“Boring, boring, boring!” a voice cackled into the still air. “Killing people sitting on the ground doing nothing would have made for terrible karma.” The question of who the voice belonged to was resolved when a near-nude man stepped out from behind one of the few undamaged buildings. “I show up to try out some legendary Dwarvish bathhouses, and children like that go interrupting my fun!” The greasy old man grouched—now not quite as dirty due to a relaxing bath—and walked over to the dead Mages to retrieve his belonging still embedded in a skull. The others leaned forward, trying to catch a
...more
