Ok, this is the second chapter of our abduction. It should get more
exciting. And funny.
Raistlin Majere walked down the streets of Palanthas, a note clutched in his fist. Impatient and excited, he opened his fist and re-reads the note, though he already knew it by heart.
"Raistlin Majere," he read. "We have something that could be of great value to you, found in an old chest at the bottom of the New Sea, a spell book of the great Fistandantilus. Come to the Great Library at Darkwatch rising 10."
It was Darkwatch already. Raistlin's black robes whispered around his ankles as he walked.
When the evil archmage had first received the note, he had been studying in his tower. His apprentice, Dalamar, had given it to him.
Raistlin had been so happy that he had engaged in a round dancing step, to the surprise and horror of Dalamar.
Raistlin hummed a tune as he walked up the steps of the Great Library. When he entered it was very dark and only a few lamps were lit. He walked down the rows of bookshelves, unto a long row of bookcases at the back of the library.
"Um . . hello?" he called. "I got your note . . "
Suddenly a shadow leapt across the walls. Raistlin started, looking around. A giggle issued through the darkness.
"Ugh!" Raistlin stammered, backing up.
Then a voice a voice said, "We've been waiting for you, little mage."
Then the shadows jumped on him.
When Raistlin woke up, he saw that he was in a large, dimly lit room. The floor was cold gravel and the walls were wood.
Raistlin tried to get up but his feet were tied together in a very strong knot. He looked around and noticed that there was a dwarf in one corner of the room.
"Flint?" he gasped, twisting around to get a good look at the dwarf. Flint glanced at him angrily. He was muttering to himself.
"Blasted elf kids. . . . .had to go and trick me like that. . . .but it honestly was good ale . ."
"Flint!" Raistlin hissed. Flint looked up.
"So you're here too," he said.
"Yup," Raistlin sighed.
Ok that's the end of the second chapter. It's funnier than the first. Please review.
This entertainment has been brought to you by the following sponsors:
-Calvin's Magical Wears and Supplies. If it's magic then it's Calvin's. If it's broke don't blame us.
-The Inn of the Last Home.
Raistlin Majere walked down the streets of Palanthas, a note clutched in his fist. Impatient and excited, he opened his fist and re-reads the note, though he already knew it by heart.
"Raistlin Majere," he read. "We have something that could be of great value to you, found in an old chest at the bottom of the New Sea, a spell book of the great Fistandantilus. Come to the Great Library at Darkwatch rising 10."
It was Darkwatch already. Raistlin's black robes whispered around his ankles as he walked.
When the evil archmage had first received the note, he had been studying in his tower. His apprentice, Dalamar, had given it to him.
Raistlin had been so happy that he had engaged in a round dancing step, to the surprise and horror of Dalamar.
Raistlin hummed a tune as he walked up the steps of the Great Library. When he entered it was very dark and only a few lamps were lit. He walked down the rows of bookshelves, unto a long row of bookcases at the back of the library.
"Um . . hello?" he called. "I got your note . . "
Suddenly a shadow leapt across the walls. Raistlin started, looking around. A giggle issued through the darkness.
"Ugh!" Raistlin stammered, backing up.
Then a voice a voice said, "We've been waiting for you, little mage."
Then the shadows jumped on him.
When Raistlin woke up, he saw that he was in a large, dimly lit room. The floor was cold gravel and the walls were wood.
Raistlin tried to get up but his feet were tied together in a very strong knot. He looked around and noticed that there was a dwarf in one corner of the room.
"Flint?" he gasped, twisting around to get a good look at the dwarf. Flint glanced at him angrily. He was muttering to himself.
"Blasted elf kids. . . . .had to go and trick me like that. . . .but it honestly was good ale . ."
"Flint!" Raistlin hissed. Flint looked up.
"So you're here too," he said.
"Yup," Raistlin sighed.
Ok that's the end of the second chapter. It's funnier than the first. Please review.
This entertainment has been brought to you by the following sponsors:
-Calvin's Magical Wears and Supplies. If it's magic then it's Calvin's. If it's broke don't blame us.
-The Inn of the Last Home.