Differences in The Wandering Inn 2.30
How did I do that?
Or rather,
why didn’t I think of that before?
It’s so obvious—but of course it’s probably another spell mages learn.
- That is so convenient.
- Why didn’t Ceria teach me this spell instead of the orb of light?
- It’s so useful—but of course it’s probably another spell mages learn.
- Or not.
Its awkward,
- It’s awkward,
- rolling back the cloth around my injury with one hand as my light source,
- My flesh tears and I nearly scream as the wood splinters.
I grab at my belt and come up a small knife.
- I grab at my belt and come up with a small knife.
- A Frost Faerie grins at me as she perches on a leaf,
and more of her friengs sit in the bush.
- and more of her friends sit in the bush.
- Watching me in a very intimate moment.
- I slowly walk into the trees,
pushing past the thrick branches.
- pushing past the thick branches.
- My nerves are twanging as I slowly make my way forwards.
- Death?
It can’ be worse than what lies behind me.
- It can’t be worse than what lies behind me.
- and a general sense of…
death emenating from the group of warriors.
- death emanating from the group of warriors.
- One of the soldiers,
a tall Gnoll with a poleax hesitates.
- a tall Gnoll with a poleaxe hesitates.
- She looks at me,
and suddenly the sword it right back at my throat.
- and suddenly the sword is right back at my throat.
- I raise my hands,
- The giant stops halfway out of the ground.
It raies it’s other arm,
- It raises its other arm,
- shedding snow and dirt and waits.
- dribbling black blood from its ‘mouth’.
A things of many worms reshapes itself as it slowly drags itself through the snow.
- A thing made of many worms reshapes itself as it slowly drags itself through the snow.
A tall skeleton of a Gnoll strides towards us,
- A tall corpse of a Gnoll strides towards us,
- a massive battleaxe in his hand,
- Across the snowy expanse,
the undead Gnoll skeleton in armor stops and speaks.
- the undead Gnoll wearing armor stops and speaks.
- His voice is hollow,
- She looks almost humanoid,
but she had no face,
- but she has no face,
- no features.
- though.
Her face resembles a beautiful woman’s harsh and angular though it might be,
- Her face is that of a beautiful woman,
- harsh and angular though it might be,
- but her face is ivory white.
- The fine particles fill the corridor,
practically a smokescreen initself.
- practically a smokescreen in itself.
- The woman stares at the particles covering her and the skeletons and waves it away.
- and I grab the last potion out of my belt.
I uncork it and hurl it in one moiton.
- I uncork it and hurl it in one motion.
Flame’s burst from the bottle the instant it meets the air.
- Flames burst from the bottle the instant it meets the air.
- But even as the bone woman dodges,
- The force of the blast nearly throws me off my feet and the heat cooks me.
The flour dust blows outwards as the flames expand outwards,
- The flour dust blows outwards as the flames expand,
- engulfing everything caught in the center of the blast in fire.
This would shattered them.
- This would shatter them.
- As Zel took his place at the head of the line,