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Chapter 12 - Travel Per Deim

“It's the necromancy aura, isn’t it?” Elric said he held onto Norman. They both were aside a horse with Norman in the front and Elric holding onto him. Something about the horse seemed familiar to Elric.

The sun was no longer visible, the tree’s hid it as it approached the horizon.  The red glow filled the west like an alarm notifying everyone, night was coming.

“I don’t know, magic isn’t my thing.” Norman called out, while they were not riding fast the sound made normal conversation tones difficult.

“Magic, it’s got to come from somewhere, either within, or without. It isn’t wise to power necromancy with your own strength.” Elric said.

“If you say so, it is all foreign to me. Though the less I know the better I’ll sleep at night.”

“You work around it all day, aren’t you curious?” Elric felt a little uncomfortable speaking to the back of Norman’s head.

“Ha, curiosity is what got me in this position.”

“What position?”


“What does a handyman do?”

“Ha,” Norman shook his he…


To both give me time to write more and as a holiday Treat, here is some of the products Mortis Operandi offers.

First though a brief breakdown of model numbers and stock numbers.

Traps are designated by various factors,

First letter is if the item is a Trap, Obstacle, Barrier, Misdirection, Protector.

Second Letter is if the item is designed to be placed in a Room, Hallway, or anywhere.

First number is ideal floor location, this can range from 0 to 9 with 9 being any location of sufficient depth or lower.

Second number is Complexity and if the item self resets, self resetting have an even complexity, manual resetting have odd complexity. 0 means it is a single use item, once trigger the whole room or trap will have to be reordered and/or rebuilt. Most people do not have a 0 due to the cost, it is reserved typically for traps or protectors that are at the very end and if they are bypassed the owner of the dungeon will be either dead or soon be threatened.

Third number is approximate m…

Chapter 11 - Steps to Success.

Elric stood in front of the closest door. Focusing his mind and vision he examined the magical spectrum. The magical construction in front of him was definitely a door made by Mortis Operandi. He easily recognized the magical web and pathing.

Sitting on the floor in a comfortable position he gathered his power and focused his mind. Reconfiguring the doorway wasn’t difficult but it was time consuming, so he knew he would be sitting for a while. As he was taking stock of available power and energy he noticed the formulae for his weight manipulation spell was gone. How long had he been unconscious?

Reaching into a his shirt he pulled out a little bag on a leather cord. Carefully opening the bag he reached two fingers inside. Gently he pulled out a thin quill. Looking around he didn’t have any good writing surface so he rolled up his right  sleeve.

“Uh Oh,” he called out while pressing a tiny amount of power into the device. Slowly and in as tiny script he could manage, he wrote on his ar…

Chapter 10 - Gifts and Bribery Policy

“Ah good you are awake.” The young dwarf said.

“Where am I?” Elric said as he took in a deep breath and held it some. He squared his shoulders and focused on building up some power.

“My home, remember you’re here to update some doors.” The young dwarf said. “Oh dear, I hope you falling off the horse didn’t injure your head that badly.”

“What horse? I can’t ride?” Elric struggled to remember the past day but everything from breakfast at the tavern was fuzzy.

“That is definitely correct.” The young dwarf chuckled a little. “Norman said he had to strap you to the horse to get you here for healing.”

“Oh I had a healing potion,” Elric reached for the pocket he kept healing potions in. The damp exterior of the pocket and click of broken glass stopped him. “Or I did.”

“It is my fault, I should have sent a carriage but it slipped my mind.” The little dwarf bowed deeply to Elric. “Oh forgive me, my name is Lich-in-stein.”

“My pleasure,” Elric reach out a hand to shake and a gloved dwarven hand…

Chapter 9 - In Home Support Services

The two story house almost appeared out of the woods as they rode though the forest. A thin carpet of fog covered the shaded ground, but the clearing where the house sat was barren. Dead and almost brittle looking grass covered the earth. In places where bare dirt was exposed, it was a dry, caked area.

Elric’s spell stopped abruptly once he flew over dead grass. He hadn’t been floating that high as Norman had slowed considerably as the woods had thickened before the opening. As soon as he hit the ground he let go of the rope to avoid being dragged.

“Sorry, I should have warned you,” Norman said as he stopped the horses. “It isn’t much but this is home.” Elric felt almost a challenge in Norman’s words.

“Saves money on landscaping.” Elric said picking himself up from the ground. Dried bits of grass clung to his clothing. He gave a quick brush to remove the larger bits.

“Come, there is still time for you to get some work completed before dark.” Norman dismounted his horse and lead the tw…

Chapter 8 - Authorized Company Travel

Elric sat at a wobbly table eating breakfast. The Quavery Shanty tavern was a respectable place. The beer didn't seem watered down and the food was more than just stew or an overpriced chunk of meat. His lunch of a mix of bread, cheese, and bits of fruit was enjoyable.

The other tables did not wobble. Elric didn't choose this table, it was where he was to meet his contact. Otherwise he would have chosen one of the many other tables that appeared to be in better repair. The barmaid had given him a weird look when he had sat down here.

Before Elric could pursue paranoia a short man dressed in bright blue tunic slid into the chair across from him. The shorter man to be a little over 4 feet tall based on the size difference with Elric's own five foot eight stature.

"Do you know a good door repairman?" the shorter man said.

"No," Elric said but immediately remembered that was part of the introduction. "er, Yes. I swing that way." Inwardly he groane…

Chapter 7 - Employee Enrichment

Elric and Eft knelt on the floor. The older goblin shook a little, Elric reached a hand over and patted his shoulder. The cold stone sucked the heat from Elric and he briefly wondered if kneeling was even necessary. Glancing up at the massive double doors and the two imposing guards, he figured it was a conversation for another time.

The doors cracked open after only a minute of waiting. Elric helped Eft stand, thankfully they allowed the goblin to keep his cane this time. They were both here at the request of Ventus, but the clopping hooves of Francis greeted them. Behind the demon, Garly walked slowly through the door.

As Garly passed by Eft, he reached out a hand. Eft took it and they shook briefly with each leaning into the handshake. Garly whispered, “It’s been fun old friend. Good luck.” With those words Eft shrank a little and leaned on his cane more. Garly gave a simple nod to Elric and walked away from the two.

“You gonna be ok?” Elric said as he leaned down to help Eft walk.

Chapter 6 - Improper Abuse of Office Equipment

Elric stumbled backwards and fell on his ass. Instead of trying to cast a spell, he threw his hands up to block his face as the goblin flew towards him. Garly also tried to put is hands in front of his face to protect himself, leaving his bony goblin elbows in front.

Garly suddenly reversed direction, flying back towards Thrag. Acting quickly Elric threw out a bolt of lightning. He hadn’t had time to build up the energy, a tiny white line zipped across the distance to Katrina. She easily dodged the bolt by taking a small step to the left.  Garly flew under Thrag and hit a wall. The goblin crumpled against the wall and slide to the floor.

Katrina pulled out a whip from her waist, her belt disintegrated into a long whip. She reared back and snapped it a few times. Each snap it seemed to get longer. She cast the whip backwards as if preparing to crack it again, but the tip came within reach of Thrag’s hands. He grabbed the whip and when Katrina swung it back around, it threw Thrag toward…

Chapter 5 - Violence in the Workplace

“Again for the hundredth time, I apologize.” Elric said. The elven woman sat across from him on the floor. They both were sitting near her teleport trap and the worn book was open between them. Loose pages scattered around as they had spent the last  To the side of them sat a tea pot with two cups. Nearby a separate pail of water sat, nearly empty.

Elric gazed at the pitcher and then back at the elven lady.

“Still Liliaria I have to admit, using an illusion spells to translate is unique. I wish you could speak common.” Elric stated.

“I wish your elven was better as well. Compromises have to be made at times.” Liliaria said in Elven with a sigh. She then took a sip of the tea and spoke in the Goblin tongue, “While I disapprobation the drink, I admit the magical properties are useful.”

“Yes, don’t ever ask Garly what is in the tea.” Elric said taking a small sip, careful to keep the liquid away from the book. “Still, the null teleport is brilliant.”

“That spell is my tribulation. The co…

Chapter 4 - Interdepartmental Relations.

“Why make the trap all one pattern? I have a spell that would randomize it so no one will get through.” Elric said as he exampled the schematics in his hand.

Eft stood to the the left of Elric. In the middle of them stood a wooden doorway, not attached to wall. The door looked ancient but still sturdy. A simple latch allowed it to be opened and closed.

“Because,” Eft said and closed his eyes as he finished his sentence, “the door is to keep out people who don’t belong there.  Our customers are not just some evil person that wants to be left alone. They have henchmen, er people that bring supplies, they may want to leave for a bite to eat.” Eft opened his eyes and saw Elric was still looking at the schematics.

“Ok, I get it now. So set pattern that differs from the previous version. I need to write down which pattern is tied to the door.”


“How many different patterns do you need?”

“At this time just one other. We plan on releasing an update each year for those who purchase the e…

Chapter 3 - New Hire Orientation

Thermosa Elric Jorgerson Nauften the third awoke on a bed. Before sitting up or opening his eyes, he extended his senses. There was a strong magical aura above him and one below. Faintly like background noise, there was a weaker magic aura all around him. Sensing no magic users nearby, he opened his eyes and sat up.

The small room he was in wasn’t very big. The lack of a door and bars on the window was a good sign. He was wearing his cloths and still had his dagger. In a corner he saw his backpack. The bed was only a couple of feet off the ground and set in the middle of the room. As he turned around, he saw an old goblin sitting on a bench behind him.

“Oh a goblin, figures,” Thermosa Elric Jorgerson Nauften the third said.

“Oh, a racist human. how quaint,” the old goblin replied in a mocking version of Thermosa’s voice. They both looked at each other in silence for a minute.

Thermosa or Elric as he preferred to be called closed his eyes and sighed. Slowly he pulled his dagger from it…

Chapter 2 - Service Contracts

Two solid knocks on the doors woke Garly. He pursed and licked his lips to remove any drool that had dripped out during his nap. Tilting his head a little he chanced a glance to Eft, the other goblin had his head resting against the stone floor.

“You may now enter.” A guard said.

Garly was slow to get up and he stretched his muscles before he stood up. As he reached his hands out he tapped Eft. The other goblin almost jumped as he woke up. The sword was not sticking between them. Briefly Garly wondered if it was magically retrieved or if they had been so asleep they didn’t notice the guard retrieving it.

Once Eft sat up, Garly rose shakily to his feet. While he wasn’t that old, kneeling on the stone floor for any length was never good. Once he was standing however, he reached a hand over to Eft to help him stand. Garly has to visit the boss at least once a week, he was much more used to it. Eft, without his cane and age, will probably be sore for a few days.

“Once we are done, I’ll fi…