Ozmar's Domain

Ozmar looked around from the ruined tower of the City of Thalos. Long had it been since he led the pirates. He remembered victories, strategies, and other memories of times since passed. How was it that two members of the Circle and one of Den were able to deal him death? His time spent sleeping must have weakened him. That’s the only explanation that he could come up with. He looked at one of the stone golems to his left as rage flared in his eyes. He merely thought of a fireball and the golem exploded into fragments. His minds edge must have lost its edge during his time in his own mind. He spent the rest of his times trying to remember long lost magic. He remembered his own sparring matches with Chame, the greatest master of telekinesis the pirates had ever seen. During many of these matches his thoughts proved to be quicker and his will steadier even though he rarely won the matches. With mere thoughts Ozmar could conjure magic that most wizards would need items and even scrolls to successfully cast.

He proceeded to a vantage point that overlooked the Harem in New Thalos. Many of the women the sultan bedded with came to the ship willingly for the pirates in times long forgotten. Here he decided that he would exercise his will as much as he could. He moved his hands in slight ovals and uttered the activation phrase for the spell ‘charm person’ and gained control of Nichole, the sultan’s favorite girl. He had a little fun forging little sparing matches to see where the bounds of his will would take him. He grew bored after the first few matches so he thought he would attempt something else.

He headed back to his clan hall and sought out the effigy of Navarre that was the sparring dummy. He cast his greatest protection spells along with all of the maledictions that he knew he could afflict upon the dummy. He spent hours bending his will and searching the strands of spell substance that covered the dummy unraveling each spell separately and then rewrapping the spell slightly altered so that it would be harder for him the next time he attempted to remove it. Being unhindered by the lack of equipment allowed him to be free in the motions that he used as well to cast the spells as well as evade all of the attacks that came from the effigy.

Ozmar soon retired to his quarters his mind exhausted and his will feeling drained. Immediately as if by a spell his mind was elsewhere running in the green fields of yester-year killing everything with a simple flex of his will. He was stealing the life from once living creatures left and right. Moments later his mind was aimlessly wandering among the accumulated memories of his own being.