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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. It might have looked vaguely human if not for
a sloping forehead that led to a pointy brow and greasy,
slicked-back, dark hair. It had unusually long arms, no
chin, and horned feet. That, and it was nearly ten feet
tall. Damaris stared in amazement. But Trapspringer
wasn't amazed at all; he recognized an ogre when he saw
one.
"Too much noise!" it howled. Snatching up a startled
kender under each arm, it advanced a dozen yards
through the brush. Suddenly, Trapspringer saw a gaping
hole in the ground with steps cut into the side. The open-
ing had to be at least six feet across. Certainly big enough
for...
The ogre, without pausing, leaped into the emptiness.
The walls rushed past as they plunged down the twenty-
foot pit and slammed into the packed dirt at its bottom.
The ogre landed on his feet, the kender still safely tucked
under his arms. Twisting around, Trapspringer was able
to see that the ogre was charging down a tunnel. Damaris
was squirming and punching, while Trapspringer was
enjoying the bumpy ride.
The damp, musty-smelling passage poured out into a
round, cluttered room, old but apparently still sound. A
stairway zigzagged upward on one side of the room.
With a grunt, the ogre dropped his burdens to the floor.
Dazed by the wild ride and by the fading effect of the
grove's enchantment, the two kender sat on the uneven,
sandy floor, recovering their wits. In the flickering torch-
light, Trapspringer saw a crude table consisting of a large
board laid over two equally large boulders
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