Touché or not Touché
"Relax, master the selfie. Nothing is in control." Touché or not touché would only be a musing that a lowly being dwelling in the hot sands of the 20th plane would conjecture. But, when faced with a powerful accursedly, but mostly cowardly necromancer, and possible annihilation, even the lowly may find the price of a smile too costly. What are face paintings when the dark vortex to upper earth’s most dreaded cemetery opens up right before one’s talons? But, then, isn’t this what necromancers are famed for? With a whole demon of orcs, (for it would be treasonous to describe a group of hump-backed, slithering beings like that, by such a lowly description as, “hoard”. Ironic, no?) the new Urgah of Asgaroth, the Orcken Capital, flanked by his newly acquired prowess, a new dark magic trick, Raggathoth is out to offend the desert elves of the Iskat desert, reigniting an age-old feud between both undesirables. But we’re used to these two engaging in shield-size contests, so, it shal...