The Scorched Hammer

In the darkened woods hides a wizard of wicked power and might
His humble shack hides the secrets to the mythical hammer of burning light
Many've died in the woods in search of the wizard so frail and grey
But he wields unholy power in the hammer Orchn'le.

The bones of adventurers litter the misty forest in droves
Broken and burned from the wounds inflicted by the hammers blows
No graves were dug for the lonely men who lost their lives
For the fear their own death means no morticians arrive.

Bloodshed
Death's head
Evoking
The hammer burning red.

Through the fog comes a pale man clad in battle worn armour plate
In search of the mage of legend and his hammer Orchn'le
He draws his sword and and advances t'ward the wizards humble shack
Adrenaline rushes through his veins as he begins his first attack.

Bloodshed
Death's head
Evoking
The hammer burning red
The wizard
And the power in his hands
Fire and flames envelope the bodies of the damned.

The pale knight comes from behind and deals a fatal blow
Falling to his knees the grey wizard looks up at his winning foe
A wry smile creeps across his lips as his vision fades away
The victorious knight now wields the power of Orchn'le.