About

.. 30 seconds earlier, he

was sitting in front of the ox-roast in that famed haunt of the Occult. The

Golden Thurible engaged in his favourite pastime of Wizard-Baiting.

What a good story Axil was telling - a new one about Therion, a certain Moon

creature and a rather gullible Elf- really, the sudden silence ofhis

audience should have warned him.

The crowd parted as Therion strode across the floor, dangerous in all his 10

degrees.

Therion raised a twig-like index ringer and flung Axil several hundred

leagues across Graumerphy, into the dungeons beneath the dreary castle called

Collodon's Pile.