Thursday, September 08, 2011
Pandemonium #8285, "The Gray Slaying"
Percival The Dark Guardian, laying siege to The Laundry of Lotharae.
On the battlefield, black is white and white is black. Bravery, being nothing but the fear of fear itself, is cast away like a broken bat. The cries of the fallen wounded fade.
The enemy laundry has been slain and its lingering remnants enslaved. Having heard that all goes well at the Clawrovian Gates, beyond which lay the estates, forests, rivers, and lakes of the land of Percival's ancestors, the warrior rests weary but alert.
Like the corpses of the field the sky has gone gray. The wind is still yet no voices carry, only the distant pucking of goose-farts.
Posted by shrimplate at 11:14 AM