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The Doom Brigade
Book 1 of The Chaos War Series
Margret Weis
Don Perrin


WEIS, MARGARET & PERRIN, DON
Dedicated proudly to the Canadian Corps of Land Electrical & Mechanical
Engineers


"There's a problem, sir." The Baaz was apologetic. "The dwarves have locked the
doors to the shed and are threatening to dump their brew before they'll hand it over to
us, sir."
"By the Dark Queen's heart!" Kang swore, shocked. "Are they serious?"
"We have to assume that they are, sir." The draconian looked worried, as well he
might.
Kang raced off to assess the situation. When he arrived, the draconians were
hissing and howling and clashing their swords against their breastplates. At the dire
threat to dump the spirits, the draconians were near to forgetting their orders against
bloodshed.


Chapter One


"Stand to!"
Kang was on his feet, his clawed hands groping through the darkness of his cabin
for his armor before he was fully awake or cognizant of what was going on.
"Blasted elves! Damn pointy-ears. Why in the Abyss can't they let a fella get some
sleep?"
He found his breastplate, wrestled with it briefly, and finally managed to sling one
strap over his scaled arm. The other strap remained elusive, and Kang, cursing it
soundly, ignored it. Clasping the breastplate to his chest with his arm, he searched for
the door, and stumbled into a chair.
A trumpet sounded the alarm off-key. More shouts came from outside, answered
by hoarse yells of defiance. Kang gave the chair a kick that slivered it and once again
tried to find the door.
"Foppy elves," he muttered again, but that didn't
seem quite right.
A sober part of him, a part of him that had not been drinking dwarf spirits last
nightтАФa party-pooping, stern task-master, who generally hovered near Kang's
shoulder, watching the other parts of him enjoying themselves with a disapproving
glowerтАФnagged at him again.
Something about dwarves. Not elves.
Kang flung open the door to his cabin. The breathlessly hot morning air hit him a
good sock in the face. The sky was gray with the dawning rays of the sun, though that
light had not yet penetrated to the cabins and huts sheltered beneath the pine trees.
Kang blinked, shook his head muzzily, tried to disperse the dwarf spirits fouling his
brain. Reaching out, he collared the first draconian who came into sight.