Dieter utters the command word for his ring then bounds upward. To his--and Olaf and Torben's--astonishment his leap is not merely magical but stupendously so! He rockets windward and soars to 100 yards of altitude! The whole of the panorama is momentarily laid out below him; a red carpet jarred with outcroppings of volcanic rock and pocked with shadowy crevices like spilled blood. From the apex of his super-heroic spring he sees that the entire battle ground is encircled by a vast ring of fortresses--dozens of them--surrounding the huge battle plain, and the crater that shelters the subsided Ring is only one among scores of similar features.
With such a gargantuan leap, Dieter's timing is all off, and the skiff circles right around the Ring crater below him, banking hard so that the half-dozen on board can get a good at his fellows on the ground. Dieter gets a good enough look at them too; cruel looking, dog-faced, hairy sorts, and a couple are pointing right at him! Certainly they look a lot more like werewolves than regular men. But by then he's already diving through the air, plummeting back toward the skiff and the surface below him!
Dieter's leap is of John Carter proportions and he has a degree of control over the direction his descent; it's as if he can "surf" the wind. So he can land on the skiff, or the ground.
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Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]