Jack was thinking about casting one of his instants, a mind-altering spell, one that would make the little man forget what he was going to do. He had this thought immediatly after Slately was reaching for the trigger and usually he would have casted this spell instantly. But today he failed to do so. With his well-trusted leader right next to him he was irritated by the fact that his master was not giving him the order to do so - and not even thinking about it.
Jack would have known if his leader would want him to execute this maneuver, even if he were only thinking it. And now in this second that shaped the future he the allmighty all-knowing perfect warlord didnt even think about something trivial as that? How could he, Jack, that lowly Foolamancer, know something better than his Warlord?
These questions made Jack hesitate for a fraction of a second only. Which is why his juice was only beginning to flow when the world exploded around him in a bright white light
... and his world started to end.
Many hexes away Stanley was lying in his throne. During the last hour he was trying to find new, awesome uses for this wonderful tool, the arkenhammer. He was swaying the hammer through the air, this way and that way, harshly slamming it down, carefully stroking it, even talking to it - but nothing seemed to work. This exhausted him pretty much so that he quickly fell in some easy slumber in his throne. He dreamt of back when he was a soldier. On rare occasions they were granted freetime. He went fishing on an remote island a wondeful quiet place with hours and hours to relax. Except for this pesky guy from his stack that just went with him, uninvited. He was always making jokes which nobody felt the need to laugh about. An ugly fat creature he was. Once he...
Stanley suddenly went up in his chair, his eyes widened in terror. His most precious units, the casters and his chief warlord, were in grave danger. He immediatly sat in a puddle of sweat and gripped onto the hammer very tightly. In his mind he formed the only words he could think of.
"Please, dont let this happen. Dont let this happen!"
A pity he was closing his eyes very tightly, too, because this way he couldnt see how the hammer started to glow, brighter and brighter, until the whole room was bathed in a bright white light.
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