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Dragonlance -- Dan Parkinson - The Gates Of Thorbardin
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. The remain-
ing goblin was still scrambling to his feet when Geekay
swapped ends and kicked. Crushed like a turtle in its
shell, the goblin flew over Wingover's head and re-
bounded off a wall of the gully.
"Not bad," Wingover breathed, catching up the reins
of the excited, wild-eyed horse. "Now let's move. It
stinks here."
He scrambled into his saddle. Geekay cleared the rim
at a bound and headed for the right-hand hill ahead,
Wingover wondered where the rest of the goblins were.
He knew there were at least a hundred more, and among
them possibly ogres - as well as a woman in a hideous ar-
mor mask that hid a face that should have been beauti-
ful.
Atop the hill was a bright green statue of a wizard,
both arms extended to their full length, a motionless staff
in one hand. Wingover blinked at it, then headed for it.
Even from the foot of the hill, he recognized Glenshadow
the Wanderer... even though he was bright green and
motionless.
The wilderness man reined in beside the wizard, gap-
ing at him. Even his clothing and his hair were bright
green. Leaning from his saddle, he asked,. 'What hap-
pened to you?"
"Take... it," the wizard gasped.
"Take what?" He looked the mage over and noticed
that one hand was balled into a tight fist. Wingover pried
it open
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