Excited by the coming slaughter, they pick out their cruellest arrow-heads, gleefully imagining the pain and the suffering they will inflict. Goblins are maliciously inventive when it comes to tools of war; their arrows are festooned with jagged barbs and wicked hooks: Accuracy willingly traded for the chance to cause a little extra anguish.
Behind their stockades, the archers impatiently await the command to loose, already imagining the sweet taste of Elven blood on their tongues.
Surely, after this battle there will be Elf bodies to despoil, Elf trinkets to loot, and Elf flesh to gorge on!
BillR
2024-12-22 11:00:09 +0000 UTC