Tales of The Cozy Wizard Who Absolutely Does NOT Want to Conquer the World

Spell One: Dish-Washer

"Why is it that no matter how much I clean this tower there is always more to do!" Azmo sighed feeling defeated by the war on his peace. The current battle? The pile of dishes in the sink.

"Well, Lord Azmodiel, do you have a spell you could use to take care of it?"

"That's it Shaz!"

Azmo sets about his task of creating a spell he can use to conquer this task. Using his magic to make the plates, cutlery, and cups float about in the air. He manipulates the soapy water to rush and surge around the dishware; polishing them to their clean and refreshed state.

"Wonderous Shaz! This will surely help those in your village."

Azmo teaches his friend the spell, going over each principle. Once Shaz finishes learning the mechanics of the spell he bids the wizard farewell for the day. 

Once the lift door shuts behind Shaz, Amzo quickly flies over to the bundle of curtains in the corner of the grand room at the top of the tower. Pulling back the veil to his hidden paradise, he nestles into his hidden pillow nook. The light rumbling from the kitchen's simmering cauldrons spreads the scent of cinnamon and herbs throughout.

"Now this is living." Letting out a satisfied exhale, he begins his next book as his enchanted tea set pours him a fresh cup and stirs in the perfect amount of sugar and cream.

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As Shazga descends the tower using the floating platform, he interprets the "cryptic" message the great Wizard bestowed upon him. 

"How can this magic help the village?" 

The answer becomes obvious to Shazga.  

"The Wizard wishes me to expand our territories and bring the neighboring human settlement to heel!"

He exits the tower from the fortified wooden door and gives his proclamation to the goblin village surrounding the high tower of The Great Azmodiel.

"Warriors! I, as your village Shaman, bring you the exalted decree of our Great Wizard King Azmodiel! We are to conquer the neighboring village using his newest and most terrible spell he so graciously bestowed upon me!"

The goblins all cheer and growl as they march over to the small neighboring settlement. As the goblins near, the humans grab whatever they can to use as weapons against the approaching hoard.

"Behold, humans, our power!" Shazga raises his necrotic staff high in the air, all the cowering humans with weapons instantly lift into the air. With a wave of his other hand, the waters from the near by stream spring to life. A raging sphere floods around the bodies of those helplessly suspended in the air.

"Feel our goblin wrath! And the power of the Great Azmodiel!" Shazga laughs maniacally as he drowns the human warriors in a bubbling frenzy.

"Our kingdom grows!" 

Shazga sets the remaining humans to task; putting up spiked walls surrounding the perimeter of their growing territory at the base of the tower.

The sound of the little green task masters in the village so far below the imposing tower drift up to the secluded Wizard's window. Sounding like the distant hustle and bustle of a country town. Azmo turns the last page in his book, taking a sip of his warm tea. Letting out a satisfied exhale, "What a quiet and relaxing day."