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Moctave, Wizard of the Water, Earth, and Sky, a member of the High Council of Magickers, took pleasure in relieving his bowels. He had come far in his life. The war he started over a decade ago was coming to fruition. Now, it was time for the final battle. He chewed a rabbit drumstick while he viewed the pieces on the omnascope. What he could see on the table through the omnascope was as an accurate representation of the battle as possible, albeit viewed through the mists. All through the land, red forces were overwhelming the white ones. It was a done thing. The Reds were winning, and he smiled. Just as it should be, he thought. It was a night to celebrate. He decided to bring a boy child up to his rooms to enjoy. Tomorrow, he would sacrifice the boy to the only true God. He poured himself some ale. His loins stirred. He pictured the things he would do to the innocent child. He called his servant, "Bring a boy child up to my rooms now." Ten minutes later, the servant, a lec...