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Joined: Thu Aug 09, 2007 4:49 pm Posts: 2838 Location: Deep south
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Mulgore Menace
So there I was, on the Golden Plains, all of Mulgore's Grace and Beauty there for my enjoyment, when suddenly .. . ..a shriek of pure terror rent the air. Naturally, I went to inspect, and found a tiny little gnome up a tree, with a kodo beneath, polishing his horns on the bole. I couldn't help it, I rolled with laughter.
"Would you be so good as to draw that wretched beast away, so that I might descend? This is no way to treat such an important warlock as myself."
"And were you a competent warlock, you'd know this beast meant you no harm, and would be about your business."
There we stood, in the late afternoon sun of a Beautiful Golden Plains day, in a haze of mutual unimpressed. The Gnome did not appear to be impressed with my logic, and I clearly was not impressed with his consequence. We waited for the kodo to amble off.
The gnome was so intent on the kodo's retreating form that he startled badly when I finally spoke again. "Now, unless you are going to admit being afraid of me; it appears safe to come down." The warlock nearly lost his perch at my voice.
I laughed. His already red face became redder, and his discomfort only made his dismount that more difficult. I laughed harder. The final disgrace occurred: he fell out of the tree onto his rear. I rolled with laughter.
"I am a warlock of consequence, I am afraid of nothing! I wield powers of which you only can dream!" He was holding so much power, his beady little eyes shone like lamps.
One of the first lessons a spell caster learns: never hold power while angry. My laughter dried like a squall in Durotar. My home was precious to me, and this little runt was threatening the very existence of everything within twenty leagues--including Thunderbluff.
"You do realize holding that much power when your emotions are out of check is a very dangerous game to play?" Foolish shaman! Reason will not work on this creature, think!
"Games! I play no games! Now you see me as powerful and dangerous, where before I was just a joke. Could it be that you are learning respect at last?"
"I have always respected the damage power can cause, especially uncontrolled power." Careful shaman, this gnome is not playing with a full deck, do not tip him over here where there is too much at stake. Where though? Ahhhh, two problems with one exploding gnome, now that sounds wonderful. How to lure him there?
"Bah! I easily control more power in my sleep than you ever will! I'll show you! A contest! You will contest with me shaman, in who can summon and control the most power!" Blessed Earth Mother, he's doing the hard part for me!
"I am not as confident as you gnome, I would rather try this somewhere I know I will do no harm, and I do not think there is sufficient life here for you to draw on, to truly impress me, correct?" Thankfully, all the herds had moved on to the waterholes, so the plains did look barren from here.
"Fine, I issued the challenge, you make pick the place." The gnome still hadn't relinquished his hold on magical energies, and his eyes were glowing fiercer than ever. Could I get him there in time?
"The Dwarven mine is chock full of robust dwarves, and the caves will keep a reign on the energies should they escape; there will suffice." Oh, could we get there in time?
"Well shaman, we are here, now show me what you can do." I am still amazed the dwarves permitted us entrance, since the last time I was here I culled their numbers. But then, none of these saw me do that. Since more diggers winked at me than I cared to count on our entry, perhaps they wanted the little rudity to get his comeuppance as well.
"I have never played this game, and do not know what to do. Please, show me what is expected?" Stroke the ego to its doom, stroke the ego to its doom . . . .
"Watch then, shaman, and learn what true power is!" The gnome was already so lit, he looked more like a foresaken than a living being. One thing I knew and was counting on: Warlock's power draws on life, including that of its caster. So all I had to do was wait . . .
The rocks beneath his feet began to melt. His skin shriveled and cracked. His eyes were nigh on incandescent with power, and still he called upon more. When his knees buckled, and his head bent to the point it touched the melted stones, I struck.
A lightening bolt quickly followed by an earthshock disintegrated his body, and pushed the energies he summoned into the very bedrock of the mines. I could feel the tremors start as I called up ethereal power to whisk me home. I will not be surprised to learn there is one less mine in Mulgore tomorrow.
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