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Lord of the Ensonmmark<ref> | Lord of the Ensonmmark<ref>Based on descriptive text from [[John W. Mangrum]]'s [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (contributed by [[Jakob]]), from [http://www.fraternityofshadows.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3350 posts] on the [[Cafe de Nuit|Fraternity of Shadows message board]].</ref> is the third and last book from the ''[[Trilogy of the Two Clerics]]'' series by [[Sir Julius Renaut]] (published in [[Mordent]], [[Richemulot]], [[Dementlieu]], and [[Martira Bay]]. Banned in [[Borca]], [[Hazlan]] and [[Nova Vaasa]] for [[heresy]] and public insult of Divine Lord [[Hazlik]]) | ||
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Lord of the Ensonmmark[1] is the third and last book from the Trilogy of the Two Clerics series by Sir Julius Renaut (published in Mordent, Richemulot, Dementlieu, and Martira Bay. Banned in Borca, Hazlan and Nova Vaasa for heresy and public insult of Divine Lord Hazlik)
An excerpt from it is below: We were dragged by those horrible, dessiccated corpses, to a great room with a circular pit in the middle. The air was full with the smell of death, and I and Silvana started praying aloud for the mercy of our two godesses. Then we saw him.
Tomtadet, the dreaded Tomtadet, was standing there, on the edge of the pit. He laughed at us, dragged in chains before him, and opened his purple silk cape, as if greeting us. He showed us a tattoo on his bare back. "This, my arch-enemies, is my new tattoo. This tattoo is called "Victory". I think you can guess why I had it made as soon as my servants captured the two of you alive." He laughed again. We could not reply, since a gag was in our mouths, clearly to prevent our spellcasting.
Tomtadet grasped my hair and made me look in the pit. Three aberrations of nature were in there, three monster so horrible I could not even describe them now. They were part centipede, part caterpillar, part snail... With tentacles near mouths filled with pointed teeth... Slithering on the bottom of the pit, slowly but voraciously consuming the body of young Artu, the Rashemani guide that accompanied us in Ramulai.
"These" the desplicable wizard continued "are creations of great magick, granted to me by His Most Great Stupidity Hazlik... A gift for someone who is now his greatest enemy! Hah!" He laughed again, his voice booming in the cellar.
I prayed Hala he didn't suspect our plan...
References
- ↑ Based on descriptive text from John W. Mangrum's Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror project (contributed by Jakob), from posts on the Fraternity of Shadows message board.
