“There are tomes here,” the necromancer warned darkly, “that devour the incautious.”
“Oh?” The warrior was calm, even cool. “Which are the most dangerous?”
Black robes swirled as the master of death wizardry turned and pointed dramatically.
…— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 16, 2018
There was a sudden flurry of movement, a book snapped shut, and the necromancer’s finger, hand, and arm were simply—gone.
He collapsed, screaming and writhing. The adventurer stepped calmly over him.
“Ah, that one. Got it.”#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 16, 2018