Hello God here

"You have stopped my people, you have not stopped me false prophet."

"Prophet? You ignorant ass I'm all god, prophets are for people who don't do their own dirty work!" Yes I tried to justify being upset I was called a prophet and not a god, what can I say the Lorentino ego is a funny thing.

"SILENCE!" The wave of magic that emanated from him was strong, it hit both me and Nidget and sent us backward. I couldn't exactly put a finger on what kind of magic it was (it had an earthy tone with some nice berry flavors, bitter but in a good way). "You have been a false god for far too long Lorentino, the power you wield is not your own, it is given to you by the true gods of this world, and I will flay your flesh to prove to these simpletons you are no more than a simple misguided man." Oh I completely forgot to mention this guy was dressed like a tramp, complete with long untended to beard and completely ugly looking dirty robes. He looked like me after I spent all weekend drinking (and then like sleeping in sewage, he looked and smelled terrible).

His magic was strong but not especially focused. It was the difference between raw magical strength, and acute finesse (my expertise of course is in doing small things with great... hahahaha no I can't finish that thought). Unfortunately for him I'm a master of taking someone elses strength and using that against them (and not just like through freaky necromancy, though that is my usual go to for that). Raw magical ability used improperly is dangerous, not just because of corruption, but because of the trail it leaves back to you (thank the gods when I go full nuts I annihilate anyone who could potentially turn it on me), a little bit of a grip and you can turn that around on its user, sometimes with a lot more force behind it.

"I like you're spunk kid, but unfortunately I've been doing this a lot more than you have." I twisted the magic backwards, like a band held too long and then snapped it returned violently. When he hit me and Nidget it knocked us down, when I hit him he exploded (see that's finesse!)

"Great Trezlan you blew a man up and burned the rest of them to death, it smells so awful in here." It did smell awful, like burnt people mixed with smashed people (I admit this wasn't my best explination for smells).

"Lets just get out of here and never speak of this again."

"Agreed." And so we never did, until now, and when people asked where we'd been. I'll admit our promise here was pretty shit.