The Gnomish Treasure Hunter: Volume 1: A Fuulish Beginning (A Paelstori Story)

By M.G. Rondeau

In a world a magic, a gnome wishes to break from gnomish tradition and hunt for treasures in the darkest places. Despite his cunning mind, he needs help from more physically dangerous allies. Together with his hired mercenaries, Fawley Wessar sets out on a grand adventure of peril and glory. Join the quest now with the Gnomish Treasure Hunter!

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.G. Rondeau
• Release date: Oct 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9788835324973

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M.G. Rondeau

The Gnomish Treasure Hunter

Volume 1: A Fuulish Beginning (A Paelstori Story)

Copyright © 2019 by M.G. Rondeau

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Welcome To Paelstor

Volume 1: A Fuulish Beginning

Glossary of Terms

About the Author

Welcome To Paelstor

Welcome to the magical world of Paelstor: a land of seven seas and seven continents; a land full of life and fantastic mystery; a land where anything is possible; and a land where, today, we set off on a wondrous treasure hunt!

Volume 1: A Fuulish Beginning

The pitter-patter of small feet tapped through the old ruins, entering a massive chamber that vaulted high above and extended into shadows on all sides. Strange columns and ducts of metal pipes criss-crossed overhead and along the walls. They seemed to come together in bundles behind the most impressive thing in the room: the great statue.

Fawley Wessar stopped before the statue, a relic of an ancient culture, and adjusted his thick, round spectacles. Then he took an old timepiece from his shirt pocket, opened the cover, breathed on its face and rubbed it firmly with the corner of his tweed jacket.

The gnome stood before the towering form. His oddly-shaped head, bald but for some wispy, white hair, lifted as he ogled at the statue. It was a terrifying man-beast with menacing eyes, curved horns protruding from its head, and wings folded behind its back. In one of its stone claws was an orb, and in the other the beast held a great halberd. The blunt bottom end tapped the temple floor by the statue’s monstrous feet where they crossed with folded legs.

What do you make of it? hissed a voice behind the gnome.

I don’t know, Luket, the gnome shrugged. Some old god or demon maybe…

Yesss, said Luket, who was one of the lizard people known as the basilen. But doesss it give any clue about the treasssure you ssseek, or perhapsss how to find it, at leassst?

Potentially, the gnome mused, holding one hand in the crook of his arm and the other under his chin.

Don’t tell me, a raspy woman’s voice followed. You don’t really know, do you?

Give me a minute, Xan, Fawley urged. Just give me a minute.

Great, I knew this was a bad idea coming along on your foolish treasure hunt… the horned zalt woman named Xan said. Have you ever even done this sort of thing before?

Once, the gnome admitted. There was a vault back home that got locked and I figured out how to open it even when the rest of town couldn’t.

Real hero, Xan mocked.

Passshienccce, Luket requested.