Overpowered Wizard

It was a breezy and cool autumn morning, and Zarian was in the kitchen. The morning suns had broken past the dawn horizon, bathing Central Bramblevale with their cheerful light. Heavy, blocky clouds, stacked over each other like Jenga towers, crawled across the sky at a brisk pace.

The wind picked up and whistled loudly through the kitchen. A few autumn-colored leaves blew through unobstructed. Nothing much could stop them while a big hole in the wall and ceiling and multiple floors above left the way between the mansion roof and the kitchen uncovered.

It was under this large structural hazard where Zarian stared into the sky. He had a mug of coffee in his hands and dark circles around his dark eyes.

Last night, he had to eject Ezda the Gnoll Alpha Elder out of the mansion. Thankfully, she didn’t resist him much, which made her exit much easier on the mansion or the conflict would have risked destroying the entire building.

Still, that wasn’t the only damage. To his right was more magical damage where a vertical metal crescent had slashed through multiple walls and left silver flowers and vines in its wake.

Last night, Zarian had to evict White Rose Arnold of Ambrose from the mansion after the old man lost his cool and attacked Ezda on neutral grounds. The old man had left with a dark look on his face that might’ve meant relations between him and Zarian’s party were ruined.

Ezda, of course, hadn’t cared and took the forced exit with grace, as if she’d prepared for it. Why wouldn’t she?

After all, she’d sneaked past the patrolling soldiers. She’d sneaked past the guards on the wall. She’d enjoyed a free pass through the Lovewar barrier since she was technically an ally, just like Arnold.

I need to get those rowdy gnolls under control. Zarian shook his head and returned to looking through the ceiling and the passing cloud cover and golden autumn morning. The coffee’s getting lukewarm.