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Ch. 5, Page 22

Tue, 09/25/2018 - 01:48
Robilar was sick of this stalker. He was sick of conjured other-planar beings. He was sick (if not also a bit jealous) of the power magic-users had and wielded with such reckless abandon, and how often they wound up using it against him with reckless abandon. And, in that moment, he himself was filled with reckless abandon. With a single magic word he ended the magic of his levitating boots and dropped downwards to the newly web-shrouded street.

Only in the very last moment did it even occur to him that his flaming sword slashing through the magic web might have consequences.

Ch. 5, Page 21

Mon, 09/03/2018 - 15:25
Tenser, at long last, reached his room. He made straight for his dresser, where all his magical paraphernalia was kept under lock and key.

Otto finished casting his spell and then remembered to breathe. Fighting monsters always got the heart racing, but Otto had decided that fighting things that were invisible was his most terrifying experience yet.

He could not wait to get his hands on an invisibility spell.

Ch. 5, Page 20

Tue, 08/14/2018 - 03:10
"This is neither the time nor the place for such a discussion!" Tenser hissed through gritted teeth at his currently troublesome paramour. "Just...just come with me to my room."

"Tenser, the impropriety!" Endelar exclaimed with an audible gasp.

"...I mean, just to talk to me from the hallway while I look for something in my room!" Tenser glanced from side to side as he spoke and tried to check the anger that he felt that this exchange was being heard by every man in the common room of the inn.


Outside, and opposite the inn, Robilar stood his ground on the rooftop in a strange sort of standoff with the invisible stalker. It was cunning, this stalker, and Robilar knew he had overplayed his hand by revealing that he was observing the roof tiles move when he last attacked it. He tried to imagine what its next move would be. Fight, or...


Ch. 5, Page 19

Mon, 07/30/2018 - 04:30
Quij had seen Robilar levitate plenty of times, but being able to fly himself was a brand new experience to the orc hero. He pushed off into the air like he was pushing off from the shore into a river and tried to "swim" through the air.

Otto made his way inside. Combating the invisible stalker with bags of flour seemed like such a natural idea, he could not think why it had not occurred to him earlier. He made to the innkeeper with lightning precision and made his demands.

Tenser, meanwhile, was eager to reach the spellbooks and scrolls in his room upstairs. He could think of a half-dozen spells that would help with the stalker -- all of which he had, by chance, failed to prepare that day. He had no time to prepare new spells, but if he could just find the right scroll...

But then, Endelar started to resist his tugging hand. In the middle of the common room, she decided she had had enough.

Ch. 5, Page 18

Tue, 06/26/2018 - 01:51
The remaining mastiff barked angrily at the rooftop a few more times, then turned and went back to where its companion lay still in the road. The still-living mastiff laid down beside the other one and went silent, only staring up at Robilar as he went running past them.

"I'd love to cut that thing in half, Rob..." Quij growled, gripping the haft of his battleax nearly hard enough to break it.

Robilar paused, listened, and over the background din of the city, he was able to make out the faint sound of roof tiles clattering. And that was when he knew he had the stalker where he wanted it.