|Axil the Able stood in three inches of stagnant water and surveyed one of the|
most dismal dungeons he had ever been thrown into... 30 seconds earlier, he
was sitting in front of the ox-roast in that famed haunt of the Occult. The
Golden Thurible engaged in his favourite pastime of Wizard-Baiting.
What a good story Axil was telling - a new one about Therion, a certain Moon
creature and a rather gullible Elf- really, the sudden silence ofhis
audience should have warned him.
The crowd parted as Therion strode across the floor, dangerous in all his 10
Therion raised a twig-like index ringer and flung Axil several hundred
leagues across Graumerphy, into the dungeons beneath the dreary castle called