Month: June 2017

Alo quickly went to Xenn and helped the Spellweaver remove the tangled coils of the barbed whip from his body.

Xenn breathlessly commanded, “Don’t mind me! Check on the wounded and make safe Teacher Pryam, the young, and the harvested enhancing root.”

Alo removed the whip and said, “You have again saved us, Spellweaver. I shan’t leave you bound. The Drolls might return.”

The old Spellweaver stood on wobbly legs, brushed off his clothing, and urged, “We must tend the wounded, seek a place of refuge, and regain our strength and energies. Secure remnants of the chieftain’s robe and Kiennites’ weaponry. They attacked us with exceptional missiles. But make haste.”

“Thanks to your spell, making haste will be easy!” Alo conceded.

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.