Golmandak The Terror stepped off the boat and pointed a gold thread and jewel encrusted sleeve at one of the dockworkers.
"Peasant, this is Rieolp, correct?"
"Yeah?"
Golmandak The Terror laughed evilly.
"It is your day of doom then! You have banned magic on your land, so I know you cannot defend against my power! Now worship me!"
The dock worker was already ignoring him. After a moment, Golmandak The Terror pointed at him again.
"Very well, DIE!"
Golmandak The Terror cast a spell, and found out the ban was in place due to how painful instant death could be.
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