Axil the Able stood in three inches of stagnant water and surveyed one of the
most dismal dungeons he had ever been thrown into... 30 seconds earlier, he
was sitting in front of the ox-roast in that famed haunt of the Occult. The
Golden Thurible engaged in his favourite pastime of Wizard-Baiting.
What a good story Axil was telling - a new one about Therion, a certain Moon
creature and a rather gullible Elf- really, the sudden silence ofhis
audience should have warned him.
The crowd parted as Therion strode across the floor, dangerous in all his 10
Therion raised a twig-like index ringer and flung Axil several hundred
leagues across Graumerphy, into the dungeons beneath the dreary castle called