Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest. He wondered if the stories were true. They said the forest was populated Ghouls and Witches and Beasts with no name. It was so full of of ghosts, ghost-hunters refused to enter.
He walked for a mere five minutes before a huge creature rose up. The Orc’s tusk-like teeth protruded past black lips. Warts covered its hide and human skulls dangled from the monster’s belt. It raised a club the size of a lamp pole.
“I don’t think so,” he warned.
“Why not?” rumbled the Orc.
“Because I am Siguran the Deadly Sorcerer!”
A witch wheezed. “The Siguran who destroys mountains?”
A treeant raised its limbs. “The Siguran who commands the skies?”
“The very same!” Siguran glared at the forest’s evil denizens. “I understand you beasts have been attacking joggers, eating local cattle, and terrifying the countryside just to celebrate Halloween.”
They all drooped under his fierce gaze. The orc stared at the ground. “It’s what we do.”
Siguran snarled, “Well that’s enough of that! You guys simply aren’t trying hard enough. If you really want to scare people, here’s what we’re gonna do…”
Written for Barbara Beacham’s Mondays Finish the Story. Look here to see what stories other folks wrote for the week: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/10/19/mondays-finish-the-story-oct-19th-2015/