Honorable Grandmaster of the Enclave of Thirty Cliffs, Magister of the Elite Royal School, the perpetual delegate of Earth in the Union of the Eight – all these titles Archisoilus, Master of the Ground had achieved on perfectly solid… grounds.
He is universally acclaimed as one of the greatest earth-mages in history: during his long career he had devised a way to withstand furious earthquakes by employing the technique of “floating granite”, single-handedly created a 30-league-long bridge across the Galreean Gulf while the entire city watched him in awe, and had also invented (and made widespread) the practice to magically fertilize barren lands.
Last year, having felt that, as his life drew to a close, powers were leaving him by the day, the Mage finally decided to retire, left his own enormous tower at the crossing of the Five Kingdoms to his successor, and settled in seclusion somewhere in the Mohrland Mires.
There he used the remnants of a ruined fishermen’s village together with some huge prehistoric boulders, their gray tops just rising above the surface of the swamp, to assemble a crude leaning tower, where he could, no longer confined by rank or status, pursue his all-time dream – gardening!
Little did Archisoilus knew that, until the recent “Ban on Magically Modified Plants and Fertilizers” (which, sadly, had caused some famine in the northern provinces, but had also significantly reduced the number of accidents with a talking pumpkin), the enchanted water from the vast fields of Transpretania was being washed by numerous streams and rivers down into the Mires for decades. This couldn’t have no impact on the local flora and, of course, fauna.
So, one day, or, rather, night, Master of the Ground was rudely awakened by a loud munching down below. He immediately hurried onto the balcony, only to face, shall we say, the consequences of his own former agricultural innovations.