Insulting a high-level wizard is not a good idea, as Axil the Able has just discovered. He’s been teleported from his favourite pub, the Golden Thurible, straight into the dank and dangerous dungeon of Collodon’s Pile. It would be a good idea to find a way out…
Axil the Able stood in three inches of stagnant water and surveyed one of the most dismal dungeons he had ever been thrown into…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 favourate 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 of his 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 finger and flung Axil several hundred leagues across Graumerphy, into the dungeons beneath the dreary castle called Collodon’s Pile.
In the dark twilight, Axil tutted – and then took stock. He was, at least, clothed: he carried a large leather pouch, and on a nearby table, there was a book.
