The legend of Urlok

The sickly sweet smell of blood filled his nostrils, exciting him; the cries of the wounded and dying filled the air, music to his ears.  Bodies beyond counting lay heaped and strewn about him, a fitting monument to his prowess.

He had laid waste all who had dared challenge him; hacking, cleaving, slicing, piercing, eviscerating…ripping flesh from bones, rending torsos asunder, carving his way into legend.

Yes, his mighty blade had most certainly feasted this day!

Now, standing at the edge of the precipice, Urlok raised his fists in the air, threw back his head and roared in triumph.


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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8 Responses to The legend of Urlok

  1. djmatticus says:

    Great scene! It makes me crave for more though: who did he vanquish and why? what happens next?

  2. Cher Green says:

    Great opening. So much left untold. Would love to read more.

  3. JazzBumpa says:

    Lovely fellow.
    We should share a pint with him.


  4. Very well written images of a battle won.

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