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Written to the prompt by make-up-a-wizard — wizard who is also better at swordfighting than you'll ever be
You can download the first four instalments of Some Guy Party as 8-page printable zines on my itch.
It is not often that combat is expected on any given job—it is not often there is combat on any given job—enough that there being combat expected on this job to rid a lost citadel of untoward occupation made pause the commissioner. The particularly tight corridor definitely not a wizard and some guy found themselves fighting off particularly adept combatants in made pause not some guy when somewhere else someone else called for assistance.
Arriving with a kick to the back of one combatant’s knee, some guy handily handled someone else’s outnumbering issue.
Handily hog-tying those that were capable of picking up arms again, someone else asks, “From where were you?”
Some guy gestured up to the open columned arches of the tight corridor where definitely not a wizard free of adversary made way to regroup with them.
Since the lost citadel was considerable—all lost citadels were considerable—the party had split up to tackle the split of the occupying untowards, sweeping across the citadel from one side rather than risk ambush by attacking one by one the many strategically situated posts. The sizeable chamber definitely not a wizard and some guy held safe the entryway for while the rest of the party secured favourable ground made pause not some guy when they spotted a sizeable untoward post circling around to flank the party.
Vaulting over and between low walkway walls, some guy swiftly severed the party’s circling issue.
Swiftly sighting and reinforcing some guy’s efforts, someone else asks, “From how were you?”
Some guy gestured across the many stone and timber walkways that not many would consider traversing such, past such definitely not a wizard free of adversary awaited further approaches to the entryway.
Being a nearby lost citadel to the governing body—being the nearest by lost citadel to the governing body—every surface had been well-chiselled, planed, polished smooth to remove every trace of sigils. The spread of the untowards in search of sigil remnants made for a tedious process of well-surveying the lost citadel for untoward remnants. Several such untowards lying in wait made pause not definitely not a wizard.
Rushing the untowards away from the party caught unaware, definitely not a wizard needed not the aid of some guy nor anyone else despite outnumbering and circling.
Reeling as they recover the rest of the party with some guy’s support, someone else asks, “From when was this?”
Some guy smirks. “Th’fuck’s better than me.”
You can download the first four instalments of Some Guy Party as 8-page printable zines on my itch.
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It is not often that combat is expected on any given job—it is not often there is combat on any given job—enough that there being combat expected on this job to rid a lost citadel of untoward occupation made pause the commissioner. The particularly tight corridor definitely not a wizard and some guy found themselves fighting off particularly adept combatants in made pause not some guy when somewhere else someone else called for assistance.
Arriving with a kick to the back of one combatant’s knee, some guy handily handled someone else’s outnumbering issue.
Handily hog-tying those that were capable of picking up arms again, someone else asks, “From where were you?”
Some guy gestured up to the open columned arches of the tight corridor where definitely not a wizard free of adversary made way to regroup with them.
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Since the lost citadel was considerable—all lost citadels were considerable—the party had split up to tackle the split of the occupying untowards, sweeping across the citadel from one side rather than risk ambush by attacking one by one the many strategically situated posts. The sizeable chamber definitely not a wizard and some guy held safe the entryway for while the rest of the party secured favourable ground made pause not some guy when they spotted a sizeable untoward post circling around to flank the party.
Vaulting over and between low walkway walls, some guy swiftly severed the party’s circling issue.
Swiftly sighting and reinforcing some guy’s efforts, someone else asks, “From how were you?”
Some guy gestured across the many stone and timber walkways that not many would consider traversing such, past such definitely not a wizard free of adversary awaited further approaches to the entryway.
~~~
Being a nearby lost citadel to the governing body—being the nearest by lost citadel to the governing body—every surface had been well-chiselled, planed, polished smooth to remove every trace of sigils. The spread of the untowards in search of sigil remnants made for a tedious process of well-surveying the lost citadel for untoward remnants. Several such untowards lying in wait made pause not definitely not a wizard.
Rushing the untowards away from the party caught unaware, definitely not a wizard needed not the aid of some guy nor anyone else despite outnumbering and circling.
Reeling as they recover the rest of the party with some guy’s support, someone else asks, “From when was this?”
Some guy smirks. “Th’fuck’s better than me.”
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