![]() “What was the plan, to give Debo the sword and have him jump down into the dragon’s gullet?” Martin asked facetiously. We have a plan! Though it may be time to rethink the plan.” “I been looking for him for a long time and I ain’t gonna let his real death stop me.” ![]() I just want my brother back,” Gunthar replied. “He may be happy where he is,” Beorth commented. “Well, it sounds to me like the Hurgun’s Maze place is like those dungeon-complexes from the Age of Heroes, and if there is anywhere I can find a way to bring my brother back to life, it is one of those places,” Gunthar reasoned aloud. “Until then, we are the only ones in a position to help.” “We have sent for others, but it will take a long time for them to reach Derome-Delem,” Martin tried to explain. “If this is so important, why not send for some heroes?” Gunthar asked. “De-ruhn-Duh-lum iz cunnin on us,” Kazrack managed to get out. “How about you, Gunthar? Will you come with us?” Beorth asked.īeorth did his best to explain about the planar bleed, the demon-gnomes, the succubus, the monks and Hurgun’s Maze. “I don’t care what happens,” Kismet said sullenly. Everyone looked at the dwarf and shrugged. “Gun Ee-Un kuhn unlee uh uh uh-un,” Kazrack said, through the clenched mess of mouth he had. “Debo can’t die, but Debo still don’t want trapped down here forever.” “Debo want to go,” Debo announced as he returned to the alcove the third time. A few times, he and Gunthar to talk, which mostly consisted of Gunthar cursing at the barbarian. Debo grunted and growled at everyone as he form of complaining. All the while, Rhondar let out an endless stream of complaints about how he wanted to get out of there. They went back up to the alcove where they had made camp where the others waited for them.īeorth tried to get Kismet to talk about what her wishes were for Schlomo’s body, but she was despondent. Martin just shrugged his shoulders, and looked sadly at Ratchis’ scarred and drooping face. “How could it not be that way?” Beorth asked. “I just hope that the spell o destroy it and the spell I must cast from it are one and the same.” “I have a feeling that when the time comes I will know which one it is,” Martin replied. “Then how will you know what spell to cast from it?” Beorth asked. “Let us try to have as little to do with it as possible until the time comes to destroy it.” Martin scooped the book up with the oilskin bag and sealed it back up. “No one touch it,” he said in shrill whisper. The half-orc could feel the cold touch of negative energy shoot through his body in a way that he had not felt since fighting the wight outside of Garvan. He stumbled backward and dropped the book on the ground, and then almost fell to his knees. Ratchis picked up the book and his face went pale. “If your goddess will protect you then bless you for trying,” Martin sighed. “My goddess protects me from those things that would seek to fool or ensorcell my mind.” “No such temptation would work on me,” Ratchis said. It showed me a life five years from now when all our goals were accomplished because I had taken to using the Book for good.” The book, however, had not a mark on it aside from the singed quality the hide cover already had. Ratchis walked over to the brazier as the fire died down and finally went out. The watch-mage merely walked out of the alcove and down into the great room, and toss the book into one of the burning braziers. He walked over to the Book of Black Circles and careful not to read anything on the page he picked up the book and closed. “Dough-boy’s gone cuckoo,” Gunthar said, leaving to return to the camp in the other alcove. The book fell open, and the pages flipped of their own accord for a moment. Suddenly, Martin sat bolt upright and tossed the book away from him. “Don’t get bent out of shape, Baldie,” Gunthar said. “Gunthar, I do not appreciate your demeanor,” Beorth said, sternly. “Kick him,” Gunthar said, coming into the alcove behind them. “His eyes are open and he is breathing, but he seems to be in some kind of state.” He kneeled in close to examine the wizard. ![]() ![]() “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” the paladin replied. “Maybe we should take the book from him,” Ratchis suggested. Martin the Green lay rigid on his side, the Book of Black Circles clutched tightly to his body. “I don’t know, part of an hour, I guess,” Ratchis replied. “How long has he been like this” Beorth asked.
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