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He muttered a word and lightning gathered in a ball between his fingers and lanced forward. The troll
jolted from the shock and hung for a moment, caught in a blue-limned seizure. The creature fell to its
knees, and even then was not done, for it tried to rise, its rheumy red eyes burning with hatred for the
wizard.

The troll never got its chance, for a shadow rose behind it, and Llane’s recovered ax gleamed briefly in
the moonlight before coming down on the troll’s head, bisecting it at the neck. The creature sprawled
forward, and the two young men, as well as Khadgar, turned to the trolls battling with Lothar.
The future champion was holding his own, but just barely, and had backed almost across the entire
campsite. The trolls had heard the death scream of their brother, and one continued to press his attack as
the other charged back to deal with the two humans. It let out an inarticulate bellow as it crossed the
campsite, its spear before it like a knight on horseback.

Llane charged in return, but at the last moment veered to one side, dancing aside the spear’s point. The
troll took two more steps forward,There was a brief bit of disorientation, and for a moment Khadgar thought the spell had misfired and
transported them to the observatory aion gold atop the tower. But no, it was now night around them, and an
imperious, angry aion gold female voice split the air.
“Youdare strike your own mother?” shouted Aegwynn, her own face livid with rage.
Aegwynn stood at one end of the observatory deck, Medivh at the other. It was Medivh as he knew
him—tall, proud, and aion gold apparently worried. Neither she nor the past-Medivh paid any attention to either
Khadgar or Garona. With a start, Khadgar realized aion gold that the present incarnation of Medivh was present
as well, sparkling zxctrcble along one wall. The pair from the past ignored him as well, but the present-Medivh was
watching the spectacle wow gold played out before them. which brought him up to the campfire itself, and where Medivh was
waiting.
Now the mage seemed to be full of energy and, limned by the coals before him, looked demonic in his
demeanor. He had his arms wide, and he was chanting something harsh and rhythmic.

And the fire itself leaped up, taking a brief animated form of a giant lion, and leaped on the attacking troll. The jungle troll screamed as the coals, logs, and ash wrapped itself around him like a cloak, and
would not be shrugged off. The troll flung itself on the ground and rolled first one way and then the other,
trying to dampen the flame, but it did no good. Finally the troll stopped moving entirely, and the hungry
flames consumed it.
For his part, Llane continued his charge and buried his ax in the side of the surviving troll. The beast let
out a howl, but its moment’s hesitation was all that Lothar needed. The champion batted away the
outthrust spear with a backhanded blow, then with a level, precise swing cut the troll’s head cleanly from
its shoulders. The head bounced into the brush, and was lost.

Llane, though bleeding from his own wound, slapped Lothar on the back, apparently taunting him for
taking so long with his troll. Then Lothar put a hand to Llane’s chest to quiet him, and pointed at Medivh.
The young mage was still standing over the fire, his hands held open, but fingers hooked like claws. His
eyes were glassy in the surviving firelight, and his jaw was tightly clenched. As the two men (and the
phantom Khadgar) ran over to him, the young man pitched backward.



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