“The great spell has been cast,” the wizard intoned grandly, turning away from the riven bodies of the sacrificed royal family. “Azalorn now stands not undefended.”
“So where’s this might conjured guardian?” the thief asked. “I see nothing diff…oh.”
…— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 15, 2018
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“Oh, indeed,” the wizard growled.
The great castle was now missing its tallest end tower, and the sky had gained one stone-hued, baleful dragon of titanic size.
As they watched, it swooped down on the invading army, and the dying screams began.#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 15, 2018
The herald staggered up to the throne—and collapsed headlong onto the gleaming marble.
“Well?”
The herald struggled to speak. “Sire, he answered not the sacred summons. We are doomed.”
The king rolled his eyes. “Again? That’s six times this fortnight.”#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 16, 2018