- It's about Kragnor, sir. The Bearer of Light, he... He defeated him. He's dead, sir.
The minion cowered, ready to feel the wrath of his master explode.
- Oh, Kragnor. That's unfortunate. Which one was he again?
- Sir?
- Kragnor. Which one was he?
- The... I mean... Sir, are you joking? Kragnor, the northen barbarian, champion of the Dark Blood army!
- The one with the blue loincloth?
- Yes!
- Right. He will be missed.
He yawned.
- Put what's-his-name in his place as champion, the one with the axe.
- ... Do you mean Sierv, the Evil Blight?
- Does he have a big axe?
- Yes?
- Then yes.
- Sir, pardon my impudence, but... You don't seem quite shaken by this loss.
The dark lord towered over his minion.
- Why should I be? None of you mean anything to me. I will sacrifice every last one of you if it gets me the boy's head. He killed one of my warriors? None the matter. I have more.
His heavy cape flowing in his wake, the evil prince walked out of the room. Close to the door, however, the wet floor caused him to loose his footing, and in an effort to regain balance, he accidently shot the door frame with his little toe.
IronBatSpiderHulk t1_j99rgvr wrote
Reply to [WP] You're a Disney villain, but you're allowed to swear. The hero killed your henchman today. by l1ghtn1ngStr1k3
- S... Sir, your Lordship, sir?
- Mmh?
- I'm afraid I am the bearer of bad news.
- What is it?
- It's about Kragnor, sir. The Bearer of Light, he... He defeated him. He's dead, sir.
The minion cowered, ready to feel the wrath of his master explode.
- Oh, Kragnor. That's unfortunate. Which one was he again?
- Sir?
- Kragnor. Which one was he?
- The... I mean... Sir, are you joking? Kragnor, the northen barbarian, champion of the Dark Blood army!
- The one with the blue loincloth?
- Yes!
- Right. He will be missed.
He yawned.
- Put what's-his-name in his place as champion, the one with the axe.
- ... Do you mean Sierv, the Evil Blight?
- Does he have a big axe?
- Yes?
- Then yes.
- Sir, pardon my impudence, but... You don't seem quite shaken by this loss.
The dark lord towered over his minion.
- Why should I be? None of you mean anything to me. I will sacrifice every last one of you if it gets me the boy's head. He killed one of my warriors? None the matter. I have more.
His heavy cape flowing in his wake, the evil prince walked out of the room. Close to the door, however, the wet floor caused him to loose his footing, and in an effort to regain balance, he accidently shot the door frame with his little toe.
- Ow! FUCK!