Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zignus.

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places an elegant book bound in elf-skin on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Zignus' scribed in red ink.

Author: Zignus
Date Tue Jun 4 21:03:31 2002
Subject zignus
It was a chill night in Qualinost, as screems filled the air. On this night
Zignusolanth was born. His mother died giving birth to him, before she could
even hold him in his arms. Being a half-elf didn't help him much in the elven
society. He was raised by his grandmother, one of the oldest elves in Quali-
nost. By the time he started to attend school, he had already gotten into
fights with the other children. Everyone mocked him forbeing a half-elf,
ridiculed him to the point where he could take it no more. At age thirty his
grand- mother passed away, leaving him alone in the elven society. He attended
her funeral, something that may have been better if he went in private. Many
of the people blamed the death of the beloved woman on him. Saying she died
because of his cold heart. The elves gave him a hate-filled gaze as he said
his farewell. He left the funeral early, seeing he had no one to stay there
for. What he did not notice however was that someone decided to leave in the
same direction as him. About half way down the trail he was hit in the back of
the head. Knocked forward on his face, his hand quickly sped towards the
hidden blade