This is how it happened.
The sun broke over the sieging army’s innumerable ranks. Fenn and Nobel stood atop the battlement of Spurhorn and looked down upon the host below.
“We can do this”, signed Nobel.
“I can do this”, replied Fenn. “You can watch me.”
“Speak not to the Twilight Prince in such a fashion”, spoke Seph’endrell into Fenn’s mind. “A novice mage such as yourself pales in comparison to his shadowy majesty.”
Fenn began the incantation for a force missile but thought better of it. “You’re doing it wrong”, said Seph draped lazily on the edge of the wall. In response Fenn raised his hands to quickly finish the incantation but was stopped by Nobel’s hand on his wrist.
“Save it”, said Nobel. “It’s time.”
The legion below had begun marching to the wall of Spurhorn. “We can finish this before everyone else wakes up”, said Fenn with a sideways glance at Nobel.
“Are you sure?”, questioned Nobel.
A broad grin spread across Fenn’s devilish face. “Have I ever not been sure?” The plan they discussed was ambitious but sound.
Fenn magically increased Nobel’s strength and size so that he could hold him aloft. Nobel took flight with Fenn on his back. Fenn cast them in darkness such that the enemy saw a orb of darkness launch from the rampart. As the dark globe neared the front lines of the enemy, waves of fire began to spew from it. Wave after wave of enemy soldiers ignited in flame along with the enemy camp. Those soldiers not engulfed in flames found themselves confused, their minds overwhelmed with the darkness with the flying black sphere. The enemy camp erupted in chaos as its strongest fighters turned on their own company. The opposing mages found their wands and staves ripped from their hands and pulled into the orb as if by invisible hands. With each item merged with the sphere of darkness, new magical energies erupted from it. The enemy army was decimated by their own magic weapons turned against them. It looked to be a rout when Baba Yaga herself showed up to rally the enemy.
Fenn and Nobel flew back to the battlement of Spurhorn to make their stand against the Crone. They waited until Baba Yaga and her forces were at the base of the wall. In a surprise maneuver, Fenn conjured a wall of flame behind the enemy force that pinned them in a narrow alley between the wall of fire and the stone wall of Spurhorn. Nobel took the controls of a siege engine he had magically enhanced and used it to spew liquid fire upon the trapped minions below. Meanwhile, Fenn realized he had Ultimate Power within him already this entire time. He dove from the battlement towards Baba Yaga below. He fell in slow motion, a perfect example of bravery and poise despite the maelstrom all around him. He said something witty as he ripped a horn from a nearby unicorn midfall and buried it in Baba Yaga’s eye. As she died, she looked up at Fenn in awe from her one remaining eye and whispered “You are the greatest wizard of all time and Seph’endrell is a goblin turd.”
All this would happen while Taryn licked herself and Selene polished herself.
Nobel was exasperated. “You are such an idiot sometimes. Your plan involves somehow finding a unicorn midair and killing Baba Yaga? I’m going to join Selene and Taryn in reality.”
Fenn turned to look out over the gathered enemy. “Too bad. That definitely would have worked. Maybe.”