the MOSIAC
EPISODE 10
The door to the room shuddered again under a tremendous impact; the multicolored glow surrounding the doorway began to flicker.
"Crap crap crap!" yelled the mage to Nynko. "Do you have anything else that might hold it off?!?!"
"That’s the best ward I have!" the priest screamed as another powerful blow to the door shook the room and knocked both of them from their feet. As Nynko unsteadily stood, he pointed to the small window at the back of the room. "Look, it's only a four story fall if we jump from here! Just leave the damn chest!”
"OPEN UP ASSHOLES! I CAN SMELL YOUR STOLEN MAGIC!" came the thunderous roar from outside the door as a couple of hinges broke loose and the wood began to splinter, the shifting radiance almost completely gone.
Nynko glared at the wizard.
"Not me this time! I swear!" Gahnt yelled, eyes wide.
Another hinge went flying off the door and a huge crack now ran down the center. The aura flickered a few more times and then went out.
"Screw that! I've had as much of this as I can take." said Gahnt, irritated as hell. "Find cover." he told the priest as he dug through the chest and pulled out an old and tattered scroll. With great care he rolled it open and began to read the ancient words of power.
Nynko threw himself across one of the beds near the corner as living flames of red and black erupted everywhere.
EPISODE 10
The door to the room shuddered again under a tremendous impact; the multicolored glow surrounding the doorway began to flicker.
"Crap crap crap!" yelled the mage to Nynko. "Do you have anything else that might hold it off?!?!"
"That’s the best ward I have!" the priest screamed as another powerful blow to the door shook the room and knocked both of them from their feet. As Nynko unsteadily stood, he pointed to the small window at the back of the room. "Look, it's only a four story fall if we jump from here! Just leave the damn chest!”
"OPEN UP ASSHOLES! I CAN SMELL YOUR STOLEN MAGIC!" came the thunderous roar from outside the door as a couple of hinges broke loose and the wood began to splinter, the shifting radiance almost completely gone.
Nynko glared at the wizard.
"Not me this time! I swear!" Gahnt yelled, eyes wide.
Another hinge went flying off the door and a huge crack now ran down the center. The aura flickered a few more times and then went out.
"Screw that! I've had as much of this as I can take." said Gahnt, irritated as hell. "Find cover." he told the priest as he dug through the chest and pulled out an old and tattered scroll. With great care he rolled it open and began to read the ancient words of power.
Nynko threw himself across one of the beds near the corner as living flames of red and black erupted everywhere.
The door finally shattered and he glimpsed a huge, dark figure with eyes like dying suns rushing into the room.
Uttering a string of creative profanities, Nynko dove into the space between the wall and the bed, heaving the mattress and frame on top of him while he frantically began layering himself under every defensive spell he had. The drums thundered, the lightning fell, and his makeshift fortress was torn asunder, disintegrating into hundreds of pieces.
In the center of the room stood Gahnt, a black aura crackling around him like some dark god as he completed the scroll and released the awful magic into the broken and terrible creature.
Nynko thought he saw the moon high overhead as the building was ripped apart. Then the blackness rose up before him and fell upon him like dark wave.
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