Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

Doulcipriet ! One of the villagers exploded into a fine pink mist, his clothes tearing apart and falling to the ground, his axe dropping into the soil near Moss' feet. Those behind him slowed. One of them hiccuped, turned, and threw up. The rest backed down the hill a few feet, looking wearily at one another. Moss stood above them at the entrance of his home, atop a densely treed hill. He peered down at them, eyebrows furrowed. Who's next? I could do this all day. he announced, straightening his stance. He brought his free hand above his head, fingers spread. My home shall not be vilified by your collective naivety any longer. I am the keeper of this land, and my word is law ! Am I understood !? A couple of the villagers nodded. There was a commotion, and a priest emerged from the front of the mob, his black cloak flowing about his ankles. Magician of the hill you have brought Satan upon our lands! broadcast the priest. Upon mention of 'Satan', several villagers looked at one another in alarm, but so continued the priest Not once have you attended the Church and confessed your sins! Not once have you prostrated yourself unto God! You have shown but blatant disregard for our Lord! For that, ye shall pay! We have no tolerance for your ungodly kin, and we will have you destroyed for your insolence! The priest stood, his stance strong and proud, his bible held tightly to his chest. You blame me for your drought? You dare accuse me of removing your supply of water? You have brought yourself upon my land all of this without my permission, expect me to pay tribute to you and your God? Satan Moss smirked, I have wrought no such deity upon these lands. However, lest you desist from your aggressions, I will bring upon you this Satan . Leave these lands at once, or upon you shall pour my fury. The Priest looked on with increasing anger. He took a step forward, drew his cross, and screamed at the Mage, May Hell sow upon you the greatest vengeance of God, foul wretch! I will not rest until you are vanqui Moss slammed the cabin door closed, and uttered several words. The door disappeared, a stone barricade appearing in its place. He would have nothing else from those vile people. The villagers were not bad people, but their naivety had been abused by the town priests. The 'church' had moved in several years ago and had immediately begun to frighten the villagers with tales of 'hell' and 'punishment', threatening them until not a single man, woman or child abstained from church ceremony. It sickened him. It was but through the greedy nature of the priests, whom had abused the passages of their own Holy Book, that had brought fear into the hearts of the simple villagers. Immediately, he began preparations. Upon the stone platform in the centre of the room he drew various symbols and curves in chalk. He skimmed his library, drew his hand up, and a book flew from the shelf to greet his palm. He opened it, and the pages turned themselves until at last the incantation appeared before him. And so he began Me revenga y sult, Vicious daemon y culpal, O! daemon dan Helvetes, Me gratuia vos proprietas Corps Infernal! Suddenly, a great red light shone from the granite platform, and Moss opened his arms wide to accept his summons. The priest had accused him of bringing Satan to the lands and Moss had surely met their expectations...