14th Jan 2015, 4:23 AM in The Rite of Serfdom


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[[Ottar fetches an object from Norla's skirt pocket while Norla continues trying to work the spell.]]
[[Ottar flies up in Wythllew's direction.]] / Norla: In her eyes, Ottar!
[[Ottar flies in front of the gigantic Wythllew's face. In his right hand is a small bag.]] / Ottar: Gleeb!
[[Ottar blows the contents of the bag into Wythllew's eyes.]] / Ottar: Gods, thou lookest ill!
[[Ottar is attacked by one of Wythllew's warriors. He dodges the warrior's swords by swooping over them.]]
Atra: Fireball! / Norla: Yes!
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Reinder Dijkhuis 14th Jan 2015, 4:23 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on March 1, 2004.