The Adventures of Dremron and Company

Book one the Kingdom of Norgot

Chapter 1

  Dremron waved his staff while muttering incantations under his breath, taunting the rest of the hobgoblins every time he killed one. "Hey dung for brains, over here!" he shouted as he cast a fireball and sent it over to the hobgoblin. "Special delivery!" cried the mage, laughing at his joke as he watched it dive into a pond. "Wow, you're quite the swimmer!" cried the hysterical mage, hooting with laughter so hard that he needed to lean on his staff to keep from falling to the ground. The hobgoblin screamed with rage as he climbed out of the water, wincing from the pain that the fire had caused. He limped over to his group, and with his fur matted with blood; he led them away. The injured hobgoblin staggered three steps forward, and then he fell into a never-ending sleep. Scared, confused, leaderless, and defeated; the hobgoblins split up and ran, in fear of the fire mage. Dremron smiled, sighed, and walked over, through the bushes, and back to the path that he had been following before the excursion with the hobbos, as he liked to call them. Dremron continued on the path, not caring what things he would encounter on the way, or where the path would end. He was a wanderer and hoped he would always be one.

  He trekked on until the darkness of night settled in, when he decide to make camp. He gathered a pile of twigs and sticks and muttered a simple incantation to get the fire started. A chill arose and made its way down his spine, this only happened when someone was nearby. Dremron was like lightning as he grabbed his staff and spun around, tripping the intruder and pointing his staff at his neck threateningly. He heard another sound along with the prick of a sword blade at his neck. "It would be best if you removed your staff from my comrades head," a voice firmly said. Dremron being in the position that he was in didn't really have much of a choice. He looked from the person he had pinned on the ground, to the blade, which was at his neck, the fire light reflecting off of the steel. Dremron would have made a compliment on how the blade was magnificent, but in his current predicament. Well it wasn't really the time to make comments on the beauty of a sword.

"Come out so that I may see if you are friend or foe," said the old mage, his voice quivering.

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