Yannuvia was born in the light of the Gray Wanderer Andreas. The erstwhile Spellweaver had drunk from the Cup of Dark Knowledge and tasted the Seventh Nectar. Mender’s blood had touched him.
Drelvish…
Menderish…
Spellweaverish…
Pointed-eared, ever so slightly greenish…
First Wandmaker…
Fire Wizard!
Yannuvia took the Wand of Flying, used the command “Run nailed ray gun,” and flew into the air. Unlike the battle with Fishtrap the Wandmaker now had an ample supply of sulfur. Carcharians rushed to the breach in their community’s wall with weapons. Yannuvia flew safely out of spear range and shouted, “Here I am, ********!” The taunted Carcharians hurled spears and curses at the Wandmaker. More gathered in the large exposed cavern.
The Wandmaker shouted, “For Morganne!”
He then conjured, crushed sulfur, uttered disturbing phrases in the language of the Omega Stones, and sent devastating blasts of blue flames into the gathered Carcharians. Massive explosions ripped through the room. No Carcharians survived.
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