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.

1 comment:

  1. Love the cigarillo reference. I actually just watched 'For a few dollars more' last night. Great flick.

    Damn your protective sigils Elf!