370 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
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“From this moment, your name shall be Wordler 370,” the QUEEN proclaimed, as she tapped her scepter on the shoulders of the kneeling designate. “Arise, Wordler 370, and begin your quest!”
370 stood and gave her QUEEN a graceful bow. “I thank thee, Thy Majesty. Proclaimeth throughout the land that thy champion dost sally forth to undertake the protection of thy most-hallowed lands.”
The QUEEN whispered to the head of her Advisory Council, “Has she always spoken like that or have we broken her?”
“No, Your Majesty, Theophane has always been a little…old fashioned.”
“Fetch my steed!” 370 demanded, and with surprising speed a horse was located and saddled for her.
While trotting through the countryside, 370 encountered an incongruous mist on an otherwise sunny day. “What deviltry be this?” she wondered.
A robed figure stepped from the mist with a long staff that ended in a crystal that flashed with an alternating yellow and green glow. “Halt!” the man shouted. “Turn back to your accursed village, Wordler. You are not worthy to pass.”
“If my village be accursed, ’tis due only to thee and thy treachery, for I know thee as none other than the diabolical wizard who crafted our daily dooms.” She dropped from the saddle and unsheathed her sword.
“Hold up,” said the wizard. “You have a sword? No one told me you’d be coming at me with a sword.”
With a shrieking battle cry, 370 charged. The wizard only just barely parried her blows, stepping backward with each strike until he stood with his back against an enormous ash tree. But on the next strike, the wizard’s staff sent the Wordler’s sword flying into the distance.
“What will you do now?” the wizard taunted, swinging the staff in a menacing arc.
370 punched the wizard in the face.
“Ow! I think you broke my nose!”
“Consider thyself defeated,” 370.
“You haven’t won any kind of victory here,” the wizard sneered in a nasal voice, while dabbing blood from his nose with his robe. “Your precious village remains as cursed as ever.”
“Mayhaps, but I have the Word of Power now, and we’ll be rid of you until another day.”
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