Yessir, I'll do that. I pwomise.
HEY THERE READERS, I'm sorry, but my steam ran out. I got twelve hundred words out before the inkwell ran dry, and I've got a definite ending place for this update planned... I will not reach it tonight. I will try again tomorrow, but knowing what a big jerk I am (right, Ave Rage?)... who knows. Soon, though.
Here's a teaser:
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Menerous nodded. “Does anyone have anything to say?”
The Knights drew their weapons and readied. “May the hand of Pelor guide us,” Myramus said. “May the Shining One lend his grace to us in this, our deadliest hour.”
Dartan laughed. “May your Shining One choke on the souls he devours.” The Maximus brothers looked hurt at this, but didn’t answer.
Broldek smiled. “I’ve got nothin’ to say. Let’s go in there and start swinging, for the good of the land.”
Snooky said I just want you all to know how proud my master would be, if he could see you now. If the gods are good he will be able to tell you this himself, in a few moments.
Edge’s ears were red. He cursed softly. “Hell with it. Kizzlorn… for good luck.” He jumped up and planted a quick, gentle kiss on her lips. “And because I might not live to do it later.” He turned away in his embarrassment.
Kizz stared after him, shocked. She’d known of the halfling’s feelings for her, but she never thought he’d dare to be so bold. She opened her mouth to say something scathing for the offense, but decided against it. Instead, she collected herself and said “May our swords and spells strike true. Let’s go.”
They placed each of the keys in a hole, and turned them. When the last key was turned, the door clicked. Myramus kicked the door in and they ran inside...
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