Dammit, I was about to ask you.
The entire first paragraph is the wizard Frigglish stroking his beard, then several examples of times at which wizards stroke their beards.
>>>This proves wizards stroke their beard way too much i dunno.
I managed to skip over the mass-grave of the next paragraph and the human bones the first time,
But I struggled through this time.
The mass grave greatly dismay's a small nation, it looks like death-pie.
At this point, I would assume zazzerpan is still stroking his beard.
Frigglish then talks to himself, inquiring if he (himself) is certain.
About something.
{yadda yadda yadda with each tick of your clock I am more certain.}
{zazzerpan doesn't like frigglish's clock}
{the massacre happened at Syrs Gnelph, someone described it wrong}
executetus asks if it was "our disciples" involved.
Smarny is hungry.
Zazzerpan was then silent and grandoise. He listened to no man for the next minute or so.
"The twelve hand-picked peachy disciples couldn't have done it!" zazzerpan thought.
Zazzerpan wants to kill the guy who suggested that.
Now he needs to hunt them down, but can they do it?
a bunch of old-ass wizards?
"We're going to need more wands."<a placeholder for more grandoise prose.