Heavy on the Magick

Axil the Able stood in three inches of stagnant water and surveyed one of the most dismal dungeons he had ever been thrown into... 30 seconds earlier, he was sitting in front of the ox-roast in that famed haunt of the Occult. The Golden Thurible engaged in his favourite pastime of Wizard-Baiting. What a good story Axil was telling - a new one about Therion, a certain Moon creature and a rathe...