Post by alcorad on Jan 4, 2006 17:15:56 GMT -5
Alcorad had traveled back to his home in Ettinsmoor after being gone for almost a month of destroying rebellions and crushing there Leaders'. Now that he was home he intended to take a short break from battles. His company of soldiers had been unbeatable in war. No one had even come close to defeating them, and he needed a break.
As the Incubus walked in he removed his helm and tossed it to the ground and undid the leather straps to his breast plate and listened as it clanked to the ground. Two slaves ran forth and picked up the armor.
He slowly removed the woolen tunic beneath his armor and stretched out his black leather wings. He pumped them a few times to get the blood moving again and went into the large room of his study. He began to study maps and the dark arts his Queen used so well. A slave brought him a goblet of wine and he sipped at it absentmindedly as he looked over at the roaring fire.