> "So who do you suppose lives in a place like that?" Zaerini
> asked her friends. "I can imagine a few reasonable alternatives
> myself."
> "Such as?" Edwin asked.
> "Well…it could be a wicked old man-eating hag."
> "No, no", Imoen protested. "Those are supposed to live in
> gingerbread houses. Not in trees."
Oh, Imoen...*passes hand over eyes*
> Before the bard could respond Jaheira stepped forward, eyes blazing and a
> hand on the hilt of her scimitar. "Shadowdruid", she growled,
> never taking her eyes off Faldorn. "So your destructive ways have
> spread this far."
More like stupid ways.
> I wonder why religious fanatics so often seem to be opposed to the
> concept of soap and water , she thought. Maybe they think there's
> something particularly holy about dirt. "So, you have come", he
> said in a voice that reminded the bard of the creaking of a very old door.
> Probably spent so much time rolling in the mud that he's forgotten how to
> talk.
Maybe it was becaues of being raised in Candlekeep, but I always enjoy a good hot bath, myself.
> Seniyad? Zaerini thought. That was the one who wanted to slaughter
> Aldeth for hunting a little game in the forest, wasn't it? And if he's a
> softhearted fool, then I really don't think I'm going to like this
> guy.
It does tend to change one's perspective, doesn't it, sister?
> Really? Softpaws waspishly commented. Shows how much you really know
> about animals, Stinky.
*chuckle* Oh, I like your familiar, sister, I really do. *reaches out and gives Softpaws neck skritches.*
> "Then die", the Archdruid snarled, "and may your corpse
> feed the Great Trees." He immediately started chanting a spell,
> Faldorn following his example. Rini wasted no time, quickly intoning the
> words to summon Magic Missiles. There was a curious ringing in her ears,
> but she ignored it, thinking only of the battle ahead. The spell formed
> inside her mind, it launched - but something was wrong. Her entire body
> was tingling, and rather than the glowing balls of energy she had been
> expecting she felt something cold and wet against her face. Snow?! she
> thought. Inside a tree ?! And snow it was, a veritable snowstorm
> suddenly raging inside the closed space of the room, half blinding the
> combatants, whipping against their faces. Something had taken her spell
> and twisted it all up. "Edwin, don't!" the bard screamed as she
> suddenly recalled seeing the wizard starting a spell of his own. But it
> was too late. Edwin finished his spell, and as he did he was suddenly
> enveloped by a cloud of bright red smoke. When it cleared the wizard was
> nowhere to be seen. A dark gray wolf stood there in his stead, looking
> extremely puzzled about what had happened. A Wild Magic field , Rini
> realized. And it seems to only affect arcane magic, not priestly. We are
> in such trouble now…Gods, I hope Eddie is all right!
Oh, lovely. I've run into a few of those.
> "Pfeh", the druid snorted. "That one is just a low wolf.
> She's not worth the trouble."
Mistake, druid. But then, I learned that one the hard way, too.
> "No, no. Not in itself ." The wizard shuddered with disgust.
> "But I bit him, didn't I? Would you believe it, he tasted even
> worse than he smelled?"
*Adrian is bent over in his chair, wheezing silent laughter.*
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