Washed away on a current, full of a flavorsome scent, the crew stepped in tune to wizardly whims, they teetered over the edge, and stumble-ran into the brush towards some homely lady with a steeming plate a-cooling.
He waited, trailing some ways behind, as they stumbled ahead, when the time was rite he drew on the malformed arcane energies and perfected them, expressed them into a whipper-snapper of a spell. With a rapid flick and hurl, he flung the spell forward, through the space between them, and through their very minds. Oh how it dawned on them as it shone from behind then over and before, in that moment when all they so clearly beheld it, the wizened trickster turned away and detonated it with a hot white flash and a shock-wave that then them stumbling about, smashing into each other and the trees in equal measure.
Completely disorientated, and now someways in the dark and tangled wood, he gleefully left them, and with an evil grin sped back towards the hilltop and their supplies...
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