#raistlinsknight

[hourglassmajere]

The Perechon was doomed, that much was obvious.  Soon it would be swallowed by the Blood Sea of Istar, and all of them would die.  Well, almost all of them.  Raistlin wasn’t going to let this kill him.  There was one way out, a risky one, but better to take the risk than face certain death by remaining aboard the ship.

He stood in the ship’s cabin, the dragon orb in its full size on the table in front of him.  He focused on the magic within the orb, on what he’d already learned about it, stared into the orbs depths, at the colors swirling within it.

His concentration was interrupted by the door of the cabin opening, and he looked up, irritated as Tanis and Caramon came inside, Tanis demanding to know what he was doing.

“What do you think I’m doing?  I’m escaping certain death.”  Raistlin’s eyes turned back to the dragon orb.

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[dalamars-nipple]

An Unfortunate Name

Raistlin looked up at the shop before him in the pre-dawn light. A well formed structure designed put together by his brother far better than anything he could have done himself, it was a retirement of sorts for the twins. Their journey was over, no more adventuring, but they could help out those who would want to go beyond the vallenwoods of Solace.

Provided said adventurers took The Pimp ‘N’ Shine to be a gear shop, and not, as many snickered, a sex shop. Raistlin swore under his breath for allowing something so important to be decided when his brother had consumed alcohol.

Sighing, for he couldn’t change the ridiculous sign, the mage made for the door, unlocked it and shuffled inside. He made himself a cup of his foul tea and proceeded to check on his potion orders and glanced at his half of the mail, for he still didn’t understand most of the weaponry details, one reason he worked with Caramon instead of Kitiara, though she at least sent them good business.