Unbalanced Party: Please Don't Feed the Trolls

      Lee Newman
Unbalanced Party: Please Don't Feed the Trolls

The Unbalanced Party tackle a pesky troll eating a local farmer's sheep.Broke, starving, and desperate as usual, Daveth, Mordwin, and Wulf take up an offer from a local sheep farmer to take care of a troll that has been thieving his sheep. More snappy comebacks, righteous indignation, and insult hurling abound in this third volume of the Unbalanced Party series of short stories

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    Unbalanced Party: Fool Me Cockatrice

      Lee Newman
Unbalanced Party: Fool Me Cockatrice

The Unbalanced Party are at it again. Contracted to catch a troublesome cockatrice, much to Mordwin's chagrin, the lads find a little more than they bargained for in this fantasy humor tale. Roll for initiative and dive into "Unbalanced Party: Fool Me Cockatrice!"1. The Centre of the Universe:In stilled silenced auditorium, silver shimmering, glass beaded crystal chandelier, jingling, jangling, glancing chiming winded spherical mirror wall, dimly lit; safety lighted exit and entry points, a crackling static, surroundinglit round mirror ball panelled, closed walled room, between dark strange energies, pulling and pushing this way and that.Each corner point the space inside indeterminable, exacting, around the outside, indeterminate, moving points; converging floor and ceiling walls colliding,within holographic cubed and cuboid beyond, encircling inner and outer, each to each other, musical dissonant, consonant accretion to the spheres of influence,each corner point the space inside indeterminable, exacting, around the outside, indeterminate, moving points; converging floor and ceiling walls colliding,within holographic cubed and cuboid beyond, encircling inner and outer, each to each other, consonant accretion to the spheres of influence,musical dissonant, disturbing the silence within, crackling, between and amongst resting and simmering linear lit points snapping, crackling across tearing split breaking points, decaying in direction of travel, and pitch, between formation, annihilation, and transformation. Howling sounds, emanating from who knows where; along a corridor, sounds resoundingone-way, only another, one-way out, another room seen, the outer edge reflected in; in the centre looking out,where flashes of light might leap through, louder and softer shimmering, glaring, blaring, pulling-in and thundering-along,

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