There is the Alpha and the Omega, the definitive conception and conclusion of our runiverse. The two components that rule, and those that live, defined by their boundaries... and there there is Woomba, a Magus of the Inferno deadset on channelling the omegic energies to fuel their mycological endeavours whose secrets are hereto revealed.

Who am I to disclose the arcane truths of Woomba? Why, I'm the trusted familiar. A hum of reason in the ear. I offer the sweet nectar of sound mind to a wizard deep in the weirding ways beyond that of nature.

Turn the page and uncover the sweetness of Woomba and my Alpha, and hear the sordid tale of our ultimate Omega.

As a treeswift, I have but simple needs. The sweet dew from the flowers growing in a grove close to home kept my wings and spirits aloft. No predator posed a threat to my nest, as none could compete with my aerial agility, and so I lazed and lounged and danced in a way only the carefree few could. But still, I longed for more. How human of me. To have everything I need and yet yearn for that beyond my basic necessities. I suppose that is why I wandered further than I normally do and why I was especially curious by the purple-haired, green-faced, simpleton bumbling around the woods, enshrouded in a peaking hat and dark robes. It would have been sinister indeed had it not been broad daylight and the humming the wizard made as they went.

I'd perform for you, but you could not properly perceive my intonation in your human ears. A shame, really. I'm quite good at singing.

I alit the branch from where I was observing to sweep lowly and flit about the pointed hat, trying to glean at the doings in the hummus that gathered on the forest floor.

With a heave, the wizard stood upright, staring blankly into my eyes. A hulking mushroom fresh from the earth was affixed to their gloves. The fly agaric was nearly the size of their head, far bigger than my diminutive stature. In a terrifyingly good-natured gesture, the wizard swung the fungi forward and offered it to me as a gift.

"Mujroom."

Simple. But kind. A gem if ever. A wizard who has not been entranced by the swart temptations of magic.

I saw then the rune that hovered darkly in the wizard’s shadow. The menacing glow almost an absence of light. I feared I had been tricked, and that my curiosity may prove fatal.

“Mujroom?”

And at once the panic evaporated. The rune, known by all as the antithesis of life, looked nothing more than a horseshoe without a mare. And this wizard was nothing more than just that, a wizard. One without a familiar to keep them company. A sweet simple soul who needed direction. Guidance I could offer, to ensure the dark forces never got their talons into the purity of their mind.

I rested on the mushroom, careful not to ingest the hallucinogenic substance.

I puffed my crest and sang to the wizard. In the melody I offered myself as their companion, as their familiar.

It was like i professed my wall to a tree by the blank look that was returned to me by way of wizard.

And in a moment I thought was lost, I received my answer.

“I, Magus Woomba of the Inferno take thee as a companion and familiar.”

An aura of crackling energy erupted and imbued us with an empathic connection and we were as one. Sparks flew in symphonic rhythm, twinkling and glittering as they shimmered in our periphery.

The fireworks eventually faded with the lingering scent of a hard rain.

A silence settled with it…

“Mujroom?”

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