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the pack and charged Arthur. He was about to lunge into a devastating thrust, when Arthur sent sharp flashes of light towards the goblin's eyes with the orb. The goblin came to an abrupt halt and fell to his knees, rubbing his eyes.
This just will not do , Arthur thought. Blinding and dazing the goblins does have some effect, but that effect wears off in too little time and they once more come at me. If they decide to all come at once, why, I don't think I shall survive. I must figure out how to do more with this orb of light besides flicker a few sparks in their eyes. Come now, what else can one do with mere light?
Antic sprayed another two goblins that started for them, and tried spraying a third, but the juice came out in a small spurt. No giant ants came to the rescue, no doubt since they were so far from the ant nest. Antic retreated and hid behind Arthur, quivering.
What types of light are there? Well now, there is light coming off a torch, lighting a room and providing some heat. There is light of the iridescent blowfish, a soft luminescence that, while pleasant on the eyes, does not seem to be of much use under this circumstance. There is also the light of the sun, a light which given enough time can cause a surface to heat up to a considerable level of discomfort.
A somewhat larger goblin, perhaps as tall as a dwarf, came out of the pack and roared at Arthur. The goblin swung an enormous mallet over its head and sent it crashing into the ground in challenge.
Arthur raised up the orb, pressed his finger to it and spoke an incantation to adjust the way the orb absorbed and discharged light. He pointed at the face of the large goblin and said "Lux trabem!" A solid beam of light, as concentrated and small as a fist, burst from the face of the orb, searing into the goblin's face. The goblin's face sizzled and burned, wisps of smoke rising as the goblin screamed in pain.
"Nice!" Arthur exclaimed. "Take that, goblin. The next one coming will really get it!" Arthur turned a section of the orb, which made clicking sounds as it turned.
click… clicK… cLicK… CLicK… CLiCK… CLICK…
The goblins stood back, looking unsure of what to do. So Arthur, gentleman that he is, decided to help them decide by providing them with a better argument.
"Intentoque lux trabem!"
The area around Arthur dimmed as streams of light poured into the orb. A single narrow point of light no bigger than a finger shone out of the orb and through one of the goblins. The goblin looked down at the beam with a curious expression until Arthur moved the beam, jerking it through the rest of the goblin horde. The top half of the goblins in the front row slid off the bottom halves and landed on the ground with a sickening splut. The goblins immediately behind them fell over, groaning in pain or dead.
The goblins behind them concluded their contemplations, remembering they had plans elsewhere and were unable to continue to entertain Arthur, no matter how rude it was to abandon their guest. In short, they ran.
"Well, now," said Arthur, out of breath and still bleeding profusely. "This orb is a wondrous thing, indeed. Melody was, I think, mistaken. At least now, should my compatriots find me, I'll become a whole man again. It's almost a pity. I was becoming rather used to being a half-unicorn centaur wizard."
He slumped to the ground, the orb too heavy for his weakening arms to continue holding. The orb dropped out of his hand and rolled towards the goblins. A goblin stepped forward and said, "Well, now, who do we have here?" and smiled an evil grin.
"Whom," Arthur said. "Whom do we have here." Then he died.
Episode Nine
The Berserker and the Goblins
As the morning sun crested the horizon, shining bright light into the canyon, Moog the Mender peeked out of the bushes, wary for any signs of impending death. Goblin corpses littered the landscape. Nothing moved. He poked one foot out, nearly touching the ground with it, and jerked it
This just will not do , Arthur thought. Blinding and dazing the goblins does have some effect, but that effect wears off in too little time and they once more come at me. If they decide to all come at once, why, I don't think I shall survive. I must figure out how to do more with this orb of light besides flicker a few sparks in their eyes. Come now, what else can one do with mere light?
Antic sprayed another two goblins that started for them, and tried spraying a third, but the juice came out in a small spurt. No giant ants came to the rescue, no doubt since they were so far from the ant nest. Antic retreated and hid behind Arthur, quivering.
What types of light are there? Well now, there is light coming off a torch, lighting a room and providing some heat. There is light of the iridescent blowfish, a soft luminescence that, while pleasant on the eyes, does not seem to be of much use under this circumstance. There is also the light of the sun, a light which given enough time can cause a surface to heat up to a considerable level of discomfort.
A somewhat larger goblin, perhaps as tall as a dwarf, came out of the pack and roared at Arthur. The goblin swung an enormous mallet over its head and sent it crashing into the ground in challenge.
Arthur raised up the orb, pressed his finger to it and spoke an incantation to adjust the way the orb absorbed and discharged light. He pointed at the face of the large goblin and said "Lux trabem!" A solid beam of light, as concentrated and small as a fist, burst from the face of the orb, searing into the goblin's face. The goblin's face sizzled and burned, wisps of smoke rising as the goblin screamed in pain.
"Nice!" Arthur exclaimed. "Take that, goblin. The next one coming will really get it!" Arthur turned a section of the orb, which made clicking sounds as it turned.
click… clicK… cLicK… CLicK… CLiCK… CLICK…
The goblins stood back, looking unsure of what to do. So Arthur, gentleman that he is, decided to help them decide by providing them with a better argument.
"Intentoque lux trabem!"
The area around Arthur dimmed as streams of light poured into the orb. A single narrow point of light no bigger than a finger shone out of the orb and through one of the goblins. The goblin looked down at the beam with a curious expression until Arthur moved the beam, jerking it through the rest of the goblin horde. The top half of the goblins in the front row slid off the bottom halves and landed on the ground with a sickening splut. The goblins immediately behind them fell over, groaning in pain or dead.
The goblins behind them concluded their contemplations, remembering they had plans elsewhere and were unable to continue to entertain Arthur, no matter how rude it was to abandon their guest. In short, they ran.
"Well, now," said Arthur, out of breath and still bleeding profusely. "This orb is a wondrous thing, indeed. Melody was, I think, mistaken. At least now, should my compatriots find me, I'll become a whole man again. It's almost a pity. I was becoming rather used to being a half-unicorn centaur wizard."
He slumped to the ground, the orb too heavy for his weakening arms to continue holding. The orb dropped out of his hand and rolled towards the goblins. A goblin stepped forward and said, "Well, now, who do we have here?" and smiled an evil grin.
"Whom," Arthur said. "Whom do we have here." Then he died.
Episode Nine
The Berserker and the Goblins
As the morning sun crested the horizon, shining bright light into the canyon, Moog the Mender peeked out of the bushes, wary for any signs of impending death. Goblin corpses littered the landscape. Nothing moved. He poked one foot out, nearly touching the ground with it, and jerked it
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