It was a fyne day todaye when I was strolling through thee woode. As I wente past a vaste shrub 2 score of beaste jumped out upone me.

Haha! I thought, For knowest not these beastes that I had Learned a spelle of masse power from a Master Prieste.

Withe great zeal I caste Holy Nova, a spelle so powerfulle it promised to bothe heal myneself and destroy myne enemy.

Tenne of my lords secondes later I laye upon the grounde as exhaustede as a whore in thee fabled city of Amster-Damned at three in thyne morninge. My strengthe had beene drained ande my mana lay wasted as the beasts around me stood unharmed.

Oh woe I shouted, Whate Powerfulle Being woulde forsake me withe this shyte. as the beastes jumped upone me.

Thynges woulde notte have fared well for me that nyghte had it not been for a huntere who wase in the vicinitee of myselfe. Wythe a hefte of hys bow he sente a barrage of arrows towards myn enemy. In seconds these beasts were slain.

I am beginninge to think thee priestly wayes are not as powerfulle as I was lead to belyve.