Reginald Plots A New Direction
Wekkit arrived back on the ridgeline in time to see his master fawning over the massive pig Swarth had stolen from the farm. A number of other hogs had followed and were even now milling about around the palanquin, with a few minions interspersed amongst them. A quick glance behind him showed that a half dozen men were coming up the hill, angry looks upon their face, likely looking to recover their future porkchops.
The fat goblin began trying to gather up the other minions to form some sort of defensive line, but it was no easy task. It was made all the more difficult by the fact that most of the goblins were busy watching Reginald as he began casting some sort of spell on the sow. Arcane energies began swirling around his hands as he began chanting.
“Powers that be, hear my cry!
Take this beast, from the sty!
Make it fierce, and evil too!
That is what I’ll have you do!”
Threads of brilliant green energy launched from the mages fingertips and encircled the pig, lifting it from the ground and slowly spinning it. The swirls of energy were so bright as to all but obscure the changes happening within its grasp. Wekkit would have been just as entranced as the rest of had he not been keeping an eye on the steadily growing closer men.
With a squeal the sow emerged from the spell. Now it stood almost four feet at the shoulder, and was bristling with all manner of horns and tusks. Its teeth had gone pointy, and its eyes glowed with a pale baleful energy. Even Reginald was overawed at how nightmarish the demon pig now appeared.
Wekkit, though very impressed and marveling at the fact that the only time his master was not a complete idiot was when he was spell casting, began tugging at the mages filthy robes. “Fell overlord! My lord, the men, they approach!”
Reginald looked down the hill. “Oh. That they are.”
Wekkit grimaced. “My fell overlord, could you do something about them?”
A sheepish look came over the fell mages face. “Well, you see…I might have used up the last bit of my magic for awhile on the pig just then.”
The fat little goblins eyes bulged. “But…”
“Between that…and the standard…and minioning you guys…and blowing up that boulder…its just, well, I can only do so much in a day you know.” He looked at the men, and began slowly shuffling backwards. “But I have complete faith in you and the minions Captain Wekkit! Be a good minion now and go kill that angry looking lot over there.”
In his haste to back away Reginald tripped over Reck, he have bent over to take a closer look at the demon pig. Tumbling into the bucktoothed goblin he somehow managed to kick the minions spear into the hindquarter of the sow. With an ear shattering squeal, which sounded as though dozens of evil voices were trying to do pig impressions deep with the creatures throat, it lunged forward, Swarth clinging to its tale and being drug along behind it.
The men took one look at the demon pig, hooves pounding thunderously towards them, crackles of flame teasing from its mouth, and bolted down the hill. It raced after them for a good hundred yards before calming down enough to allow a now much battered Swarth to climb onto its back.
As the men fled and Swarth returned Reginald grabbed Wekkit by the shoulder. “I love it when a plan comes together! My brilliant leadership, your combat leadership, and Swarths bravery combined to win the day! Of course it was far more my leadership than either of those other things, but it won’t be said that I don’t give credit where credit is due!”
He turned to look over his little army and the numerous pigs. “A successful raid! We will have food for weeks now!” The mage glanced back down the hill. “And we can always return to bring a much deserved doom on these peasants later. For now though, let us be off, so that you can throw a feast in my honor!”
As he climbed back into his palanquin the mage had a thoughtful expression on his face, clearly deep in thought. He looked down at the portly Wekkit. “Captain, I believe it is time I had a dungeon.”