Granvil Pennington

Londar's Keep Granvil Pennington

Aerril muttered an oath and snatched his long sword from its scabbard, its blade glowing with green magic light. Iliryle also slid her sword from its holding and Garlin gripped his staff tightly. "Let us go and quickly," Iliryle said and ran toward the spring. Another of the blasts of flame erupted from the rocks as they drew near and in its light, they saw a figure dash behind a boulder fleeing the flame. "That is Hawkwind, I will wager," Aerril shouted, "and he has evil at his heels." They continued to run toward the boulder where they supposed the bard had come to ground. Sure enough, they could see Hawkwind, sword in hand hiding in the lee of a huge rock and next they caught sight of what trailed him. Only a long dark form appeared at first however as they drew closer, the form resolved into an enormous four-legged creature that resembled a hound. Its dark gray and black fur stood straight out from its hide and its features were hideous. * * * * *A story of high adventure and flashing swordplay set against the background of magic and mystery of the Before People! The continuing exploits of Hawkwind the Bard and his companions.