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Back to Empire on the HPe3000
... and ...
This is a first draft of a story set in the world of Greyhawk.
It is based on a home campaign so some of the people, places and things
may be different. Any helpful comments or suggestions are very welcome.
Thanks
Jason Zavoda
Harold did not wait for another word, he stabbed the giant called
Wolgast through the lower calf severing tendons and making Wolgast howl.
"Curses." Ivo exclaimed, he had been prepared for the giants
treachery if not the halflings unexpected attack, but he had begun to hope
for a peaceful resolution. He saw the halfling appear behind the giant and
Harold's sword stab into the giant's legs, then come ripping out again in
a spray of blood. In his hand Ivo held some colored sand and with a
backhand gesture and a word which only he could hear the sand flashed
forth. A rainbow spray arced out and up into the giants eyes.
Windthorst brought up his arm, he blocked most of the magic from
his eyes, and Wolgast had his closed in shock and pain from Harold's
attack, Ivo's magic did not affect him at all. Wedel though had been
peering down at the gnome, he bent into the spray and was struck blind
with the colors flashing in his face.
The giant roared even as his companion Wolgast did the same. Wedel
lashed out and his flailing arm brushed Wolgast's chest. Below them Harold
stabbed the wounded giant again, dancing between the stomping feet, his
small body at deadly risk of being crushed.
Gytha had grabbed a mallet used by the giants to hammer in the
plugs in casks, she tossed it in the air, appearing to the giants side as
she beseeched the Saint, breaking the enchantment of Ivo's spell.
"Cuthbert aid me in this time of need. Give me strength my liege
to smite these agents of evil mind." the cleric prayed. The hammer
streaked toward the giant's head.
Wolgast was facing Wedel, trying to block his companions arms when
Gytha's bespelled mallet hit. The mystic force opened a pressure
cut across his brows, Wolgast saw stars and felt the sting of blood
dripping into his eyes, and from below, the warm sharp wounds of Harold's
attacks bit into him as well.
Three nutshells jangled in Ivo's hand, he cast them at the three
giants. Windthorst still had his arms upraised but the force passed
through them and entered into his dazed mind. Wolgast struggled with
the blind Wedel and neither could resist the power of the spell which
overcame them.
At first the situation did not appear to change, Windthorst still
stood dazed, and Wolgast struggled with Wedel, but the two giants soon
began to fight in earnest. Their hands closed, Wedel brought back his arm
and smashed his fist into Wolgast's chest as if he would hammer it down,
like a spike into a wall. The thump was loud and solid, it rocked the
giant, but Wolgast struck back with better aim. His fist smashed in the
giant's snubby nose, then he used his other hand and struck Wedel's jaw.
Bone splintered like a stone beneath a hammer, Wedel's lower mouth was
driven to the side, further than his head would go. He reeled back and
Wolgast began to hammer his companions head, he dragged his injured leg
along, and leaned into each blow.
Left then right, each punch sent Wedel reeling from one side to
the other, but he did not fall. What kept him on his feet Harold could not
even guess. The halfling stood and watched, his bloodied sword dangling
forgotten at his side.
At the chute the ranger huffed away and finally the rope was
nearly drawn completely up.
"AHHHGGG!" Harald yelled. "Packs!" he screamed. While his friends
fought for their lives he had been drawing up the packs like a mindless
beast. With one hand he raised them above the wooden lip and tossed them
aside as if they were light as feathers, then reached for his weapon. The
massive sword, the claidheamohmor Weland's blade, he had set aside while
he drew up the rope. Now he grabbed it and lifted it high. "Miming" he
called its name.
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(To Be Continued)