High Lord Prothal's Retirement.

[aTOMiC]

Lord Prothal sat upon the sand, leaning quietly against the trunk of an old arched palm tree. The sun had begun to rise and the early morning breeze fluttered across the surface of the endless beach like an exhalation of splendor. The former high lord leaned back with his hands resting behind his head and serene smile upon his ancient lips. Prothal hummed a pleasant tune under his breath as the water softly lapped at his bare feet. The morning ritual of contemplative calm that Prothal had allowed himself was suddenly broken by the piercing sound of female laughter. The former Lord turned and spied two young women striding up the beach toward him with the white splendor of the South Beach skyline looming in the dawn behind them. Prothal quietly sighed and slowly rolled his eyes as the women approached him. Their blonde hair and tanned skin were eerily cast in the pale orange aura of the new sun.

”Prothal! Morning sugar. I hope you made it home okay last night.” Angie was taller than her companion and seemed to actively glisten as her newly applied sun tan lotion reflected sparkles off the exposed skin around her dark blue bikini.

“Good morning ladies.” Prothal drawled with a hint of irritation bubbling beneath the surface of his voice. “I thank you for your concern Angie but my comings and goings are no longer your concern. We agreed to see other people and I am not obligated to you beyond the friendship we continue to share.”

As Prothal fell silent, Angie defiantly came to a halt at his feet. Her hands on her hips in a feigned display of indignation.

“You went home with that Barbara I saw you with didn’t you? She’s a cow. You can do much better honey.”

Prothal had heard enough. He had been hurt many times by ur-viles, cavewights and kresh but his break up with Angie had been the cruelest cut of all. Grasping the staff that lay at his side, he suddenly sprang to his feet. The end of the wood flashed with flaming blue power as he shouted into the heavens.

“Melekurion Abatha Duroc Minas Mill Khabaal!”

[[Syl]]

This reminds me of something, but I can't place it. Interesting.

[dANdeLION]

Damn it to hell, Clear; is nothing sacred? You continue to blow your feculent breath upon everything that is pure and true. Do you still deny that you rave? Be assured; you shall be punished. I just ate your Ravioli. So there!

[aTOMiC]

Damn it to hell, Clear; is nothing sacred? You continue to blow your feculent breath upon everything that is pure and true. Do you still deny that you rave? Be assured; you shall be punished. I just ate your Ravioli. So there!

I do. And all I can say is, thats what its there for dAN. Thats what its there for.

btw. Thanks for reading Syl and dAN.

[danlo]

South Beach def sounds nicer than the stinkin' Northron Climbs. A little SoCal action, fer sure! This cat Prothall knows how to style!

[aTOMiC]

South Beach def sounds nicer than the stinkin' Northron Climbs. A little SoCal action, fer sure! This cat Prothall knows how to style!

I alway liked Prothal. I thought he deserved a sweet end. No pun intended.