Vargoth the Destroyer

Sand cooked under the burning sun, as it had done through the ages. A couple of birds had a conversation in the forest and cicadas could be heard singing their anthem somewhere in the distance, but no creature was around to hear the crackling sound that was growing over the sandy dune.

The crackling grew to steady static sound, and then a point of light appeared in the air above the sand, spreading across in a line and then up and down, revealing a dark oval so black it appeared to be sucking the sunlight right into it. Black clawed hands reached through and pulled the hole wider. The sound of static was now replaced with an evil hiss and muffled cackling began to emanate into this world.

A loud rumble bellowed from the depths announcing the arrival of red flames bursting out from the darkness. A muscular, cloven hoofed leg first followed the flames through the dark hole, then a cowled head appeared with eyes of green fire, glancing menacingly around this new world it was invading.

Vargoth stepped fully through the dark portal, a smile spreading across his face as he pondered the ripe new possibilities for plunder in this new realm. He held his staff of power high above his head and bellowed his early victory war cry. He would bring his armies through and yet another world would fall to his might. He slammed his staff down with a thump, singeing the sand where it landed.

The cloak he wore hid most of his fearsome strength, but underneath he wore spiked armor that had withstood a thousand blows, his hairy frame was bursting with sinewy muscles that had cut down thousands of foes. Blades hung around his belt, but his favoured weapon was his staff of power. He had used its force to open the portal into this world but he most loved using it for mass destruction on all who dared stand against him.

He was old enough that he could no longer remember his early years, but he knew he was a creature that had always savoured the joy he felt each time he unleashed his raw strength and tore his enemies to pieces. He had suffered great wounds through the years, but never once had he suffered defeat. Those who had wounded him only fueled his rage further and magnified the ecstasy he felt when he was finally able to tear them limb from limb.

Now his time had brought him to this new world. First he would conquer whatever people he found in this sandy dessert, then expand his conquest until he had full dominion.

The thought brought howling laughter. Raising his head to the sky, his smile vanished as he saw the giant white orb hurtling towards his confused face. His dark portal had shut, he had nowhere to run.

The golf ball landed in the sand trap with a dull thud, ending tiny Vargoth the destroyer’s dream of dominion.