EXTERIOR- The beach, deep into the wilds, far west of Triangle Valley. A short way north of the oceanic port where adventurous sailors drop their spoils, to be shipped to Saustis. Presently, the beach is engulfed in a cloud of sand, as a massive explosion has wreaked havoc upon the pce.

  The beach is poputed exclusively by muscur, tall, well-fed, well-sculpted and well-armed men and women, wearing either barely-not-indecent-exposure-type swimsuits or full sets of glistening armor, and nothing between those two things. Save for maybe a small handful wearing robes or something. Many of them are have been blinded or knocked over from the sudden expulsion of force. Those that can still stand are drawing their weapons, standing ready to fight whatever the source of the explosion is.

  PRESENT - THE GIRL (Wearing a grey freshly waterlogged sweater, and her also wet maroon ball cap. No armor. YES shorts, because beach. Her shorts are also wet. From seawater, not anything weird.) THE BOY (Shirtless and very wet, with flip-flops and incredibly short trunks that the girl had ying around, for whatever reason. They're also wet. Because he swam in them.)

  TIME - Well into the afternoon, nearing early evening. The sun is starting to set upon the beach-goers.

  "WHAT........." Do not be confused, the girl did not pause, nor were her words cut off. She instead screamed out a mess of vulgar and otherwise explicit nguage, which we have decided to censor. She screamed these words as she was flung cartoonishly up, backwards, and into the sea.

  "ah." The boy shouted as he, too, flew backwards, joining her.

  "FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLISH BEACH-GOERS!" Rasp'd a voice from within the massive puff of sand. Many adventurers had been blinded or knocked off their feet after the bst, but the ones that were still standing reached for their weapons and looked toward the bst, though its origin was still obscured. The sand was taking an unusually long time to fall, just hanging in the air like fog for some reason.

  Some of the adventurers took a moment to let out a quick line- either something strong and valiant, or some jovial quip, depending on the genre of adventurer they are.

  "SILENCE, YE FOOLS!" The voice was raspy and intense, it boomed across the remains of the beach, silencing the lingering murmurs and quips. "YE BARBARIANS WHO DISRESPECT THESE SACRED SANDS WITH YE OUT-OF-SEASON SAVAGERY AND SACRILIGE!"

  As he spoke, the cloud of sand began to thin, little by little, revealing the silhouette of an impossibly tall humanoid figure with a cone-shaped head, bolts of pure energy and dark power emanating out from its shadowed appendages.

  "YE SHALL, EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU BE PUNISHED FOR THY SINS AGAINST BWYHWAHWHADSHWFDBH-" Do not be confused, that's not a name of something, that's the sound of the enigmatic figure being assaulted by a massive gust of wind coming from a small ground of wind-magic-inclined adventurers, who had been gathering their power and receiving buffs from support-types since the explosion kicked up the cloud of sand.

  "AHA! IT'S WORKING FINE, FELLAS! KEEP IT UP!" Shouted a particurly boisterous and charismatic support-type, their helpful magic still coursing through their allies around them. This was the kind of person who used the term 'fels' as a gender neutral term, by the way.

  ((thank you. very important.))

  "AHK! DAMN YOU, PUNY MORTAL ADVENTURERS!"

  The overwhelming force of the wind magic steadily pushed the cloud of sand away, putting the particles back on the ground, where they belong.

  Swiftly, the silhouette disappeared and the figure within was beginning to come into view, as its hacking cough echoed across the beach.

  For a time, that was the only sound, save for the song of the winds and a distant rapping from the sea beyond. The adventurers stood in silent anticipation as the dust finally blew away...

  ... To reveal a grumpy old man in a long, tan-colored robe and a pointy hat. His skin was sun-kissed and his reasonably impressive facial hair was, for some reason, also a sand-like tan. Perhaps he dyed it, or something. The man only appeared tall and imposing because he was standing on an eight foot tall pedestal. His pointy had was pretty big, too.

  "AHK-" He coughed up a little more as he came into view. "DAMN YOU, FOOLS! I'LL-"

  His words were interrupted by predictable and uproarious ughter from the nearby adventurers (except for the edgy ones), driven to hysterics over the idea of being previously intimidated by a pathetic and silly looking old man.

  "D-DAMN YOU FOOLS!" He repeated himself, in an effort to regain some kind of authority. It did not work, and the people kept ughing. "VENGENCE WILL BE- ugh- VENGANCE, PUNISHMENT FOR YOUR HUBRIS, AND... AND... Ugh..."

  He never got to expin his motives to the adventurers, but you can take soce in the fact that they were ridiculous, anyway. Something about how going to the beach out of season is bad for the soul and the impurities are gonna give something power somehow.

  "UUUUU!" He whined. "DAMN YOU ALL! THE BEACH WIZARDS SHALL HAVE THEIR VENGANCE!"

  He gred down at a random armored figure to his left, and a jagged little beam of magic.

  In a fsh, the man was reduced to a mass of bones in empty armor.

  Silence spread out like a wave from the former guy. Laughter ceased, and eyes went wide.