Have a little fantasy-inspired scene that has absolutely nothing to do with any of the things I said I would write about in this post here.
The Lich King cast its gaze down upon the lone wendigo. Surrounded on all sides by the undead generals, it tried to show no fear.
“You summoned me, my lord Grimalkin” it said as the thunderous whispers of the undead king filled the cavern.
“My legions grow weak in waiting for the time of triumph” spoke the Lich King.
“Food is becoming scarce my lord” bowed the Wendigo. “If we are to take the forces of the west, we must be granted more resources”.
Silence emanated from the throne as Grimalkin considered the options.
“Gather together the youngest of the hoard, they shall become the meat for the rest.” He drawled, almost sounding bored with this matter.
“But my lord, some of our finest warriors are newly born, are you sure this a wise course of action” pleaded the Wendigo. The king’s eyes flared.
“If there are those among you that you perceive weak, you will have them train harder and feed on the flesh of the young.” He said, venom dripping from each word.
“But my lord, surely at this time we need as many fighting wendigos as possible?”
“When we take the Dwarven mines of Antroner, we will have the resources to sustain a larger army. We may even resurrect those we sacrifice now.” The Lich king chided.
“But would they return from the hereafter knowing that we once slaughtered them for meat?” said the Wendigo, confusion clouding his face.
“Of course they will return, for the glory of battle and their loyalty to their King. Now go and do not disappoint me.” said Grimalkin, waving the wendigo away.
The Lich king turned away, his gaze resting once again on his battle plans. The wendigo limped back to its comrades. The order was given. One third of the legion was slaughtered, ground, pulped and fed to the survivors. None escaped the cull. None returned from the hereafter.
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.