The Enchanted Mishaps of Elric Thorne
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the Spellbook, and
core beliefs:He was d
about confidence
ns was a perfectly valid
he Royal Academy of Arcane Arts after setting the Dean's wig on fire during a demonstration on "controlled combustion." Since then, his magica
avern table and bleated, "You are the One, Elric Thorne," he believed it. Partly b
m, which mostly responded with disinterest, gru
adventure of his life. A
How to Save the World Before Breakfast." The book was written in Ancient Vernacular, which Elric could only kind of understand. He assumed t
village, smoke curling behind him like
who introduced himself earlier that m
admitted. "But the goat sa
e sword replied dryly. "Do you o
yes. "Only if they s
of the High Court, home to at least seventeen kinds o
is boots squeaking, and his sword muttering profanity at passersby. He had barel
ide, innocent eyes and a voice like be
't-" h
ered, "Play along. You'
e burly men surrounding him
" he
she sug
un
chicken coop. Eventually, they dove behind a pile of discarded cloaks in
l said, grinning. "
in how you knew I
you first," s
sighed. Somewhere in the
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