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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. This room looks just like the drawing on
the other half of the map I gave Tasslehoff."
Damaris looked up from behind the desk with a self-
satisfied grin. "I found a lever for something!"
Phineas's eyebrows rose. But before he could form a
question he heard a loud "ping!"
Suddenly, the room filled with roiling, purple mist
streaked with rich emerald green. The mist extinguished
the torch in the sconce, then Trapspringer's as well. But it
produced a dim glow of its own.
"What did you do, Damaris?" thundered Phineas,
crawling behind the desk.
"I'm not sure," she breathed anxiously. Even in the fog
her eyes looked as big as tea plates. "But isn't it pretty?"
A vicious wind grew on the other side of the mist,
evaporating it in seconds, leaving behind a huge burn
scar that seared a large, rectangular hole through the
stone wall. Beyond, more purple and green mist roiled in
a shapeless tunnel.
Hand-in-hand, Trapspringer and Damaris were ad
vancing toward the hole.
Phineas watched in horror. He could not move hi,
feet. He could only scream. "Stop! Don't go in there!"
Being kender, of course, Trapspringer and Damaris
did not stop. "We're going to be magicked!" was all they
said as they disappeared into the fog.
Though the human was physically frozen by fear, hi!
mind raced. He saw himself with two options. He could
either go back down the tower and face a very ugly, very
angry ogre who didn't seem to like humans as much as
kender to begin with.
Or, he could throw himself into the mist after Trap-
springer and Damaris, who seemed to be inordinately
lucky, at least where life and death were concerned
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