"Viper! When I said I wanted a light I didn't mean like.... Oh!" I stared around, sobriety returning fast like a mallet in the face. Apparently there had been a bit of a thunderstorm. I could smell singed smoke from my beard, I hurriedly beat out the flames. "If I loose any more of this someone will die!" I growled to myself. My cloak seemed to be unscathed. Most of the orc weapons I had collected had melted into a pool. "What's that?" I wondered as I saw a shape form in the scorched earth. The metal cooled into the shape of an axe, a mighty looking blade etched with strange glowing runes. I picked it up, no bigger than an average handaxe it seemed much lighter, with superb balance. I found an unmelted rock to sharpen it on.
Everyone else seemed ok, if not a little charred. The lightning blast had scattered us several meters in each diretion. JVB moaned and collected his wits. It was a quick job.
I looked at beegee(s) with admiration, his booboo had saved us. The forest was gone though. What magic was this?

" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin