Fantasy Novel Extract
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gateway to nipple hime. Malignant, clinging mist appeared from nowhere and cut their vision toe. But a few yards wafted about and sickened the men, causing them to cough and wretch and grow lightheaded. With the mist came a bone chilling cold and soon followed a thunderous cacophony that ****** their very souls. The Maleficent sk Erling be steel sound was akin to not in nature and much in Nightmare. A preternatural wailing, it wass and in its wake founded death, the man that fell off the rim through powerful magics. That spot reeks of it, said Data. How do you know that? Said job. I have my ways, and they're none of your concern. What said Do you think you are talking to me like that? This is a or chess land, Mr stinking Foreigner, and you will explain yourself good on proper or I'll be knocking you on your behind and beating the answers out of you are the march towards data. Fists clenched and fight in his eyes, Gabriel grabbed up by the colour and stopped him in his tracks. Florid data says. The captured man used magic, said Gabriel. Then you can be certain that he did leave it at that. Be a sense, it said Gabriel. I do, said data. I thought you might as well. The weave of magic is strong here, stronger than it has been in ages, and it's more than just this magical circle, said Gabriel. There was great evil here. Of late comes with the mist. I suspect on the Miss returns, creatures of nipple hime will return with it, said Data. Even me afford such beasties. I tell you more to over the years, said Ob. Once over in the dead fans, another time in southeast. I expect you have also you being such a big hero and all. I have fought their kind many times, said Fator as he peered down at the bellicose gnome. But the others have not, said Gabriel, gesturing towards the encampment. They're fine soldiers, but they have no idea what terrors await them here. This eve they will learn, or they will die. That data such is the way of things regularly of sunshine on your theatre, said Ob. Put your teeth together gnome and open your ears, said Data. This place it is even more sinister than I think you realise it is becoming a gateway, a portal to a place more horrific than any mortal can imagine. A place of incomprehensible evil, of mind shattering, idiotic chaos of pure insanity. Those who dwell there would make mid guard like that. This is what we must prevent. This is why we are here. We must seal this gateway forever. This is our true quest. Obs Mouth dropped open and he stared a theatre in disbelief. What are you about? Theatre said ob portal to another world. What madness are you spewing? Listen, young fellow, I know you wouldn't guess it from looking at me pretty face. But I'm 316 years old on have been from one side of this continent to the other more times than you've had birthdays and I have never seen nor heard tell of such a thing. Sure, there'll be some crazy sorcerers. What can conjure up a strange beastie or two from who knows where, but nothing Mohr gateway to another world. That data responded in a smooth and level tone. Nevertheless, what I have said is true. Just a hint of anger showed in the set of his jaw and slight fell of his brow. I will prevent the gateway from opening. We'll close it once it does. You men can assist or not. It matters little to me. I will do what needs to be done That Mr Know it all said job. You are nothing but a bolster on a brag out with no true mettle. Later, if some creature from another world becoming at you a bit, you would soil that fancy armour of yours in a heartbeat. ****, you'd be down on your knees begging for mercy, pleading for your life or running away with your tail between your legs. Enough said Gabriel. Lord Theatre is here to help us. Not to be insulted by a loud mouth gnome. I will hear no more of it. I think what I think and I'll see what I see. And if anybody don't like it, there can stuff it spat the newme. How do you know all these things? Said ob You're not just some night on holiday. Who are you? Theatre. Who are you really later turned and began to walk away. Perhaps tonight he will find out. Obs weathered fizz are JB lunched at fate as ominous words. Gabriel ob Dolan and Clarity and watched the mysterious night walk back to the makeshift encampment. Should we tell the men, said Claritin, what would you have me tell them? Said Gabriel, that the world is ending claret and shrugged that we have a madman amongst us, said ob Mark May words. He will be the doom of us all stinking foreigners. You're this think you won, said Dolan, wrinkling his nose before he set off after theatre.