This business with Deadlime is rapidly turning into a three-parter. Then again, I put a bunch of other stuff up on Patreon this month so people will probably forgive me if I end on a cliffhanger.
“Are those…. golems?” Oxman asked. “I’ve heard of them, but never saw one before. Or two.”
Nat’s face was a combination of scowl and wince as he stared down at the scene, his body wedged against the roof edge to keep himself as steady as possible under the constant shuddering. Finally, he shook his head. “That’s not human magic. Doesn’t taste right. They’re too big for golems, either. Something that big weighs tons. You’d need to spend all your spells just to get it to walk.”
Oxman took his own stare at the two slow-motion fighting figures, two stories below. “Hold on. They got markings on them — crap, that’s Old American heraldry! I thought they didn’t even have magic.”
“Yeah.” Nat paused. “We think. But maybe… I guess they had stuff like golems, huh?”
“So this is wild magic?” Oxman took a quick look around. “Because if it is, we should just drift off now, and to Hell with Deadlime. There’s easier ways to make a living.”
“Oh, good,” Nat responded, already checking his gear. “I was afraid you were going to be stubborn about this.”
… I shall not be booking travel to Deadlime.
Sounds awful.
Mew