Fireball spell… from Elfdreams 7… WIP

Xenn grudgingly reached into his purple mooler hide rucksack and removed a rare piece of sulfur. Twenty-one images of the old Drelve crushed the sulfur, performed complicated hand gestures, and muttered arcane phrases. Twenty-one reddish rays moved toward the Drolls and Kiennites. Only one was real Magick. Xenn centered the spell twenty paces in front of the Chieftain and Kiennites. The fireball exploded, consumed fifteen Drolls, and engulfed the Chieftain and two Kiennites. Secondary explosions erupted from one Kiennite’s quiver and slew the unfortunate bowman. Flames covered the second Kiennite and consumed his bow and quiver, but five undamaged bolts fell to the scorched ground. The gnarly Kiennite survived the flames, broke from the fray, and ran away. The Droll chieftain pulled thick hides over his burly frame and yelped in pain.