Maldran glanced around cautiously as the mushrooms stood silently. He adjusted his posture so that he appeared relaxed but could launch a volley of shurikens in a moment’s notice. The mushrooms continued to stand, motionless, waiting. Among them were Orange, Green, Blue, Horned, even a few Zombies. But still, they waited.

A Green mushroom charged forward. Maldran nearly threw an Avenger at it until he realized it was carrying bandages. It quickly stopped before ramming into him, then started working with his leg until it was in a temporary splint. “Thank you.” Maldran said, fumbling with his pockets. He found a few diamonds, shrugged and tossed them to the mushroom. The mushroom deftly caught them, smiling widely, then dashed off.

The other mushrooms stood silently watching Maldran a bit longer, then moved off as well.

Then Maldran was alone. He would have to get to a hospital so a cleric could heal his leg.

But he had a dilemma. He couldn’t walk.

Isador’s life flashed before his eyes as he plummeted towards the ground. He saw when he was crawling around in a diaper as an infant, running through the parks of Orbis and jumping off clouds as a child, becoming a member of the Orbis High Guard as a mere teenager…when suddenly…

His fall was broken by an unfortunate Orange Mushroom which squealed with pain and died as Isador landed on its cap.

“That was a miracle.” Isador muttered.

He then saw Maldran, hopping around on one leg with a crude splint on the other.

And he remembered the Power Elixirs in his pocket.

Isador shouted for Maldran to catch, then tossed one at him.

The dread necromancer Sindri Myr hovered over a strange whirpool in the sea of energy that was the Webway. Common sense failing him, he jumped in.

Pain exploded throughout his body as it was literally burned from his flesh. His tattered black robes disintegrated instantly in the burning energy. Soon, all that remained of Sindri Myr was his skeleton. The bones were now devoid of any living tissue, and the eye sockets had been filled with an eerie red light.

Yet he was not dead.

The first lich of the Era 18921 was born.

Sindri just hoped he would not encounter one of those racist Clerics. Being more intelligent than the average Mapler, he realized he was now undead. And that healing magic would hurt him.

Khaine’s simple warhammer glowed with a strange black light as it obliterated yet another wayward soul. Khaine sniffed deeply, taking in the smell and power of the soul energy. Then he realized.

It smelled like chicken.

For the first time, Khaine felt satisfaction for destroying a soul.

With a brief incantation, he transformed his immense, burning body into a Mapler, and exited the Webway. He appeared in Henesys, where he went to the supermarket to buy some syrup.

When he emerged clutching a bottle of syrup, he realized the waffle had gone cold.

Now he had to search for a microwave.

Perion itself trembled as the Warrior’s Sanctuary was annihilated by the manifestation of the Shadow Weaver’s rage. Crimson blood covered the mountains as the entire town was leveled by a massive psychic storm. The ground itself trembled as it was struck repeatedly with bolts of pure energy. The survivors of Perion hid in the valley of the Fire Drakes, cowering behind large bushes.

Kerning City was close by, but none of them had the sense to run for help. Any of them could reach the city without the Shadow Weaver noticing.

But it was to be expected, as they were warriors.

Eventually one survivor jumped out from the bushes and charged to Kerning. A red drake lay in its path, but the survivor simply barreled through…

The survivor’s name was Ayan.

Lord Crull stood near the bottom of the Orbisian Tower. A maniacal grin crept onto his face as he chanted a ritual spell of titanic proportions. He was going to destroy the tower.

The ritual itself would take approximately half an hour to complete. It would cause the victim to rust, then hit it with several immense fireballs, meteors, glaciers, lightning bolts, deathbolts and disintegration rays. If it was used on the Orbisian Tower, the structure would be reduced to a pile of ashes in seconds.

Crull had been chanting for over twenty minutes when a cute Jr. Pepe poked his leg. He reached down and patted its head, then crushed it with his foot. But then he realized…

He had stopped chanting the spell.

Crull roared with rage. He extracted his immense black scythe from his ear, and searched for a victim.

He found one. Crull charged, scythe swinging wildly. He slashed and chopped his victim repeatedly, as crimson blood flowed from the victim’s wounds. Soon it simply disintegrated, a massive puddle pooling on the once-pure snow. But then he realized once more…

His victim had been a strawberry bush.

The small band of Eldar appeared in a blue flash of light as they teleported back to their home, the Arcanus Temple. With perfect discipline, they formed a line and marched up the simple stairs and into the undecorated door.

With perfect discipline, they crashed into the body of the Eldar in front of them as they realized the door hadn’t been opened yet.

“Alas to the universe when the Eldar become careless,” Farseer Taldeer lamented.

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