Suc’Naath had lived his entire life in the Thorn. It was his territory. He laid claim to all creatures and treasures within. And there were a lot.
He was an independent contractor who frequently sold treasures and animals to the shops in Goblin Town. The shopkeeps relied on a steady supply, and his forest was well-known for carrying such things. Suc-Naath considered it no issue if he sold things belonging to him.
Over the last few months, there had been strange occurrences. Stranger than normal. He’d walk around his lovely forest, supervising the animals as they made homes in the growth. Exploring the ruins from civilizations past. The creatures he relied on were gone without a trace. His antique treasure maps led him to dust and decay. The ruins rotted inward, all valuables taken.
The anger Suc’Naath felt was unparalleled. How dare someone invade his territory and steal from him?
One particular morning, he lounged along the side of a river. A powerful, petrifying aura washed over him. Suc’Naath hid behind a tree, sneaking a peek at the mysterious figure who’d scared him. As the Lich passed, the area’s life was drawn away, leaching into him. The grass under his feet turned brown, creating a clear path of destruction.
The wrecking of his forest was suddenly clear. And Suc’Naath had no desire to tussle with the terrifying figure before him.
Pushed away from his familiar territory, Suc’Naath dared to enter the Marsh, though the Master of the Marsh was not a protector he wished to tangle with. He preferred the safety and familiarity of his own space.
But in the wake of the intrusion into his own territory, he was forced to find other means to support himself. And when he found himself in the Marsh with no interruptions, he felt safe to conduct his business.
In the wake of the Master’s illness, the defenses around the Marsh had fallen away. This left the animals under his protection vulnerable. While Suc’Naath didn’t wish to get on the wrong side of the Master, he couldn’t help but take advantage of the situation.
Hence, why he now waited at the edge of the Marsh. He’d heard of a powerful horse-like creature with black and white stripes. Zag was its name. The horse’s meat was supposedly a rare ingredient in poisons and potions, which to Suc’Naath meant it was valuable.
Zag stretched his neck toward the lower branch of a barren tree and stripped the leaves away. He chewed slowly, unaware of the intruder hiding behind a rock sitting in the tall grass. His tail swished back and forth.
Sparks jumped between Suc’Naath’s fingers as he powered himself up. He slung back his hand. A ball of electricity flung through the air towards Zag.
The horse neighed in protest, rearing onto its back legs. The electricity missed, leaving a singe mark on the tree.
Zag fled, using his strength to speed away from the Electromancer.
“Wait!” Suc’Naath pleaded, throwing himself down on top of the rock.
To his surprise, Zag actually stopped. The horse’s intelligent eyes met his, and Zag asked him a question: “What do you want?”
Suc’Naath seemed unfazed by the horse’s unexpected words.
Story Arc Index:
Part 1: Wizard #4856
Part 2: Wizard #399
Part 3: Wizard #8004
Part 4: Pony #308
Part 5: Wizard #8441
Part 6: Pony #312
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