#defeat!

[panelswithoutpeople]

Defeat! from Alarming Tales No. 5

by Paul Reinman

[thalsianiii]

The Heroes of Eight.

It was supposed to be a simple summit of nobles. A meeting for Percival’s newest associate to spread his propaganda and influence. The old summoner knew there might be resistance, but at no point did he believe there would be a fully equipped brigade of barbarians to interrupt the machinations. Some banter passed between Vorain and some Void Elf nobody. Talk of offerings and trinkets of people who mean’t nothing to Percival. It was always so pitiful, watching the forces of ‘good’ try to act the diplomat in the face of certain destruction. Did they not understand? That their desires for peace and camaraderie were the very foundations of which corruption had taken hold and needed be dismantled? Of course not. They were all blinded by the truth of the universe.

Thus, it came to blows. While Vorain and his minions took on one group of aggressors, assassins from the shadows thought it wise to engage the summoner, wholly unprovoked no less! One more nail in the coffin of the forces of “good”. To attack a man who had shown no sign of being a threat save for a change of attire and standing adjacent to the one who made the first move. Vermin.

But he was a master. One hand wove an impenetrable barrier around his person while the other conjured forth a pack of demonic hounds to do away with these would be murderers. Perhaps he underestimated their ferocity, however. They struggled, but prevailed against the beasts he brought forth. The corpses of unholy canines now littered the field while Vorain’s shadows attempted to push back the vanguard.

But Percival, he held the title of master for a reason. From above came the roar of a Wrathlord; a great claymore in his grasp. It too engaged with the assassins of eight. It was pitiful, how they engaged him at first. The demon laughed in their faces to demoralize their efforts. But lo, the heroes found their resolve as they clashed with the demon. Arrows and bullets shot true into the demons flesh. Daggers and Axes cleaves and stabbed through armour and muscle. The fangs of a druid, in the form of a great bear, eventually found purchase on the Wrathlords throat and he too me his end.

Retreat.

That was the only option Percival saw as the tables turned against him, as he witnessed the Vanguard whittle away at Vorains defense as well. It was a losing battle. He knew when it was best to sneak back into the shadows. To live and subjugate another day.

Those assassins of eight... those would be murderers... they’d not see the last of Percival.

@easternkingdomer @nyura-shadowstep @wow-roleplayer and @everyone else there that idk their tumblrs.

[pterribledinosaurdrawings]

we have some (was several large bags) potatoes that are BADLY BEHAVED potatoes (because of the weather this fall perhaps porbably) and they explode into moosh when boiled, while still being raw inside.

so we must eat them only by way of roasting them in a french fry sort of way, and so finally they are almost defeated.