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    The Misfits
    The Misfits
    The Misfits
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    The Misfits

    By Adam Moon

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    Shondo, the greatest sorcerer alive, has just lost his mind, as all sorcerers eventually do. They become overwhelmed by their own power and go on a deadly, mindless rampage.
    When that happens, they must be taken out before too much blood is spilled.

    It's up to a rag-tag group of misfit warriors to destroy him before it's too late.
    But there's more to the rage than any of them could possibly imagine.
    And one of the warriors hides a terrible secret.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAdam Moon
    Release dateFeb 20, 2015
    ISBN9781507021514
    The Misfits
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    Adam Moon

    Adam Moon was born in California, grew up in Scotland, and currently lives in Wisconsin with his wife and two young sons. His oldest son wants to grow up to be the first American President who is a space-ninja sniper-robot from the future. His youngest son likes to punch things and say bad words. His long suffering wife just wants some peace and quiet for a change. Adam writes science fiction and horror. You can visit his website at: www.moonwrites.com

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      The Misfits - Adam Moon

      The Warriors

      Rowdin shooed the homing rat away with his boot and read the little note that was attached around its neck. When he was done, he mouthed the word, Shit, and then quickly rounded up the men.

      He had good news: They finally had a job. The bad news was that the job wasn't going to be easy and it would probably get them all killed.

      His childhood pal Davo was the first to sit, followed by the giant, Fregger.  The rest filed in soon after and they all patiently waited for what he had to say.

      The giant spider stared intently at him from her web in the corner. The wolf, as big as a grizzly bear, sat on it's haunches, panting rhythmically. The stone man sat beside Davo, and Pizzy, the young mage sat next to him.

      Beer steins still littered the tabletops from last nights fun, but his men looked sharp enough today despite their inebriation last night.

      Any ordinary man would surely shit his pants if he were to find himself in the same room as even one of these creatures, but Rowdin was no ordinary man.

      He was a warrior. He was tall, muscled, young, and could be described as handsome if it weren't for the faint scarring that webbed out from his eyes. He had a thick stubble and a broad nose but his most prominent feature was the air of perfect calm he almost always managed to exude.

      When everyone got situated he said, We have a job, and it's a big one this time with a big reward.

      The wolf snarled (she refused to accept a name so they all just referred to her as Wolf, even though she resembled a real, mythical wolf in only the most rudimentary sense).

      It said in its raspy voice, Which fucking town?

      The wolf was always choosy because certain townships feared her kind which meant there were often nightly hunts when word spread that she was around. If the wolf didn't like what Rowdin was about to say, she'd stay behind for safeties sake.

      Rowdin said, Nubrat.

      The wolf relaxed but the rest of the room came to life.

      Davo said, Nubrat? Awesome. You guys do what needs to be done, and you can find me in one of Nubrat's fine brothels when it's all over. You may need to carry me home though.

      Davo was a little shorter than Rowdin, but more heavily muscled. He had that look in his eyes that either frightened women away or intrigued the hell out of them. He knew every brothel in every city around.

      Clicky, the giant daddy long legs looking spider clicked excitedly from her corner up near the ceiling.

      Everyone ignored her but only because no one had found out how to decipher her clicks yet.

      Rowdin looked at Davo and shook his head. I'll need you for this one.

      Davo's voice caught in his throat. No fucking way? Who's the target? But he knew already. There was only one person in Nubrat that Rowdin couldn't take on alone.

      Anyone else and I'd let you bunch of misfits stay behind while I took care of it myself. It's Shondo. He turned a few days ago.

      Davo said, Fuck, and the wolf tucked tail and headed for the door. As it left the hall it said, Count me out. I didn't get to be this old by taking on the likes of Shondo.

      Fregger, the big dumb giant said, I hoped he'd never turn.

      Rowdin shrugged and said, I know that but shit happens and when it does, it's our job to wipe the ass and make it clean again. Anyway, they all turn eventually. You know that.

      The stone man who called himself Android said, All of us together stand little chance against Shondo, especially now that he raged out. He said this without a single facial expression, his lipless mouth barely opened as the words issued forth.

      I don't care about odds. This is what we do for a living, or we die trying.

      That's your motto, not ours, said Pizzy, the twenty year old female mage Rowdin had rescued last summer.

      Rowdin turned to face her. If you're with me, you live like I do and I live to kill sorcerers that go bad.

      Pizzy turned away, the memory of Rowdin murdering her master, like a fresh scab that never seemed to heal all the way. But he'd saved her life. The master would have killed her in his blind rage had Rowdin not gotten there in time with his fellow warriors and put him down for good.

      She said, Can I use my powers?

      Rowdin discouraged her from using her powers at all times. The more a mage used his or her powers, the more likely they were to become power hungry and lose control of themselves; at least that was his working theory.

      It was the mage rage that he was trying to inhibit within her and she understood his stance, but she longed to set herself free just once, despite the dangers.

      To her utter surprise Rowdin said, I insist you use your skill-set this time. I'm not in the business of letting my friends die for my ideals; you'd be useless against a foe like Shondo without your magic.

      Pizzy whooped and jumped to her feet. The air suddenly crackled from some unseen force and her hands started to glow as her eyes went out of focus.

      Rowdin barked, Not now for fucks sake. Put it in your pants girl.

      Pizzy got herself back under control and returned to normal. It was too bad because she really wanted to show off a bit. Her cheeks flushed, signaling her embarrassment as she took her seat once more.

      Rowdin said, We need to be a cohesive team if we want to take down Shondo. We'll need planning, skill, and a lot of luck. I understand if some of you want to stay behind but I'll be disappointed if that's what you decide to do because it puts the rest of us at risk.

      The men and beasts all looked around the room at each other in silence but no one stood up or left.

      The stone man said to himself, We're all going to die.

      Rowdin smiled toothily and said, Probably.

      Popper

      Rowdin went off to visit Popper, his business partner, the guy who supplied him with all the information he needed to hunt down sorcerers gone bad. Popper always had an inside line on which sorcerer had just lost his marbles and he usually knew where to find them. That was because Popper supplied all of the sorcerers with their herbs that were used for tinctures and potions and whatnot.

      As soon as a sorcerer went on a rampage, Popper knew because their orders would abruptly cease. Then he'd send a homing rat to Rowdin with a little note letting him know he had a job for him and who the target was.

      Popper solicited the funds from the townsfolk or city council under attack, for the services they so desperately needed, and then Rowdin and his men did the rest.

      Without Popper, Rowdin would be useless. He'd probably be a baker right now, instead of a revered mage slayer.

      Normally he wouldn't need to visit Popper before a job but this was no ordinary job. This was Shondo. If nothing else, he at least wanted to say his final goodbye to his old friend.

      Popper's house was elegant and far too lavish for Rowdin's tastes. It was cut from a single piece of marble, or so Popper insisted. It was surrounded with various plants, trees, and herbs, but Rowdin knew the good stuff was all inside the house or in the central, open courtyard, safe from thieves.

      He knocked on the heavy oak door and waited.

      When Popper answered, he looked grim. Come in, he said.

      Rowdin walked inside and said, So Shondo finally turned, huh?

      I've always feared this day would come. I just wish I could have sent someone besides you to take care of it.

      Doesn't sound like you have too much confidence in my abilities.

      Of course I do, but it's Shondo, you know?

      Yeah, I know. It's too bad really. Shondo's generosity is almost as legendary as his power; you just hate to put down a good man.

      I heard he could be a bit of a dick from time to time. Does that help with your resolve?

      Rowdin shrugged and took a seat on the plush, hair-stuffed sofa. The seat that Popper used to keep his butt comfortable was a thousand times more luxurious than any bed Rowdin had ever slept in. If he was a jealous man, he'd hate Popper for his extravagances.

      Popper sat opposite him and said, Do you remember that sorceress a few years back? Fleath was her name, I think. Well she studied under the same master as Shondo and you killed her without breaking a sweat.

      We both know the master has little to do with the magnitude of power a sorcerer possesses. They're not even remotely the same except that they were trained to manipulate their innate power in similar fashions.

      And that knowledge alone could help you. You know Fleath's tricks, so you can expect something similar from Shondo.

      Rowdin cocked his eyebrows and said, I killed Fleath from behind while she was trying to murder a child. I didn't take the time to study her style.

      He paused for a breath and continued, It wouldn't matter anyway. What you're proposing makes no sense. It's like saying that if two men with the same skill-set attacked you one at a time, you should be able to beat them both just the same, even though one is a dwarf with a limp and the other is a giant with an axe.

      Popper smiled and dropped it. So what do you think your chances are against him?

      Rowdin said, To tell you the truth, pretty slim. I had always hoped he'd die of old age before the rage took him.

      He's younger than I am. Popper had clearly taken offense at the age remark.

      I know, Rowdin said with a twinkle in his eye.

      I was going to help you out but now I might just let you go off half cocked and get yourself killed, Popper returned, sarcastically.

      What could you possibly have that could help me beat Shondo? He knew there was nothing but he still held out hope that he was wrong.

      Popper stood and walked from the room, silently. He returned with what looked like a rusty bucket, with dents and holes in it.

      What the fuck is that?

      Ancient warriors used to wear it on their heads to defend against blows from weapons.

      So what value is it to me then? Shondo won't need a weapon to kill me.

      True, but he has this power that is unique to only him. He can destroy people from inside their own minds.

      I've heard about that but I thought it was just another fantastical tale. It won't matter though because in his rage he probably won't have the finesse to do it right.

      "Can you be

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