The Mage's Mistake
Drizzt advanced on the goblin shaman, the last of a large party. The shaman backed himself into a dead end, all the time looking around desperately for an escape. Drizzt smiled grimly. The goblins had actually thought to take Mithral Hall. Drizzt, Wulfgar, and Bruenor had soon relived them of that delusional fantasy. The shaman was quickly chanting a fireball spell. But in his fear and anxiety, he left out some words and substituted others. His adversary continued to come closer, knowing that his scimitar Icingdeath, a magical blade, would deflect any fire damage. But he stopped with a frown, realizing that the words the goblin was chanting were totally unfamiliar. Then to his horror, he realized that the goblin was improvising. But it was too late. A large lavender cloud enfolded him in a second. He tried to fight it off, but to no avail. He felt an unbearable pain and passed out. Then in a heartbeat, he was gone. Wulfgar gave a cry of shock, rushed forward and grabbed the shaman by the front of his tunic, and lifted him off the ground.
"What treachery is this!?" he roared.
The goblin took one look into Wulfgar's furious eyes, and passed out. Wulfgar looked helplessly over at Bruenor who was franticly inspecting the place where Drizzt had disappeared from and said, "What now?"
- D.A. Yes, I know this is short, but it's the very beginning. I'll continue soon. (P.S. More talking next time!)
Drizzt advanced on the goblin shaman, the last of a large party. The shaman backed himself into a dead end, all the time looking around desperately for an escape. Drizzt smiled grimly. The goblins had actually thought to take Mithral Hall. Drizzt, Wulfgar, and Bruenor had soon relived them of that delusional fantasy. The shaman was quickly chanting a fireball spell. But in his fear and anxiety, he left out some words and substituted others. His adversary continued to come closer, knowing that his scimitar Icingdeath, a magical blade, would deflect any fire damage. But he stopped with a frown, realizing that the words the goblin was chanting were totally unfamiliar. Then to his horror, he realized that the goblin was improvising. But it was too late. A large lavender cloud enfolded him in a second. He tried to fight it off, but to no avail. He felt an unbearable pain and passed out. Then in a heartbeat, he was gone. Wulfgar gave a cry of shock, rushed forward and grabbed the shaman by the front of his tunic, and lifted him off the ground.
"What treachery is this!?" he roared.
The goblin took one look into Wulfgar's furious eyes, and passed out. Wulfgar looked helplessly over at Bruenor who was franticly inspecting the place where Drizzt had disappeared from and said, "What now?"
- D.A. Yes, I know this is short, but it's the very beginning. I'll continue soon. (P.S. More talking next time!)