Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Last Battle: Panel 03

The farmer of the land, a simple human laborer in his thirties, emerged from the shed with his rake.

Ready to work that day, he began to whistle a tune he'd heard from the tavern of a village an hour's walk from his home.

His jovial song soon came to a stop, however, when he spotted a horrifying sight at the front of the farm!

"Oh no... no..." he cried under his breath.  "Orcs!"

The farmer assumed a wide stance and held his rake at the ready.

"Son!" he shouted with the knowledge that he'd alert the green intruders.  "Where are yeh?!  I need yer help!"

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