Knarra said in awe, “That’s a Shypoke. That’s a Shypoke egg! Gather every fragment of the shell!”
Knarra distributed the precious fragments to Roscoe, Eyerthrein, Cara, Kyrsstina, Cyttia, Dael, Erinnia, and her pack.
Nigel, Boomer, Cade, Vanni, Eomore, Lyana, and Big Jon didn’t understand the thrill of the spell casters. Shypokes were long extinct. The eggshells were potent spell components and treasured by Dark and Light Sorcerers. The little creatures themselves had not been Magick. They made a pretty good soup.
How did a Shypoke egg arrive in Donothor? Did they know that a Shypoke was hatched fully grown? Did they know Shypokes were always thirteen inches long from the tips of their fuzzy noses to the ends of their little tails? Soup connoisseurs referred to them as possum on the half shell! How did Knarra recognize something that she had never seen?
The unlimited power of a Wish to summon something of greatest Magick significance associated with the number thirteen could produce even something long extinct.
Boomer went to the fourth pile of rocks.
“Ouch! I’m snake bit!” the dwarf shouted.
Eyerthrein proudly translated, “That’s a colloquialism that means he has bad luck.”
“No, it means I’m snake bit!” Boomer insisted.
He fell down and convulsed violently.
Kyrsstina waved her hand and dispelled the Invisibility Spell. The little viper was about to bite Cyttia.
Bad mistake!
Cyttia’s Drelvish boot squashed the purple viper. If anyone had measured the little snake, he would have found that it was thirteen inches long.
Eyerthrein cast Cure Poison on Boomer but the dwarf continued to convulse.
“He’s in big trouble!” Eyerthrein screamed.
“My spell is no different from yours!” Knarra said in a worried voice.
Erinnia knelt down, uttered an elfish phrase, and touched the wound with a sprig of mistletoe. The dwarf’s convulsions stopped; his labored breathing returned to normal. The druidical Neutralize Poison Spell had been effective.
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