Peculiar
Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2026 10:06 pm
Omen Trace was no coward*. But this... this thing. It scared him. As a matter of fact it was one of the few things besides bees and horrible, horrible swamp witches (though, admittedly he hadn't encountered one of these two in his life up until that point) that actually scared him. The abomination stood tall in front of Omen and he had to lean his head back wide in order to look up to it in all its terrible glory. "I see you have grown since last time we met," the sorcerer muttered, then repeated it louder, as it lacked a reaction of the abomination. Still nothing, though Omen was relatively certain that he could hear an aggressive growl coming from deep inside the abomination's throat. That thought made him pause and, looking over the thing in front of him, he couldn't help but be silently curious, whether or not this creature even had a throat.
Logically, he figured, it must have had, or else it wouldn't have been able to swallow its prey and spit out the dead, empty shells of those daring enough to engage with it. Then again, he admitted to himself, he wasn't aware of any actual casualty caused by the abomination. Not that it made him any less determined to kill it and hang a huge piece of it over his chimney, back in his wizard tower. Another pause. Did he have a chimney in his wizard tower? Did he even have his wizard tower by now to begin with? Time had passed since he had last set foot into the town of Cadomyr. Time, in which he had missed his friends and missed the town and missed everything.
Once, he had dealt with this abomination, he'd be able to see them all again and maybe even move in into his very own wizard tower - secretly, he'd call it THE POWER TOWER or just TiPiTi in short, even though that was in no way an appropriate abbreviation - in which he could hang a piece of his nemesis over his chimney. Of course, only if either of these existed.
He blinked and looked back up to the abomination, shocked how his mind could have slipped away in a moment like this. He puffed up his chest and raised his wand alongside his voice: "Abomination! Your conqueror has come to free this place and its people from your existence! Begone, I say! Begone!" He had no clue why he added that last part, but he had heard it once before and thought it kind of fitting for this occasion. Right before he articulated his spell, however, something flashed into his mind. Something that Gwen and Nala had once told him and instead of raining down his "arcane fury" - his words, not mine - onto the abomination, he punched it with his empty hand. That hurt. A lot. It was like punching a brick wall, but he was certain that this almighty punch did what it meant to do and that it would be a lesson for the abomination to never cross paths with him again. His teeth clenched, he scuttled off to new adventures - or to find some medical attention for his hand -, leaving the lifeless shell of his nemesis behind him.
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*Some may argue with this statement
Logically, he figured, it must have had, or else it wouldn't have been able to swallow its prey and spit out the dead, empty shells of those daring enough to engage with it. Then again, he admitted to himself, he wasn't aware of any actual casualty caused by the abomination. Not that it made him any less determined to kill it and hang a huge piece of it over his chimney, back in his wizard tower. Another pause. Did he have a chimney in his wizard tower? Did he even have his wizard tower by now to begin with? Time had passed since he had last set foot into the town of Cadomyr. Time, in which he had missed his friends and missed the town and missed everything.
Once, he had dealt with this abomination, he'd be able to see them all again and maybe even move in into his very own wizard tower - secretly, he'd call it THE POWER TOWER or just TiPiTi in short, even though that was in no way an appropriate abbreviation - in which he could hang a piece of his nemesis over his chimney. Of course, only if either of these existed.
He blinked and looked back up to the abomination, shocked how his mind could have slipped away in a moment like this. He puffed up his chest and raised his wand alongside his voice: "Abomination! Your conqueror has come to free this place and its people from your existence! Begone, I say! Begone!" He had no clue why he added that last part, but he had heard it once before and thought it kind of fitting for this occasion. Right before he articulated his spell, however, something flashed into his mind. Something that Gwen and Nala had once told him and instead of raining down his "arcane fury" - his words, not mine - onto the abomination, he punched it with his empty hand. That hurt. A lot. It was like punching a brick wall, but he was certain that this almighty punch did what it meant to do and that it would be a lesson for the abomination to never cross paths with him again. His teeth clenched, he scuttled off to new adventures - or to find some medical attention for his hand -, leaving the lifeless shell of his nemesis behind him.
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*Some may argue with this statement