A Killing in the Air - The Further Adventures of Bander
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A KILLING IN THE AIR - The Further Adventures of Bander
4th Edition - January 2014
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Cover by The Trixie Agency
To my fellow adventurers, Tom and Michael
PEOPLE & PLACES OF HARION
Bander - Former Captain of the Guard and Imperial Investigator, now retired
WATERSIDE
Vala - First Woman of the Falward secret police in Waterside and a friend of Bander’s
Silbra Dal of the White - Young sorceress serving as the Guild representative in Waterside
Tobin Leroth - Mage and researcher who worked at the Esoterium, a magical research facility. He was Bander and Vala’s old friend
Abuth Asryn IV - The Lord Governor of Waterside
Rolo Caldward - Waterside’s Magister of the Shield
Aglaard Shie of the Black - Waterside’s Magister of the Wand and Mage-in-Service to Lord Governor Asryn
Eaith Garfaen - Elderly mage who worked with Tobin Leroth at the Esoterium
LAKETON
Bryn Eresthar - The Lord Governor of Laketon and Bander and Vala’s longtime friend
Dusk, Wegg, and Faramir Boldfist - Three Laketon criminals
Tarthas Jorr - Captain of the Guard in Laketon; served with Bander in Rundlun many years ago
Isan Lagurian - Laketon’s Magister of the Measure
LHAWSTER
Harnotis Kodd - Mage in Lhawster; family friend of Silbra Dal’s
Raggur Nil - Battle mage
RUNDLUN - THE IMPERIAL CAPITAL
Yrian Gast - Imperial Viceroy
Etthar Calain - Imperial Magister of the Murmurs (spymaster)
Grandmaster Meomannan Quill of the Black - Imperial Magister of the Wand and Guild Leader of the Black
Grandmaster Ramipoor of the White - Guild Leader of the White
THE RANGELANDS
Gredarl Kar - A notorious crime lord
Daras Mirth - Gredarl Kar’s lieutenant
Morin of Thect - A dark mage of an ancient order thought to be extinct
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A KILLING IN THE AIR
TOBIN LEROTH WOKE UP—ALTHOUGH HE WISHED HE HADN’T. A rough cloth sack was bound tightly around his face and neck, obscuring his vision. He could taste blood in his mouth. His arms and legs were restrained somehow. And his head ached from hanging upside-down.
He shifted his weight and tested his bonds. His skin pressed against the cool metal and his worst fears were one step closer to being confirmed. He cleared his mind, began breathing deeply, and tried to tap into the magical energy around him. Nothing.
It was as he dreaded. The shackles that held him were made of relorcan, a rare metal, yet exceptionally effective in disrupting the flow of magical energy.
“He stirs,” a voice said. Not deep. Not threatening. Just matter-of-fact. With a hint of rangelands accent.
“Time?” Another voice. One word spoken, but it was with authority.
“They are just leaving the north entrance.”
“Well, he woke just in time, I’d say. Make the preparations.”
An intense pain jabbed into his gut, horribly burning his insides. Acid. A moment later Tobin Leroth felt his arms and legs jerk together, like a stag being trussed for slaughter. His body swung in the air. He considered briefly making a plea for his life, but dismissed the thought. He knew who held him and he also knew why. They were not interested in pleas.
“They’ve reached the statue,” a third voice said. This voice was lighter, younger.
“Keep clear. On my mark.”
Tobin Leroth heard the men shuffle away. A cool breeze blew through the sack and he felt the salt air on his face. He cleared his mind once more. Not to attempt to invoke magic, but to make peace with the universe.
“Now,” the authoritative voice commanded.
Tobin Leroth’s body jerked savagely and he was flung 100 yards into the air. Mercifully he lost consciousness before he hit the ground.