Аннотация
Blackstaff
Steven E. Schend
PROLOGUE
Feast of the Moon, the Year of True Names (464 DR) "Get back here, you malevolent windbag!" The wizard was dark in demeanor, garb, and action. He snarled out an incantation, and his arms erupted with orange energy. His colossal spell-arms seized the creature by its tail and yanked it hard away from its prey-a wide-eyed elf child. The mage then whipped his arms downward as if he were swinging a hammer. The green creature in his spell's grasp smacked against an outcrop of rock, popping many eyes along its length with each impact. The wizard could tell the phaerimm was in pain and angry by the high-pitched wind whistling around it, and he repeated his actions to disrupt any spells it tried to cast. He felt the creature collapse and stop its struggles, its body broken with bones jutting out through its sickly green skin. The man kept his focus on his spell but yelled to be heard over the wind, "Child, come here!" The small elf girl ...
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