Oilcohol Part I: An Elf’s Message
Trevor H. Cooley
“Stupid rock eater!” Stephan swore as he stubbed his toes for what seemed the hundredth time on this dangerous little side trip. That was one problem with an invisibility spell. It hid you from enemies, but it hid you from yourself too. “This is the last message I deliver for her.”
Stephan Thistlebaum was an elf and elves didn’t belong up in the mountains. This was dwarf territory and in this part of the country enmity between the races ran deep. The war may have cooled but hatred was still high, especially in this region where the elves and dwarves lived so close to each other.
The squat mountain Stephan climbed that morning was called Blackfoot’s Nub and was the westernmost mountain in the dwarves’ dominion. Its slopes just touched t
