[Taocow PBEM] [Oz and Vesper] Book 3 - Chapter XIII - The Millennium Druids

Karl Prosek karl.prosek at gmail.com
Wed Dec 11 13:07:46 UTC 2013

> Oz's sergeant gives him a surprised, almost disbelieving look. For a
> moment the man seems lost for words. "Begging yer pardon, Sir." he
> says. "A few hours ago that woman would 'ave shot us or delivered us
> to a Splugorth arena. I hope you know what you're doing."

Oz nodded. "And a few days ago, Jacek and his men would have shot or
captured us if they weren't outnumbered and outgunned. We need every
weapon we can get against these aliens, sergeant. They're gobbling up
New Camelot as we speak. Even discounting their technology, they
outnumber us by an order of magnitude. Making allies of bandits and
runaway slaves sound just about right to me."

> The girl "thing" in the next cell chuckles in a disturbing girl-like
> fashion. "Oh, Osmar, Knight of Camelot, among other things, why not
> free me as well. Free me as well. I'm sure I and your brave Altaran
> would get along smashingly."

"The only thing I want to smash is your brain, with a cold iron
cudgel." He looked at the men on watch. "God bless you, men. I have a
feeling you're going to need someone looking out for you while you're
watching that thing."

Oz nodded curtly at the sergeant. "Let's go, sergeant."

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