Fighting On Your Own Terms
An alumnus of both Ficlets.com and Ficly.com. Who, for some weird reason, is starting his time here with an abundance of cannibalism-themes stories. O.o
"Your mother teach you any magic, boy?" Thomas scowled again, and Eric thought, He sure does get that from his mother.
"Some. What do you need."
Eric look at the grounds they were on. Just big enough for what he needed. "I need a summoning circle." He pointed out the area he need it on. "Just a quick and dirty one. No worries about defensive wards. Qontos could fart and break through them."
"Charming." Then he realized what Eric had just said. "You want me to summon an Outer God?! The very one that is hunting us?!"
Eric shrugged. "Close your mouth, boy. You're letting the flies in. Yes, and get going. Time is of the essence."
"I hope you know what you're doing," Thomas groaned.
Nope, Eric thought. Never do. All he knew was that if this didn't work out, all three of them were dead. If they were lucky. If it did work, though...
It took Thomas a half hour to finish the circle. "Okay," Thomas said,. "What now?"
"Now," Eric grinned, "we give Qontos a master class in ass-kicking."
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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STAY ON THE PATH!
- #3307 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
“Do not call up that which you cannot put down.” ― H.P. Lovecraft, The Case of Charles Dexter Ward
- #3318 Posted 3 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
"So, how do you know she was lying to you?"
Eric sighed. "Because that's all she does!" He yelled.
…A Habit Of Lies
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