Longbeard nervously looked around at the carnage and said, “Just touching that vile arrow killed two kobolds. The Shapechanger that mimicked Mayard only suffered a flesh wound yet it smote him instantly. It’s too dangerous to try to remove and reuse it. Magick works against us, and no offense Rhiann, we do not have Mayard Klarje. Invisible attackers, silence invoking spears, death arrows… what will that a****** think of next!”
Rhiann said timidly, “Yes, Captain Longbeard, I agree. The lethality of the arrow stems from its Tuscon fletching. Few are the sorcerers capable of creating a Death Spell. Silence spells were placed on the kobolds’ lances. There’s always a chance a spell won’t work if placed against an individual. The Silence was tied to the lances’ location. Invisibility always works if the recipient is willing, but a peculiarity of the Magick is that the invisibility is lost if the recipient attempts an offensive action.”
Longbeard scanned the field and directed his charges to remain vigilant. He looked at the young sorcerer and said, “Rhiann, your Uncle Mayard has long been an ally of Gnome-town, and he’s taught you well. However, his latest ploy is unsettling! Old Mayard isn’t here to face the music, but you are. The Burgomaster must ultimately pass judgment on your part in the matter. Storming Norman Twenty-four names Darktop isn’t fond of folks pulling the wool over his eyes. For my part, right now I need you. We all still face danger. The Kobolds oft leave their dead. It’s in our best interest to burn their carcasses along with the Shapechangers. It’s too dangerous to try to move the body of Mayard’s doppelganger. Someone might touch the dark arrow’s fletching. So he’ll burn where he lies.”
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