victim.
She wore little clothing and almost no
armor so her rank within the
Brotherhood was unclear. Zopzer
nudged the woman's leg -- no response. He
then remembered being
interrupted with the young female in Sanction. He
wouldn't let an
opportunity get away from him again. He turned and grinned
at
Lahrag. 

"They let females fight now...", Zopzer said with a
hideous smile. "Watch
the door, Lahrag... this could take a
while." 

Zopzer grabbed the girl by the hair and drug her into
the bedroom she had
come out of. Just as Zopzer began to unbutton
his trousers, Lahrag popped
into the door. 

"Must go now,
Zopzer!", Lahrag said almost yelling. "Many Knights come
our
way down the path!" 

"Damn!", Zopzer growled. He
quickly gathered his things, along with a few of
the girl's, and
leaned down to whisper in her ear. 

"We'll meet again sweet
thang..."

OOC: Looted an Undead's Touch, Elder's Pride,
and a meager amount of coin.
Tried to give it back after yet
another "emo-fit" but said fit-thrower was
being stubborn and
wouldn't accept it. Oh well, I tried. 

Author:   
Zopzer         
Date:      Tue Dec 22 21:04:04
2009
Subject     A Lost HA


This is a short:

While
making my rounds around our newly acquired City of Palanthas, a
large
skirmish erupted near the palace. It appeared that a small
contigent of
Knights were attempting to retake a foothold in the
city via the Palace. I
immediately charged north to the sounds of
metal on metal. Among the Knights
was the same High Archmage I'd
found snooping around in the Plains. I
guessed he was here to
help restore the balance.

He failed this task, as he was unable
to concentrate enough during the thick
skirmish surrounding him.
I quickly pushed my way through the soldiers and
guards and came
around behind him. Already in a weakened state, it didn't
take
long before he fell by the heavy blows of my hammer. Shortly
after, the
fighting died out as the "invaders" had all been
struck down or fled to
regroup.

The entire DA occupying force
was on edge as night fell... not even a
whisper could be heard.

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