Seven witches are destroying this world by raising an army of undead warriors. My job is to hunt and kill them. Perhaps killing these witches will restore balance to the world.
Six witches have been slayed: one more remains.
This is my journey. My only goal is to tell a good story.
The crops were plenty bountiful, and now it was time to resume my quest. I still had one more witch to kill, and that would not happen if I stayed in peace forever.
I ripped up two rows of crops, saving the seeds for another emergency. I left two rows in place to aid the next traveler. If you give to the land, the land will also give to you.
My gear packed, I closed the doors of my house and set off into the sand. It felt good to ride again, and Lightning more than appreciated the freedom.
While riding along the coast, I found a school of squid, a least a dozen popping in and out of the water. Too bad they were no good to eat.
While this landscape may have been nearly inhospitable, it was beautiful.
I didn’t ride long before I started seeing patches of grass, and then sand. Such irregularities in the environment could only mean one thing: I was on the edge of a new landscape! I had high hopes of finding people again. Seventy-six days have passed since I’ve talked to a real human person. These months at sea, on islands, and in the desert have probably made me a tad crazed in the brain.
By nightfall, I left the rocky desert for a sandy one.
And not long after that, I found grassland! I’ve looked at cacti for too long! Grass and trees, these are what I’ve missed!
This land was brimming with life. I found chickens, and cattle, and sheep!
My sword hand grew lustful with desire. I needed feathers for arrows, cow hide for book bindings, and meat for energy (bread provides only a kind of sustenance). But tonight I killed nothing. I was too enraptured with the sight of so much life!
Now that I was in the grasslands again, I wondered if people would be nearby. Was there another town, anywhere I could go?
Sure enough. By 3 a.m. I saw the light of a small desert village, Goroth.
As usual, I found the town overrun with monsters. A few slices of my sword ended their threat, and the town welcomed me.
These townspeople were deceived. They thought I was on their side, was here to support them, but then I found this:
A witch’s temple! I’ve never seen a temple constructed inside a town before! Crops grew in the temple’s backyard! These people were clearly allied with a witch, perhaps the final witch in my quest.
These people didn’t know who I was. I was the Witch Slayer, and this temple was coming down.
First I raided the temple. Witches never change. They always hide their treasure in the same spot. More important than a few bars of gold, however, was the TNT hidden beneath.
I’d been carrying stacks of TNT with me for quite a while now. With the TNT of this place, I had more than enough material to blow this temple apart.
As I worked, the townspeople paid me no mind. They assumed I’d entered the temple to worship at the feet of her filthiness. What a surprise awaited them when the TNT finally detonated!
Small sections of the temple remained, but this is how I liked it. I wanted the ruins to be a reminder to the witches and all of their supporters: do not corrupt this world any longer.
A lone villager surveyed the ruins. He seemed in shock, unable to comprehend how his religion had come crumbling down.
Perhaps I was a little too zealous for justice. Maybe these people weren’t ready to unplug from the witch’s coven.