the angry wizard

Oh shit.
What?
He’s going ultrasonic. We’ve got to get out of here.
What does that mean, he’s going ultrasonic?
He is summoning all of the mythical creatures adjacent to this place. Here, that would be flying lions and we are in serious trouble. Run.
So what? Mythical creatures can’t hurt us.
Son, he can hurt you in ways you can’t even imagine. What did you do to this guy?
Nothing.
Something. You must have done something stupid to get him this pissed off.
I said it was nothing.

At that moment the far wall crashed in.

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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