Leopold Oakmill was in a great mood having dug out his grandfathers old shield and carried it proudly along with his spear.
Adi, his servant, was less excited. Probably due to his obligations to his master.
However, even as they strode forth to the mustering at the Red Hen Inn the unholy powers had already infested the lands. Thus the sharp-eyed could spot the signs of evil in both beasts and plants. Strange fungus growths with vile scents sprounting from the ground and mutations among the creatures of the soil were obvious marks of discord in the natural order of things.
* * *
A bit of fiction to go with my entry for a Danish painting competition.
I posted a teaser a few weeks back.
The actual model will be revealed one of the next few days...