Christmas is coming
“Do you see this, Montressor? Elf-steel. Heavier than mythril, but just as durable. It never needs to be sharpened, never breaks… and to the wicked, a proper cut will burn one’s withered heart into a cinder. The mail is blessed by my great-great-great-great grandfather, Saint Nicholas himself. The berries and holly - old shamanic magic. A charm for the dark nights ahead. Not the Last Charm of Odin, granted, but a fair enough substitute.” I stared and took a shuddering breath.
“And here I thought you were just some… Jolly old toy-obsessed coot.”
“Jolly? Ho. No, my friend. Not this year. Too much naughtiness in the world. But…” I saw something twinkle in his eye, like a bright and fine shard of ice. “…my house has seen worse. We shall overcome. And when the Age of Winter fades… when we drive it out with blade and partisan and fire and the iron of unfettered will… We shall be merry once more.” A moment passed, before he threw me a katzbalger. “I do love my toys, though.”
@petermorwood? you might enjoy
I DO enjoy. Short and to the point. Like some of my toys…
Ho, ho, ho… :-}
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