Friday, April 18
Cut Throat's Gold - Part 6e: The Lair of the Necromancer
Sebastian pointed two fingers at Herbert, who stumped towards the helpless Cal. “Ustilo radius!”
Two entwined rays of fire engulfed the undead servant. “Hnnnnh!” said Herbert. Then he fell into a smoldering heap.
“Nooo!” shrieked Tomas. Beldin struggled out of the ground as Tomas raised one palm. “You killed Herbert! You vill pay for dat vith your LIFE! Algor…”
From across the field, Sebsatian knew he was doomed. He had seen Tomas use that same spell on his enemies before. A blast of ice would spew from his palm, flash-freezing anything in its path. And the only thing in its path was a dark-kin with no magic left to protect him.
“…conus!” Beldin charged into Tomas’ line of sight just as the spell went off. [MORE]
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