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Engraven
Target Practice
Hot and burning in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes.......
-Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cities in Dust.

Something was digging into his side.
Raistlin rolled over, still half-asleep, trying to get away from whatever it was. It followed him, now knocking against his ribs.
"Rise and shine!" A loud mocking voice shouted above him.
Raistlin jumped awake, blinking away the fog of sleep, to see a very unwelcome sight.
A patrol of goblins, presumably from the same group that they had run into yesterday, had found their cave. A large and smelly hobgoblin, most likely the leader, was prodding him with the butt of his pikestaff.
Beside him, Dalamar was also waking up. The Dark elf took one look at the goblins, and went for his dagger, only to find the sheath empty.
"Lookin' for this?" The hobgoblin waved the dagger in front of him. "Don't you be trying any of that mage-stuff or I'll cut your sneakin' tongues out, understand?"
Neither of them said anything, Raistlin was cursing himself for not having set a watch or at least put out the fire. But who would have expected goblins to keep searching for them even at night? Goblins were a notoriously lazy bunch and Raistlin had expected that after having lost them in the mountains, the goblins would have given up the search and gone on to wherever they had been heading.
What a time to be wrong.
The hobgoblin gestured with his polearm, "Get up, the pair of you."
Slowly, they did as they were told, Raistlin holding the blanket around his shoulders as protection against the bitter morning chill. The hobgoblin sneered.
"What do you want?" Dalamar's voice was low and deadly.
The leader laughed, "The boss gets pretty cranky if anyone see us. You see, this is mean ta be a quiet march, and we was told ta take all the back ways north. All the ways nobody never takes. But you took them, and you saw us. The boss ain't gonna be pleased 'bout that. So we finds you, an' the captain'll get rid of you."
Raistlin's mind was racing thinking of a way out. If he could cast a quick spell, he was far enough away that the goblins wouldn't be able to reach him before he finished it. Unfortunately, all his spell components were in his pouch, and that had been kicked to one side by the goblins.
"You both gonna come with us, or we'll get it done now and bring your heads to the captain."
Raistlin tried to slip aside and made a grab for his pouch. The hobgoblin saw him and dealt him a stunning blow to side of the head. Stars exploded in front of his eyes and he crumpled to the ground, struggling to retain consciousness.
"I said no funny business!" The hobgoblin shouted, "Else I'll cut your damn tongue out!"
Shaking his head to clear it, the dazed mage stumbled to his feet. His head ached.
The hobgoblin glowered, "Weird pair you are. Wonder if there's a bounty on freaks these days."
Raistlin looked over behind the hobgoblin, to where a pair of underlings were going through Dalamar's pack. A memory whispered in Raistlin's mind, slowly he started to smile, the sight reminding him that not all his spells had material components. Now, he just needed to get their attentions.
"You're making a very bad mistake," his voice was as low and menacing as Dalamar's, "I suggest you leave immediately."
The hobgoblin stared at the scrawny, golden skinned mage he had knocked flat half a minute before and burst out laughing. Raistlin supposed he must look ridiculous, naked except for the blanket around his shoulders.
Never mind that he'd never cast the spell before, if he didn't they would both be killed. He shot a look at Dalamar, 'Get out of the way.'
The hobgoblin's laughed stopped when he saw the mage starting to cast the spell. He lunged forwards, but the spell from the tablet took only a short moment to cast.
Instead of pointing his finger to focus the bolt of magic, Raistlin held both hands open, letting the magic fan out.
Dalamar dodged out of the way, flattening himself against the wall as the spell was completed. The magic blasted from Raistlin's fingertips, a bright, blinding white. The hobgoblin caught the brunt of it, collasping to the floor groaning and half-dead. Four more goblins, including the ones that had been going through Dalamar's bag, crumpled to the floor dead, the last who had been on the outskirts of the blast and only suffered minor wounds. They took one look at the smoking remains of their fellows and ran for their lives.
Raistlin fell to his knees, shaking with exhaustion and trying not to cough.
He wasn't sure how long he crouched there, fighting to breath and stay concious, but he was brought back to himself when the blanket was wrapped around his shoulders again, it must have dropped off his shoulders when he was casting. He looked up to see Dalamar kneeling beside him, smiling.
"That was quite amazing."
Raistlin leant over and buried his face into the Dark elf's bare skin, closing his eyes. Dalamar shook his shoulder, "Come on, we need to leave now. I'm freezing and the rest of the troop will have found us soon."
They got up and packed quickly, taking the opportunity to rifle through their attacker's pockets for anything they might have taken. The fact that they also helped themselves to any steel the goblins might have on them was completely natural. Serves the ugly creatures right, Dalamar said as he slit thedying hobgoblin's throat open.
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It was only when the mages had regained the road and were hurrying back the way they had come that they took the chance to talk.
"I take it that was the spell from the tablet we found?" Dalamar asked.
Raistlin nodded, "I memorized the spell last night."
"Just as well for us you did, it looks like an excellent spell."
"Hmm." The golden eyed mage looked preoccupied, "Those goblins, it's not normal for them to be so persistent in a search. And that hobgoblin's rant about a 'boss', it must take someone of some threat and standing to persuade a band of lazy goblins to search all night for a pair of wanderers who happened to see them."
Dalamar nodded, "I daresay they are not the only troops using Ansalon's back roads, and heading north, no less. That Lord Ariakas is wasting no time in gathering his armies."
"And that is incentive enough to head north ourselves."
The Dark elf shook his head, "First we go to Wayreth and have the mages examine that tablet. There may be more than one spell on it and if they're all as useful as the one you cast then we will need them before too long."
Raistlin sighed, as much as he hated having to retrace his steps Dalamar was right. Wayreth it was. "Very well."
"Besides," Dalamar said, jingling the coins he had taken from the dead goblins, "With this steel I'm sure we could afford a decent room in the Wayward Inn."
Raistlin smiled, and the two headed off down the southern road.

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