Cheap Tricks
Maoules the Wizard
There was one thing Maoules could not abide, that was being underappreciated. The miserable band of grumpy adventurers had been together for seven years now by their own accounts. However, they had just suffered the loss of their Magic-User. They had hired Maoules on a “trial basis.” Things were not going so well, for Maoules and Prem, a particularly grumpy Dwarf, were not getting along.
“Simple stupid tricks. Are you sure you know magic boy?”
Prem would say after Maoules had done something useful like light a raging fire in the middle of a thunderstorm.
“I’m warning you, dwarf, tread lightly.” Maoules would say.
Within days Maoules regretted taking the job. The group was a miserable lot full of complaints and harsh words. Surely the old Wizard they had lost was the glue that had bound them.
Now, they were inside the broken keep of Mulowen. Rumors of a treasure hoard were flitting about.
If not for his spell, “The veil of hiding,” the Orc band would be tearing them apart.
“Be still and quiet. They will be able to hear loud noises and see sudden movements like a shadow,” Maoules whispered to the group.
Hiding, why not a lightning bolt or fireball,” Prem said with a sneer.”
