Role

Chapter 3

The judge was pulling out the giant blue ribbon to pin on Wotburd when
suddenly there was a loud and irritating coughing coming from the robed man
next to them.

"Excuse me, judges, but take a look at these!" And in a snap of a finger and
an incantation of "Bigorumous Carrotomus" the shirveled carrot was suddenly a
five foot tall rippled carrot glistening with dew.

"HOLY SHIT!" said one of the judges, and the other two nodded looking
amazed and baffled. "FIRST PLACE!" Said the first judge, pinning the
ribbon on the robed man.

Another snap and the flat tomato was suddenly a veluptuous tomato the size
of a pumpkin. "First place, again!" Said the second judge, pinning another
ribbon.

A final snap, and the cabbage leaf was a beautiful vortex of cabbage spinning
and singing a soft melody. "First place! Oh my!" Said the third judge,
pinning the final ribbon.

The judges all pat the robed man on the shoulder, impressed with his
theatrics and vegetables, as they deposited the gold coins into his hands.

Wotburd sat in disbelief. This rotten mage just stole the show from him.
What was he going to tell his family. The answer was nothing, because when
Wotburd had returned home he found only corpses. They had all died from the
plague, sending Wotburd into a terrible rage of chaos and misery.
Somewhere, a dark, skeletal being cackled with glee as another BattleRager
was born.