from Metal Hurlant (Spanish language edition) No. 32
As this army of demons learns, attacking a wizard's castle can have its downside....especially if the wizard is an acolyte of the Great Old Ones.....
Some great artwork from Canadian artist John Howe.
(my translation is paraphrased)
The Wizard's Castle (El Castillo del Brujo)
This
is how the legend goes: the sun
rose slowly, like a wineskin
full of blood, fog
on the horizon thickening,
as if to heal the wounds of dawn. The black birds took
flight heavily after the earth rumbled....with a slow, rumbling cadence....
The demon lord: "Alba blood ! A good omen !"
His lieutenant: "Yes, and this day will be
scarlet. Look! Our goal is in that eternal sea of mist....."
The lieutenant: "The castle !"
The demon lord: "There lives the Wizard ! I can sense it.....I can sense his spell..."
His lieutenant: "Magic is an evil weapon !"
The demon lord: "No magic can resist a well-tempered steel weapon !"
"Look ! In the tower !"
"It's him !"
The demon lord: "Shoggoth !"
"You'll pay dearly for your insolence ! Forward !"
"Charge ! I want his head !"
"A hundred gold pieces to whomever brings me his head !"
"What about the fog...! I expect you to get up and move !"
The lieutenant: "No ! It is useless to try !"
The lieutenant: "They'll never get up! Pftaghn! Spells...a cowardly
weapon! But nothing will avail him by the use of his spells!
The demon lord: "Forward !"
(fading out...)
So is the legend, that no
army has crossed the walls of that castle, that no invader has trampled their feet upon the white tiles
of its vaulted halls, since the wizard chose
that place to be like home.
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