Month: September 2015

. A shadowy creature entered the room and stood near the odd table. The beast appeared friendly, stood the height of an elf, and had the stature of a goblin. The furry little beast swayed rhythmically, pressed the ivory extensions with three of its four hands, and filled the room with sounds, a repeating bass rhythm under a freely and elaborately syncopated melody.
Knuth said, “I think I feel bad!”
Ravenna added, “I… I have the blues!”
Rabe Thayers and Foutte started dancing.
“It’s a boogie man!” Roscoe shouted.

Cara tried to lose herself in her tasks, but the dark elf found that she could not concentrate on the duties
before her. Her heart was with the tall rider who had so abruptly entered and just as quickly left and had so greatly complicated her simple country life – her mind had accompanied her heart on the
journey, so the lovely maiden had spent much of the morning staring into the soup bowls and wash basins. Her dark green eyes retained the vision of her prince as he rode so majestically down the road
toward another world at Castle Lyndyn.

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The jagged Bolt of Lightning left Dael’s hand and coursed toward Faranzer. About ten feet from the gloating beast the bolt stopped!  Shimmering luminosity extended around the massive Red Fire Dragon. There was a sound of recoil and the bolt instantly returned to Dael striking the neophyte sorcerer squarely. Dael screamed, fell forcefully backward, slammed into the wall behind them, and dropped to the floor. Gray smoke rose from his fallen body.

Dael was unconscious and near death!

“Stop your spell, Cyttia!” Cara shouted.

“He’s covered by a Reflecting Dome,” Knarra added. “Your spell will reflect!”

Seven dwarves stood before the white dragon.

“Welcome to old Levimire’s lair. You’re just in time for dinner. I mean, you are just in time to be dinner. I’m going to kick your butts!” the white dragon said.

Roscoe peered through his prism.

He said, “There’s no illusion. That’s a big white dragon and seven dwarves.”

“Let’s fight!” the dragon taunted.

The Mountain dwarves yelled and charged. Levimire laughed and conjured.

Vanni, Eomore, Nigel, Brute, Deron, Cyttia, and Erinnia charged to meet the seven dwarves.

Knarra and Eyerthrein held back. Kyrsstina, Dael, Cara, and Roscoe conjured.

Cade drew his bow.

“Look at your hand, cold one, where you grasp the blade,” Tigarn Nocerre said coolly.

The lich heard the loud sound of the sword hitting the stone floor of the cavern. His right hand was gone! It was just bones to begin with, but now it was gone!

“Did you place Holy Water in the mixture?” the lich howled angrily.

“Don’t be silly! Why would I weaken my weapon with a conscience? The Death of Magick can’t grace the hand of a spell caster. Are you not a spell caster?” Tigarn said.

The lich howled again.

. The sorceress unleashed the four wyrms and ordered them toward Taekora. The wyrms were flightless but they were fast afoot, resistant to dragon breath, and were unaffected by most Magick.Knarra and Porschianna exchanged spells. Neither gained an advantage. Knarra drew her mace and walked toward Porschianna. Taekora faced the charging wyrms.

“I hate ‘fang and talon’ to ‘fang and talon’ combat,” Taekora moaned.

“Not as much as I hate hand to hand,” Knarra commiserated.

Flight gave Taekora advantage against the four wyrms; however, the odds were four to one.

Cricket answered, “You guys ever see a dragon change color
like that? You ever see a dragon blow hot, cold, jolts, acid, bolts, and
blasts? I’ve knuckled the heads of some dragons. They are pretty
good eating! I’ve been bitten, stung, singed, froze, clawed, raked,
burned, scratched, deafened, blinded, and spat on by dragons. But
only one at a time! We were lucky that the ballista bolt scored! Some
of us would have wound up in its belly!”
Crasshopper quipped, “It would have gotten indigestion if it had
eaten you!”
The giants didn’t realize Taekora was a vegetarian.

Morlecainen said, “Attend to the Dragon’s wounds. Dark Ash is the favorite granddaughter of Xollos. I do not want Xollos upset with us, but you can send word to the Dragonlord that his granddaughter was attacked by a sorcerer of Donothor. I don’t mind if Xollos is upset with him.”

“The Black Dragon’s wound is likely mortal. It lost much of its foul ichor in returning. My healers lack skills to aid injured Dragons. I would not risk deceiving the Black Dragon Lord. Xollos is legend in the deep swamp. His years are long and his cunning and wisdom are great,” Lexx cautioned.