The Gremlin Armageddon Clock

The Gremlin Armageddon Clock

The spider weaves his web in thin air. A hornet flies with purpose through the air. His hive mind telling him to collect. Until the moment he realizes he is caught in the spider's web, A web so dense and powerful it forces him into a death rattle. Alarming the hibernating spider. One eye opens fixating on the hornet. Then a second eye, then a third, as all eight eyes bear down on the hornet. The spiders stomach groans in eminent pleasure. The hornet tries one last time to free him self. But there is no success to his desperate actions. The spiders legs have come to full rest on his web, Hovering over his meal, savoring every last bit of starvation he went through. Then fangs sink in deep into hornets flesh.

Chapter 1 Malcolm meets Durell.

Malcolm spots a large hill on the animal path he has been following. He followed this trail until mid afternoon. He must be close to the foot foothills of The Malta Mountain Range. Once he found the foothills he was just a week or so away from the port city Luna-mar.

Near the crest of the trail, he smells a distant cooking fire. Licking his finger and testing the air trying to get the direction of the prevailing winds. – it must becoming from the West. A curiosity turns into wonder who would be out here? Maybe hunter or trappers? Possibly people he could trade with? Since he is a well respected member of the Travelers Guild, the decision seems easy, he heads towards the foreign smells, of almost home cooking.

Now quietly moving through the dense undergrowth. It seems this forest floor has been traveled many times. Spotting two small hunting cabins in a clearing a few hundred yards away. He scans the area, looking for any movement. A large ...

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... effects of this healing potion. I can’t be sure, I have never used this potion on someone who has been covered in the oil. It should be a few days before any infection get serious.

Durell drinks the potion. He feels his vitality rapidly return, but he also feels the pain of broken ribs and the cuts on his thighs. The lacerations on his head seem to hurt worse, but he has dealt with many different kinds of pain growing up in his world.

“When your ready we will go.”

He nods, that he is ready. Malcolm waves him to motion, as Durell passes by him. Malcolm stares at the two cabins. He whispers out a spell. The campfire grows bigger and bigger. It sends out two jets of flame towards the cabins. The fire turns into a conflagration as the two cabins are consumed in magical fire.

Malcolm places his hand on Durell's shoulder, pushing him faster and faster.