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...Thank you for reading!  Long live Greyhawk!

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"This calls for a celebration," Otto said.

"Yeah, let's go get stinking drunk back at the Green Dragon," Quij said.

"I wouldn't say no to something with a bit of some kick to it. Coming, sir?" Otto added, turning to face Robilar.

"Go on, I'll catch up," Robilar said.


Tenser was deep in thought when he noticed the hand on his shoulder. Under normal circumstances he might have appreciated the gesture, but at the moment all he could think about was that one misspent afternoon had crippled his plans for his future.

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"Wait," Endelar said to her driver. She glanced back at the figures in the smoky haze that filled the street. No man had ever allowed her to get this far without running after her. If he did not come after her...the indignity of it...

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Naturally, shouts for a fire brigade had brought a swift response from the City Watch as well. The innkeeper was still fuming, despite the fact that his inn seemed like it was going to survive intact, and was quick to let the watchmen know.


"Over there, officers! Those are the culprits responsible! Be wary of them..." Felipe Namarhz called out to the approaching watchmen, but then was nearly knocked over from behind.

"Excuse me! Out of my way!" yelled a lady in fine gown, muscling her way out into the street from the inn. She was not dressed for walking unescorted, as the train of her dress was held by no servant and had clearly dragged though mud and offal from the curb and had torn on something. She stomped off through the street, her dress becoming more disheveled, until she approached a carriage. "Get me home!" she hollered at the driver with no trace of refinement.

Felipe turned his attention back to the watchmen. It was a paltry size for a watch patrol and Felipe feared it was not going to be sufficient to enforce justice on this hoodlum in strange armor, his orc flunky, and the dwarf-like man who accompanied them. That they had magic between them was unmistakable. Surely, they were plotting between them even now how they would best the watchmen and escape. Ah, but the sergeant of the watch was approaching him now...

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Even in a city as ruthless as Greyhawk, a shout of "Fire!" netted quick results. The innkeeper, Felipe, had six people out in the street in a nonce, all lining up with buckets at the water trough (that only had bits of Quij floating in it), with more people on the way.

The shouting from the growing crowd drew Tenser to his window...

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The sudden rush of wind had taken Robilar by surprise. His first thought was that it was some new form of attack the stalker was demonstrating. But no, he had felt the impact of his sword -- and he had killed enough beings to instinctively know when he had struck vitals.

The wind had bowled him over, but Robilar stood up and listened for a moment. The wind was gone. There was no movement. Robilar poked around at the ground in front of him with the sword. There was no invisible body, but he suspected the creature had simply dissipated, returning to its home plane, as some other outer-planar things had done upon his killing them.

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Robilar was sick of this stalker. He was sick of conjured other-planar beings. He was sick (if not also a bit jealous) of the power magic-users had and wielded with such reckless abandon, and how often they wound up using it against him with reckless abandon. And, in that moment, he himself was filled with reckless abandon. With a single magic word he ended the magic of his levitating boots and dropped downwards to the newly web-shrouded street.

Only in the very last moment did it even occur to him that his flaming sword slashing through the magic web might have consequences.