Rise of the Demon Lord - Pt 1

One night, an elf appeared to me in a dream.

Ten feet tall.

Its skin was inky black. Protruding, pulsing and warping into bristling fractal geometry.

Its limbs were many. Some thick, some thin. Some jointed, some boneless.

Its wings were four and two. Four smaller, two larger. Dangling glistening obsidian shards that produced a soft crystalline chime.

With one pair covered feet. With one pair covered hands. The last, stretched wide and terrible, I could not determine the breadth.

Atop a long and slender neck, abode three white faces. Carved from marble. Inscrutable. Different in features, but alike in countenance.

Their eyes - I do not know, for I could not look upon them. My gaze, when raised to meet my uninvited visitor’s, was pressed by force unseen to me until it reached my feet.

The mouths open. Four voices resound. Three alien to me. One as clear as day.

I woke to memories not my own. I said farewell to lovers and kin. I travelled north and west.

- omegastick