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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. Some of this smoke rolled up and over the breast-
work, and Flint caught a whiff of it before he could duck out
of the way. Instantly he doubled over, gagging and choking.
He tripped and rolled to the bottom of the sloping wall, the
Tharkan Axe bouncing heavily against his thigh. There he
lay, helplessly, retching.
"King not like sludge bomb," Ooz said, looking sadly
down from the redoubt. Some of the smoke had drifted
around his boots, rising to tickle his face, but the gully
dwarf merely wiped his nose and blinked a few times.
Flint crawled from the last vestiges of the mist that had
seeped over the wall. He shook his head a few times to clear
it, praying that the derro found the sludge bomb effects as
obnoxious as he did.
Indeed, most of the smoke had spilled against the re-
doubt, and rolled back into the onrushing wave of the
Theiwar. It crept like a living thing along the ground,
clutching at skin, pouring into boots and clothes, forcing its
way into every available crevice.
Flint's reaction to a small whiff of the sludge bomb, in
fact, was mild when compared to the extreme effect of the
gas upon the Theiwar
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