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 With a cool determination the larger Jotun begin to advance upon you. You ready your weapon and with a twitch of your shoulder throw your backpack to the floor. The hard crunch of your equipment distracts your attackers for a moment, they are in no hurry and they know you cannot escape. As you stand your ground you kick your pack to the side and do not notice that some of its contents spill out onto the dusty floor. The Hordim however, see the collection of items and artifacts you have collected on your journey and in their eyes a new motivation grows. Greed quickly takes the place of duty in their eyes. They look at each other, an unanswered question forms between them. Who will have this human scum's possessions?
Their moment of hesitation is enough. Diving for the pack you pull Morgen's Spear from its wrapping. Commanding it to grow to full size your intention is to use it as a lance, but before you can wield it the spear takes the combat into its own hands, and you can do nothing more than watch. From your open hands the artifact rises into the air, lengthening to its full extension before suddenly exploding in a coruscation of energy. Brilliant light shines forth from its hilt, rapidly spreading along its length until even you must avert your gaze. You feel like you are holding the sun in your hands and for your attackers it is too much. Reeling backwards they run from the Library, a hot shining ball of light close upon their heels. As they disappear to the west, all you hear is screams of terror as they tumble and fall down the deep staircase.
In the Library you don't stop to think about what it is you have just unleashed. Willing the spear to return to its former compact size you place it back in your pack and search for any possible escape. Near an old bookcase you spy a small ventilation grill. It is set at the base of the wall and is about a forearm wide. Running over to it, you try with all your might to pull it from the wall. It will not budge. Shouts and angry argument are now coming clearly from the hall outside. You have only a moment to decide what to do. Again you attack the grill and finally it gives way. Stopping only to throw your weapons and pack into the hole, you dive in and cover the open shaft with a piece of broken timber. Although you cannot believe it you will live to fight another day.
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Turn to section 168. If you have a shield in your possession it will have to be left behind. Adjust your character sheet accordingly before continuing.
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This book, and its associated books and other documents in the Chronicles of Arborell series are the intellectual property of the author, Wayne F Densley, and all rights are reserved by him. Windhammer is best viewed at 1024 x 768 resolution. Any questions regarding the Chronicles of Arborell can be answered by emailing the author at densleyw@shoal.net.au
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