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. But as he drew it forth a
horrible realization came to him. His fingers went limp, the
sand trickled from them, spilling down upon the floor.
His magic was gone!
"No, please, no!" Palin moaned, looking up at the
Graygem, which appeared to sparkle with a chaotic
malevolence.
The wooden door to the room burst open, banging
against the wall.
"We have come as you commanded us, Graygem!"
cried a voice.
It was the voice of the dark-haired beauty. Behind her
was the blonde, and behind them all the rest of the women,
young and old alike. But gone were the diaphanous gowns
and seductive smiles. The women were dressed in tiger
skins. Feathers were tied in their hair, and they carried
stone-tipped spears in their hands.
And now Tanin's voice rang out loudly as a trumpet call,
"My troops! To my side! Rally round!" Raising his arm, he
gave a battle cry and the women answered with a wild
shout.
"Bring me wine!" cried Sturm, executing an impromptu
dance. "Let the revelries begin!"
The blonde's eyes were on him and they burned with
lust. Unfortunately, it was lust of the wrong kind. She
raised her spear, her eyes looking to her leader - Tanin - for
the order to attack.
"You promise me?" said the black dragon eagerly, its
forked tongue flicking in and out of its dripping mouth
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