Wrong Way Round

The mighty Wizard, Mochaal lay in wait silently, practising the arcane arm movements of his mightiest spell. The Orc-familiar that he had tried to dispose of had resisted his lower spells. He incanted the words that would fix the spell in his memory and be released with the correct gestures. He knew the habits of this foul creature, neither monster, nor fully human, the wizard felt only disgust for this hybrid renegade. He knew little of this strange world that he had been accidentally drawn into, but foulness he knew well. A creature of habit, the Orc-familiar’s movements were know to him, his wait would be but short. Sensing his foes proximity, Mochaal leapt onto the strange hardened path and quickly, but accurately enacted the spell. The force of the spell caused the familiar exhalation of the bodies gases, as a good spell always does. The Orc-familiar reacted immediately, leaping towards the wizard and throwing him to the ground. The spell had failed, like all the others. Mochaal lay there stunned, unable to comprehend his failure.1

As Jason approached his waiting girl-friend, she looked at him with a frown and said “What was that all about?”. 2

“I dunno”, said Jason, “he doesn’t do it to anyone else, I think he picks on me because of my piercings and jewellery”.3

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless, just leaps out, waves his arms and then let’s one rip! I shoved him over, that’ll teach him to keep his distance, and God those farts stink!” complained the lad. 4

Jason and Karen walked off into the night.5