This is an Epic-Mini-Fantasy-Parody by Timothy W. Long featuring foul mouthed Dwarves, bawdy Elves, Orc fodder, and a litany of fantasy tropes which are soundly beaten into submission. There truly are NO heroes in this story.
A prophecy came to be regarded above others and was locked away. It spoke of the ultimate Dark Lord, he , who would destroy the land of Eldgor and cast the world into 20,000 years of darkness, or maybe it was 2,000 days. No one was all that great with the elder tongue anymore; it had gone out of style along with floppy hats and five-wheeled wagons.
And so it came to pass that a band of heroes was assembled and sent upon a perilous quest. They would seek out and part a Dark Lord's head from his shoulders, thereby saving the land, earning a mighty reward, and enjoying a few weeks of rest at the Lotus House along the beach of Fisticuss.
This is an Epic-Mini-Fantasy-Parody by Timothy W. Long featuring foul mouthed Dwarves, bawdy Elves, Orc fodder, and a litany of fantasy tropes which are soundly beaten into submission. There truly are NO heroes in this story.
A prophecy came to be regarded above others and was locked away. It spoke of the ultimate Dark Lord, he , who would destroy the land of Eldgor and cast the world into 20,000 years of darkness, or maybe it was 2,000 days. No one was all that great with the elder tongue anymore; it had gone out of style along with floppy hats and five-wheeled wagons.
And so it came to pass that a band of heroes was assembled and sent upon a perilous quest. They would seek out and part a Dark Lord's head from his shoulders, thereby saving the land, earning a mighty reward, and enjoying a few weeks of rest at the Lotus House along the beach of Fisticuss.