“ENOUGH!!!” cried Umbra’s tailor, throwing down his needle and thread as hard as possible. Which, admittedly, isn’t very hard. Needles and cotton spools tend to be rather light. In any case… “Enough!!!” I mend, I darn, I weave, I create magnificent works of art for the people to wear, and what do I find? They wear them to slop out the pigs, or trudge through fields of wheat! ENOUGH!”

Using his now-bent needle, the tailor deftly picked the lock to the mage’s shop that night, and, gathering random ingredients in the dark, he intoned the words he’d found in a discarded book of ninja magic. “Slash my finest creations, will they?” He muttered. “I’ll show them slashes! Muh wa ha ha ha ha!”

Soon, large, lumbering creatures filled the yard outside the mage’s shop, moonlight glinting off their huge claws. The tailor, quite expectedly, was left in tatters. So were his clothes.  A small lantern wobbled, and, as the table it had been resting on finally gave way to the abuse it had received, fell, igniting still more magical ingredients…    A magical vortex exploded into being, whisking the creatures away from the town centre, quite thankfully… but to where?

So, we have a mini-invasion of slashers and fire-creatures. Come along and defend the realm!