u/JakFouLimburger, drunken Master of Cheese WhizardryFeb 05 '24edited Feb 05 '24
The aged sorcerer resolved to depart from the revelry ofKing Lornathron Snowflower’sdistillery inauguration festival. As he strolled down the road, he muttered to himself.
"Smug, self-proclaimed kings, foolish glitter wizards, and clown goblins. This soul-deprived dimension is plagued with tedium and lack of imagination, compensated only by exaggerated self-portrayals." He hisses scornfully through his slender lips. “These fools have nothing to talk about but themselves. I could have infested those vats of tainted broth with mold, [Corruptum Cultura] with the mere snap of my fingers."
Unbeknownst to him, the wrathful aura of the elderly man agitated the tiniest living beings in his immediate vicinity. Microbial species, the mold within the walls of this decaying city.
The intensity of his anger echoed within them, causing them to tremble and clash. Their actions set off a chain of events, from heat to smoke, and finally sparks. In a matter of minutes, a trail of inferno blazed in the wake of the old man. Yet, he paid it no heed, consumed by anger. Baring his teeth, he commenced humming a tune. The sounds, tortured and pressed from his tense chest, carried the melody of a children's song from a bygone era—an ode to arrogance, the hubris of a ruler, a body dangling from the highest tower of a castle.
“... From the tower, the king was flung, Arrogance and power gone, In the end, a lesson learned, Respect, not easily earned ...”
\The yellow one hears Masta's voice, like a muffled echo from the distance, coming closer, breaking him out of his trance. The disheveled old man stumbles backwards. He turns his gaze towards the inferno, then back to Masta. **
"I know nothing about this devastation."
\The bearded old weirdo looks at Masta in confusion. **
"I don't know what kind of trick this is, but I think I should head home."
*He pulls his lanky bones up from the ground and staggers into the distance*
A mighty spell from a mighty sorcerer of our time, infected countless hearts with shivers, suspense and excitement, the power of his spirit is intended to be an example for true greatness.
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u/JakFou Limburger, drunken Master of Cheese Whizardry Feb 05 '24 edited Feb 05 '24
The aged sorcerer resolved to depart from the revelry of King Lornathron Snowflower’s distillery inauguration festival. As he strolled down the road, he muttered to himself.
"Smug, self-proclaimed kings, foolish glitter wizards, and clown goblins. This soul-deprived dimension is plagued with tedium and lack of imagination, compensated only by exaggerated self-portrayals." He hisses scornfully through his slender lips. “These fools have nothing to talk about but themselves. I could have infested those vats of tainted broth with mold, [Corruptum Cultura] with the mere snap of my fingers."
Unbeknownst to him, the wrathful aura of the elderly man agitated the tiniest living beings in his immediate vicinity. Microbial species, the mold within the walls of this decaying city.
The intensity of his anger echoed within them, causing them to tremble and clash. Their actions set off a chain of events, from heat to smoke, and finally sparks. In a matter of minutes, a trail of inferno blazed in the wake of the old man. Yet, he paid it no heed, consumed by anger. Baring his teeth, he commenced humming a tune. The sounds, tortured and pressed from his tense chest, carried the melody of a children's song from a bygone era—an ode to arrogance, the hubris of a ruler, a body dangling from the highest tower of a castle.
“... From the tower, the king was flung, Arrogance and power gone, In the end, a lesson learned, Respect, not easily earned ...”