The Dark Elf King walked slowly and unsteadily out of the
swirling smoke and falling ash. The
protective sigils on his Armour still glowed gold but had faded a little as the
danger had abated. He reached inside his tunic and drew out a battered
cigarillo and leaned down to light the tip on a flame still guttering from the
hair of a charred elf. The sound of hot
and cracked masonry collapsing could be heard behind him. He inhaled deeply, let out a big Smokey sigh,
patting idly at some burning cloth stuck to his arm. Behind him the oil stores
in the castle had ignited and were leaking liquid flames across what was left
of the front wall. He patted the charred
elf on the shoulder, thanking him for the light and walked a bit further away
from the flames. "Time to raise
another army" he said to no-one in particular.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
The Dark Elf King walked slowly and unsteadily out of the
swirling smoke and falling ash. The
protective sigils on his Armour still glowed gold but had faded a little as the
danger had abated. He reached inside his tunic and drew out a battered
cigarillo and leaned down to light the tip on a flame still guttering from the
hair of a charred elf. The sound of hot
and cracked masonry collapsing could be heard behind him. He inhaled deeply, let out a big Smokey sigh,
patting idly at some burning cloth stuck to his arm. Behind him the oil stores
in the castle had ignited and were leaking liquid flames across what was left
of the front wall. He patted the charred
elf on the shoulder, thanking him for the light and walked a bit further away
from the flames. "Time to raise
another army" he said to no-one in particular.
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Love the cigarillo reference. I actually just watched 'For a few dollars more' last night. Great flick.
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