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Devahammer by Allen Stover

For Roxanne, Kacie, Jeff

Prelude
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue

Epilogue

A week after he recovered the Devahammer, Borowin arrived at the temple with the hammer in his hands. He found no one to greet him, except for the high priest Cole Ice-Cleaver.

Cole's eyes gazed in amazement as he held the Devahammer in his hands. "The craftsmanship. The design. It's beautiful."

Borowin nodded. "It packs a powerful hit as well," he remarked with a chuckle.

The high priest of Reorx took one last look at the war hammer, then handed it back to Borowin. "It is beautiful, and I'm sure you'll keep it that way."

The mystic looked at the priest. "Shortly before you arrived, Reorx appeared to me in another vision," Cole said softly. "He said that you should keep the Devahammer for yourself. He said that you endured a lot on your journey, and that not once did you even ask for his aid."

Borowin held up his hand. "I didn't ask for Reorx's help, not because I didn't believe in him, but because I wanted to do this all on my own. If any aid was given to me, it was the aid my friends."

Cole nodded. "I see. So will you be needing more rest before you start training the new mystics?"

The dwarven mystic shook his head. "No I think I can start training the temple mystics as early as tomorrow."

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In the town of Solace, Dorm, Timber, and Roxi were all staying at the Inn of the Last Home.

The cleric was resting in a room upstairs while Dorm and Timber were sitting a table in the lobby.

The elf was using his fork to pick at his plate of spiced potatoes. "I think you're wrong Dorm. I don't think these spiced potatoes are very good."

Dorm started at the elf's plate of spiced potatoes. "We'll if you aren't going to eat them, then I will," the ranger commented.

Timber looked at the ranger as he grabbed the plate from the elf's nose. "Look at you," Timber remarked,' taking my food like some light fingered kender."

Shouts of "hey and "what" echoed throughout the inn's lobby. Timber moved closer to Dorm.

"You think Borowin made it back to Thorbardin safely?" he asked.

"I'm sure he did," Dorm answered quietly, taking a bite of the potatoes he had seized from the elf After swallowing the bite, he added," His clansmen have entered the Gates of Reorx's Forge and passed on into the afterlife."

"That's wonderful," Timber said sarcastically, "but what about us? What's next for us? Do we help the next person seeking an artifact? Do we go and pick a fight with some dark knights?"

Dorm shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. We could always look for Unther."

Timber laughed and nodded his head," Oh yeah, with his two little sidekicks Samuel and Lacey, not to mention that black dragon who helped them escape. Didn't he refer to Unther as his father?"

"Twice I think," replied Dorm," Unther must have bedded a dragon or something. You'd think Fangor would have looked like a half dragon, but who knows what kind of magic was at work in that coupling. He could have attacked us, but he chose to get his father out of harm’s way. It just goes to show that anyone could have children with dragons or magical beings..."

"You mean like you and Gilda the nymph," Timber interrupted with a laugh," Seriously, that boy looked just his papa."

Dorm shook his head. Timber did have a point. What were he and his companions going to do next?

The ranger quickly finished his potatoes, and then came up with an idea.

"Come on, there's a tomb here in Solace I want you to visit," Dorm said, rising from his chair," It's called the Tomb of Last Heroes. Maybe it will give us an idea on what to do next with our lives."

For Roxanne, Kacie, Jeff

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