The Sorcerer's Path Box Set: Book 1-4 by Brock Deskins

Author:Brock Deskins [Deskins, Brock]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Dingo Dog Publishing
Published: 2014-11-19T05:00:00+00:00

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“I’m startin’ to have real doubts about this whole adventuring thing,” Borik said over the top of his mug.

Borik Deepstone was, at first appearance, your typically squat, dour, strong-armed, hardheaded dwarf. He kept his long, reddish brown beard tucked into his broad belt from which hung a large assortment of weapons and smaller tools. He had only two facial expressions that even his closest companions ever saw: thoughtful and contemplative or perturbed and grumpy. Right now, as was his favorite, he was perturbed and grumpy.

“What do you mean?” Maude asked.

Maude was an unusual woman. She drank, fought, and cursed as well as any man, often going to great lengths to surpass them in these pursuits. When not encased in her armor, she had a plain face, thick neck, broad shoulders from which sprouted lean but very strong arms, a surprisingly narrow waist that quickly expanded into broad hips and muscular thighs.

Her name was Maudeline Ballister though some referred to her as Maude Ballbuster, but those who knew her never said it within her hearing. Any drunken louts who made the mistake of allowing her to overhear the nickname soon found themselves leaving with far fewer teeth than when they had arrived.

“I mean nobody does this kinda stuff anymore, and I’m startin’ to see why. It's been four months since we've had so much as a whiff of a job! That kobold den we flushed out didn't even turn up enough loot to pay for food and damage to our weapons. We been running around like idiots for more’n three years, and the only thing we’ve found remotely interesting is that!” Borik complained, jabbing a stubby finger at the elf, Tarth.

“You leave Tarth alone!” Maude warned. “He is special and part of the team and I like him.”

“He’s special all right, kicked in the head by a mule special.”

Tarthanalis Moonglow was a thin elven wizard who was unusual even for his reclusive race. He was tall and lean, dressed in flowing robes of colorful silks, and walked the world as though in a semi-dream state. He lined his eyes in coal and often powdered his face due to his extreme vanity. He was currently engrossed in coloring his long fingernails. Using his magic, he touched his index finger to a fingernail and held it out for study. He often used his magic to color coordinate his hair and nails with whatever outfit he was wearing. Both were currently sea green. Tarth looked up at the mention of his name then went back to his accessorizing.

"Give me some time, dwarf! Do you think there's treasure just lying in some cave a day’s walk in every direction sitting there waiting for someone to find it?" the big warrior woman asked heatedly.

"As much as I am loath to agree with the dwarf, he is right. We need to come up with something before winter sets in. I hate adventuring in the freezing cold and rain on an empty stomach," Malek chimed in.

Malek Barthalis was a cleric of Solarian, god of morning, bringer of light, destroyer of shadows.

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