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launched her towards the back of the bar. The off the floor, just a little.
Harpy smashed into the wall and nearly went through it, but instead remained suspended in a hole, upside down, encased in faux wood paneling and plaster.
“A mighty spell will land upon thou cheese block noggin’ to dissuade thee of untimely and aggressive infantilizing!” The Oracle looked ex- actly like what she was—a seven-hundred-year-
“Bertie!” The Sea Witch called out from under- old partially mummified floating woman who neath the pool table, “You’re stuck in the wall!” was howling her latest vision.
The Harpy coughed out some plaster dust. “I By now the Harpy’s attacker had physically
am well aware of that, Janice.” morphed into a menacing, green giant. He looked
The man was now a monster. Slowly and de-
liberately, he sauntered toward the back of the
bar. He kicked barstools and patrons out of
the way with the sharp, silver tips of his boots.
Just before he reached the Harpy, the Oracle
stepped between them and started to levitate (continued on next page)
more like a gargoyle than a he did a man, and removing the Oracle from his path of destruction was as easy as flicking a beetle off of a sleeve. The poor Oracle ended up landing in a crumpled heap on the far side the room. As he grabbed
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Good Vibrations
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By Brian Wehrung