Just because I want to get some of that Screw You Elves trope off my chest I'll write this very bad snippet inspired by Andrew Joshua Talon chronological timeline setup.
London, 2004...
The elven horde strode through the streets of London in their glittering mithril armour, cutting down scores of civilians in their wake with their magical katana enshrouded in fire that made them seem made out of light itself or feathering them to death with their magical arrows.
Beside them walked the wizards wielding their magic wands conjured death to anyone who came in their way. Men and women versed in the mysterious power called magic who saw those without the spark of this wondrous gift as but cattle and cockroaches fit for slaughter. Very swiftly many learned to loath and fear these cloaked figures with a revulsion that bordered on the fear of the unholy.
Many other magical creatures and monsters fought beside these like the scores of dragons streaking through the air and setting people and buildings ablaze.
The were the heralds of the dark lord who had decreed that their time had finally come to show these insignificant mortals their place.
They thought they were demigods who could simply overstep the manmade laws of this world without any consequence and take it for their own without any force to challenge them.
They were wrong.
The SAS forces suddenly opened fire from the various ambush points staged across this metropolis as soldiers of the British army arrived on the scene accompanied by AFVs and IFVs, while the sky became filled military airplanes and attack helicopters.
--
"Bloody 'ell!" grunted a British private as he plunged his bayonet into the throat of the wounded but still living young boy draped in a cloak that lay bleeding on the ground and twisted it fiercely in grim satisfaction. "It's like a fantasy version of the War of the Worlds!" He then viciously kicked the head of the freshly made corpse, hearing the neck snap like a rotten twig made out of bone.
"Speak for yourself!" one of the SAS fighting beside him tittered madly. "Some think it's like Reign of Fire up there where the dragons are!" He laughed some more as he mowed down the charging, katana-wielding elves who discovered in their deaths that bringing swords to a gunfight was tantamount to suicide by extensive lead poisoning. "Sure you long-eared freaks are so bloody beautiful and bloody perfect! That makes it even more fun to bloody kill you!"
A few streets away a wounded soldier tried emulating Bellerophon by jamming the barell of his L85A2 down the throat of a chimera that had him pinned down and succeeded in emptying his remaining bullets through its throat and head before dying. And in another street a Challenger 2 was covering the soldiers fighting beside it while reinforcements disembarked from a Warrior.
And yet still the sound of desperate gunfire and thunderous explosions echoed through London along with the screams of the wounded and dying.
--
What can I say - I have issues... :crazy:
Basically the good wizards and the neutral ones stayed out of this fight to avoid getting caught into crossfire or friendly fire.
London, 2004...
The elven horde strode through the streets of London in their glittering mithril armour, cutting down scores of civilians in their wake with their magical katana enshrouded in fire that made them seem made out of light itself or feathering them to death with their magical arrows.
Beside them walked the wizards wielding their magic wands conjured death to anyone who came in their way. Men and women versed in the mysterious power called magic who saw those without the spark of this wondrous gift as but cattle and cockroaches fit for slaughter. Very swiftly many learned to loath and fear these cloaked figures with a revulsion that bordered on the fear of the unholy.
Many other magical creatures and monsters fought beside these like the scores of dragons streaking through the air and setting people and buildings ablaze.
The were the heralds of the dark lord who had decreed that their time had finally come to show these insignificant mortals their place.
They thought they were demigods who could simply overstep the manmade laws of this world without any consequence and take it for their own without any force to challenge them.
They were wrong.
The SAS forces suddenly opened fire from the various ambush points staged across this metropolis as soldiers of the British army arrived on the scene accompanied by AFVs and IFVs, while the sky became filled military airplanes and attack helicopters.
--
"Bloody 'ell!" grunted a British private as he plunged his bayonet into the throat of the wounded but still living young boy draped in a cloak that lay bleeding on the ground and twisted it fiercely in grim satisfaction. "It's like a fantasy version of the War of the Worlds!" He then viciously kicked the head of the freshly made corpse, hearing the neck snap like a rotten twig made out of bone.
"Speak for yourself!" one of the SAS fighting beside him tittered madly. "Some think it's like Reign of Fire up there where the dragons are!" He laughed some more as he mowed down the charging, katana-wielding elves who discovered in their deaths that bringing swords to a gunfight was tantamount to suicide by extensive lead poisoning. "Sure you long-eared freaks are so bloody beautiful and bloody perfect! That makes it even more fun to bloody kill you!"
A few streets away a wounded soldier tried emulating Bellerophon by jamming the barell of his L85A2 down the throat of a chimera that had him pinned down and succeeded in emptying his remaining bullets through its throat and head before dying. And in another street a Challenger 2 was covering the soldiers fighting beside it while reinforcements disembarked from a Warrior.
And yet still the sound of desperate gunfire and thunderous explosions echoed through London along with the screams of the wounded and dying.
--
What can I say - I have issues... :crazy:
Basically the good wizards and the neutral ones stayed out of this fight to avoid getting caught into crossfire or friendly fire.
