“Erekul? Mordrim?”
The seneschal shook his head. “Banners down. We’re all that’s left. And by nightfall…”
The king waved him to silence. “So we take as many with us as we can. Every dead Lorthan is one less to maraud over our beloved—”
A sudden deluge of something brown and…— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 13, 2018
…foaming crashed down from the sky, burying the foremost Lorthans. Even before they started dissolving, all eyes looked up. As another torrent of wet dragon-dung pillared down. And another.
Great wings beat, as the sun was blotted out by the incontinent leviathans aloft.
…— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 13, 2018
Lorthans screamed and ran, as death rained down and roars rose on high like great horns of the north wildly blowing.
Salvation! The dung-dragons had come at last.#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 13, 2018