As the lunch break came to a close, Khazan thought that perhaps meeting the dwarves head on in combat wasn’t exactly the way elves should behave. A little more trickery might be a better tactic.
At the same time Gristlegrim was thinking that a sludgy soup could become an effective barrage with the right spell applied. “Let’s fill those bowls up one more time,” he told his minions, “and then let’s share them with the elves.” He winked his one eye most grotesquely, a sure sign that he was up to something. Bowls, sand, liquid poured onto sand. The dwarf wizard took careful aim at Khazan and hurled the bowl at him, yelling out “Hrd Stff!”. (Hard Stuff) turning the sludgy liquid as it flew out of the bowls into a barrage of solid stone.
At the same time, Khazan high-signed his minions, and in the secret language of the elves called out “Etslay anishvay!”. He also moved his hands down and to the side, the gesture for disperse, and cast his Insidious Ineluctability spell (better known to humans as Hidey Hole). Before a single rock could hit them, all the elves vanished from sight.
For tvp please tell me, which wizard go the better of this exchange?
Orders have tapered off for my spell books. At this time I note that I only have 2 copies of each left for sale. So, it looks like the sale is about finished, and perhaps the wizards’ duel is also winding to a close. Get your answer or your orders in asap, Trollhallans!
–to be continued
As dwarf minions battle elf minions, Gristlegrim was quite pleased to see his enchanted axe steadily carving a path through the foe, not so pleased to see Khazan’s enchanted sword doing the same to his followers. It seemed like the slightest scrap was enough to knock down any dwarf hit bt that sword. (There’s a reason–the sneaky elf had poisoned his blade ahead of time and now even a single hit delivered debilitating damage.)
A wave of dizziness came over Gristlegrim. He had used a lot of kremm on his last two spells, and now he thought it might be best to recover. “TIME OUT!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. “LUNCH!”
Everyone quit fighting. Since they were in an arena, there was plenty of sand available. The dwarves pulled bowls carved from basalt out of their backpacks and filled them almost full of sand. Gristlegrim called his quartermaster, got a canteen of ale, and poured a few drops into each bowl–all the while muttering “Rn Rtnss!” (Iron Rations). With magic and liquid the sand in the bowls converted into a nutritious soup that the dwarves all slurped up.
Khazan wasn’t about to let his followers go hungry while the dwarves were eating. He led his troops over to the corner of the arena that had a few trees, some grass, and flowers growing there. Each elf picked a single leaf from a tree, or flower from the soil, and Khazan walked among them lightly touching each bit of vegetable matter and whispering “Supernal sustenance.” The items so touched turned into what looked like loaves of green bread, which the elves gladly devoured.
For tvp tell me, which wizard got the better of this encounter?
to be continued
think alike . . .
“Ooch!” said Khazan, as tiny fragments of glass showered him and all his party. Ooch is an old elvish word meaning, “I didn’t see that coming.” Most of them hit his robe and did not damage. His personal body-ward turned those that might have struck his flesh. That wasn’t a spell–just a talisman/ward he always wore.
“Dad-graftests gronging shorksplots!” bellowed Gristlegrim. He was not taking the failure of his ultimate death spell so lightly, especially since he couldn’t understand why it failed. Perhaps the Trollgod will explain that some day.
Gristlegrim snatched a dwarven war-axe out of the hands of his nearest minion and cast the Forge spell upon it. That was a dwarven spell created long ago by the legendary dwarf wizard known as Smith. It is said that Smith was the first blacksmith, and the profession took its name from him. The dwarf god poured another hundred points of kremm into his spell, half to offense and half to defense, turning it into a magical weapon that would do 6D6 + 27 in combat and would take 25 points of damage before being destroyed when used as armor.
Seeing that the dwarf had weapons on his mind, Khazan decided to do something similar. Snatching the nearest sword from a minion, Khazan ran his finger lightly along the blade and muttered “The Unbearable Sharpness of Weaponry.” They sword immediately took on the typical blue-white glow of enchanted elven weapons, as the sword was now guaranteed to do at least one point of (spite) damage in every combat round. This only cost him 3 points of kremm.
The two wizards returned the weapons to their champions and shouted, “Get em!”
For tvp, tell me, which wizard got the better of that exchange.
The spell books are going fast. This morning I had 10 of them. Now I have only 4. If you mean to order one, you should do it soon.
–to be continued