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compared to earlier.
    Gareth gave the brute a confident smile, and withdrew
his right hand from his pocket. In between his thumb and forefinger
was a metal pendent set with a brown river rock engraved in runes.
“Nothing less than a Kraunish protection talisman. With it, I will
call forth the Unholy Winds to lay low my enemies,” Gareth told
them. All he got in response were blank stares. “You know, the
Kraunish… a civilization between the First and Second Great
Apocalypses, known for their powerful rune techniques,” he tried to
explain. When he still got blank stares from the brutes, Gareth
whispered, “Grab my arm,” to Tralnis, and held the talisman out
forcefully. Tralnis obeyed, while Gareth rubbed his thumb across
the stone and shouted the Kraunish activation word.
    Everyone, including Gareth and Tralnis, closed their
eyes, and turned their heads away from whatever magic Gareth had
called forth. After a rather awkward moment of silence, they all
cracked open their eyes, and saw that absolutely nothing had
happened. The brutes chuckled again, and started to advance once
more on their victims.
    Gareth cocked his head to the side, confused as to
why the talisman hadn’t worked. He had brought the talisman to the
University to have it examined, and had a couple of Wizards use a
set of miniature divining rods to test it. They had assured him
that the talisman was magical and fully charged.
    “Ohhhh,” Gareth exclaimed when he realized he was
holding the talisman upside-down. He flipped it over in his hand,
and softly said the activation word when the first brute was only
two paces away. Like a ripple in a pond, a visible wave of magic
slowly moved out away from Gareth.
    The first brute stopped suddenly as the magic struck
him. The magic caused him to make a strange face as he suddenly
felt rather bloated, with a recognizable discomfort in his
midsection. Before the brute could comment about it, he let loose
with an extremely loud fart. It was followed quickly by a seemingly
endless supply of flatulence from him. The magic continued to move
outward, and interacted with the rest of the brutes with the same
results. With his rather large nose, Melinda’s husband turned
green, and fainted away before he too was struck with chronic
flatulence. The bodyguards soon joined their fellows in what
sounded suspiciously like a herd of gazelle running over a field
made of whoopee cushions.
    Gareth and Tralnis watched the magic ripple in
dawning horror as it continued to expand, and make its way to
towards the stalls full of horses. “Oh…” Tralnis started to
exclaim.
    “Don’t say it,” Gareth pleaded.
    “…shit!” Tralnis finished right as the magic wave
struck the horses. As one, the horses raised their tails, and a
sound like trumpeting elephants filled the stables.
    The brutes fell to the ground, holding their
stomachs. A chorus of complaints followed this latest attack on
their senses. “Oh gods, my mouth was open… I can taste it!” and
similar woes were voiced from the group.
    With one hand firmly clamped over his nose, Tralnis
pointed at the stables gate which no longer had men blocking it.
Gareth, holding his own nose, nodded in agreement. Making a break
for it, they staggered out of the stables, and onto the street
beyond it. They ran as fast as they could down the cobblestone
streets. Their path was lit by charged Aetherium globes hanging out
from brass poles set along the curb.
    As it turned out, the two scholars had no need to
run. Their enemies were still laying on the ground, contributing to
a cloud so rank, it would be used as a story to frighten small
children for generations to come.

Chapter 3
    Gareth slowly crept down the stairs, pausing every
few steps to hold his aching head. He silently cursed the fact that
the bedrooms of the two story townhome he shared with Tralnis were
up on the second floor. The only good thing about the layout he
could think of was that the bathroom was also on