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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
Atec Март 01 2008 15:03:31
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. Chess ran,
and something hung with him, something that was part
of the storm. It- seemed to expand, to flex invisible mus-
cles. A voice that was no voice said, "Ah!"
"Ah?" Chess panted. "What do you mean, ah? Do you
have something to do with this... aha! You do! Well,
nice going, Zap. Just keep it up, will you?"
"More," something seemed to demand. "Much more."
"Just behave yourself!" The kender dodged through a
small wooded lot, where trees exploded into fiery kin-
dling as great bolts of lightning struck them. The thunder
was deafening. Goblin feet pounded behind Chess, pur-
suing the globe of bright green light. A bronze bolt
zipped past the kender's ear and buried itself in a tree
trunk.
As Chess dodged past a clump of brush, lightning re-
vealed a wedge of goblin-warriors coming at the kender
from ahead, only yards away. Crossbows went up, and
Chess went down, diving flat onto a sheet of water
inches deep. Bolts sang over him and found targets
among the goblins pursuing. Chess rolled aside and set
off at right angles, cursing the bright green glow that
shone about him. "Invisibility," he hissed. "That's some
wizard we found!"
Hazy boles of trees danced past the kender, reflecting
his own green light through the pouring rain, then he was
in a cleared field and someone was just ahead. Chess
skidded to a halt, soupy mud sheeting from his feet.
More goblins... and something else
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