Capítulo 7: Time Stop
Note: I love the spell Time Stop. It is always funny destroying your enemy, while he is just standing there… defenceless… not knowing what is about to hit him. Ahhhhh! Good times. Hummm… I wonder who was the Wizard that created such a powerful spell and if he was viewed as a genius or as an idiot? Why? Just read, mate.
The arcane spellcasters were all gather inside the magic university. Some famous Wizard was about to show them his new spell. Oh, goody!
A very old Wizard was standing in the middle of the amphitheatre, while the other arcane spellcasters were all seated in nice comfortable chairs.
“Fellow spellcasters... and bards... I have created a new and powerful spell!” – said the old Wizard.
“Ooooooh!” – mumbled the spellcasters.
“What does it do?” – asked a Sorcerer.
“Good question, sir. It is a level nine spell...” – explained the old Wizard.
“Aaaaaah!”
“… that permits you to stop Time itself!”
“Aaaahhh... What?”
“You know... it freezes Time... Time stops...” – said the old Wizard.
The spellcasters all looked at each other and shrugged. Was the man insane? That spell would never work! You couldn’t stop time. Everyone knew that. If you wanted to stop time that badly, you could always break a clock or two. But stopping Time itself? Nope.
“Really? That’s way cool, man.” – said a Bard.
“I know... I know... Do you want to see it?” – asked the old Wizard.
“Boy, do we! Show us!”
The old Wizard launched the spell Time Stop, stopping Time itself. The spellcasters didn’t move, nor did Time.
“Back to normal!” – yelled the old Wizard.
Time started to move, so did the spellcasters.
“Ta-dahhh!” - said the old Wizard.
The spellcasters looked a bit uncertain with what had happened.
“Ta- what?” – asked a Sorcerer.
“What what?” – asked the old Wizard.
“So... we are still waiting for the spell, sir.” – said the Sorcerer.
“I already did it, my fellow spellcaster.”
“No you didn’t. I didn’t feel it.”
“Duhh! Time stopped! So did you!”
“We didn’t feel it!” – said the spellcasters.
“You have been drinking, haven’t you?” – asked another Wizard.
“ No! Well, yes... but I did stop Time!”
“Right... okay... we believe you.” – said the Wizard.
“You do?” – asked the old Wizard, feeling a bit relieved.
The spellcasters ventured a glance at each other. Poor guy… he had finally lost it.
“Yes... we do. Now... take the dried frog pills... That’s a nice boy.” – said the Wizard.
A very old Wizard was standing in the middle of the amphitheatre, while the other arcane spellcasters were all seated in nice comfortable chairs.
“Fellow spellcasters... and bards... I have created a new and powerful spell!” – said the old Wizard.
“Ooooooh!” – mumbled the spellcasters.
“What does it do?” – asked a Sorcerer.
“Good question, sir. It is a level nine spell...” – explained the old Wizard.
“Aaaaaah!”
“… that permits you to stop Time itself!”
“Aaaahhh... What?”
“You know... it freezes Time... Time stops...” – said the old Wizard.
The spellcasters all looked at each other and shrugged. Was the man insane? That spell would never work! You couldn’t stop time. Everyone knew that. If you wanted to stop time that badly, you could always break a clock or two. But stopping Time itself? Nope.
“Really? That’s way cool, man.” – said a Bard.
“I know... I know... Do you want to see it?” – asked the old Wizard.
“Boy, do we! Show us!”
The old Wizard launched the spell Time Stop, stopping Time itself. The spellcasters didn’t move, nor did Time.
“Back to normal!” – yelled the old Wizard.
Time started to move, so did the spellcasters.
“Ta-dahhh!” - said the old Wizard.
The spellcasters looked a bit uncertain with what had happened.
“Ta- what?” – asked a Sorcerer.
“What what?” – asked the old Wizard.
“So... we are still waiting for the spell, sir.” – said the Sorcerer.
“I already did it, my fellow spellcaster.”
“No you didn’t. I didn’t feel it.”
“Duhh! Time stopped! So did you!”
“We didn’t feel it!” – said the spellcasters.
“You have been drinking, haven’t you?” – asked another Wizard.
“ No! Well, yes... but I did stop Time!”
“Right... okay... we believe you.” – said the Wizard.
“You do?” – asked the old Wizard, feeling a bit relieved.
The spellcasters ventured a glance at each other. Poor guy… he had finally lost it.
“Yes... we do. Now... take the dried frog pills... That’s a nice boy.” – said the Wizard.