This is another story of my buddy, Buddy. Buddy used to be a cop I saw him beat up a troll and a vampire once. I got Buddy to join the legion and he became one of the enforcers. Last week Buddy and I had a very strange evening.

Well Buddy and I were checking on a division of elves we had that used to work for the legion. The entire division had just vanished and we needed to find out what had happened.
Now people often forget that the guild headquarters are based in a burnt out cathedral in the english country side with a permanent encampment called Legiontown a couple miles away.
These elves we were going to check on were stationed all the way over in the black forest of Germany. Now buddy doesn't fly few people can. Zel can fly I think and Ratholin and Ratholina can fly and dragons fly and well I fly but yeah most humans can't fly without an airplane. So I had to put on my nice clothes and Buddy and I got on a plane out of heathrow airport we went first class. There was sparkling cider and little crackers with fish eggs.
We landed at the black forest airport in Hugsweier and then got in a mercedes Suv and travelled far across the highway and turned down a dirt road which lead us deep into the forest. When we got to the elf camp it'd been torn to bits. Skin blood and bones were strewn about it was like someone had thrown the elves into a blender with the lid off.
We put down a grid and made note of every drop of blood scrap of flesh or bone every broken arrow or bent burnt sword. The air smelled sulfurous. Buddy found a set of footprints that didn't match those of an elf. They were about 14 inches long with deep marks where claws bit into the ground. We followed the trail and it lead through the woods until I caught the distinctive smell of elf and smoke again.
We snuck into a viewing position. These new elves were dressed in dark greys dark purples and black their skins covered in tattoos of summoning symbols and demonic glyphs their breath smelled like rotten meat and their teeth were filed down to points. They numbered perhaps 20. One big elf who was obviously their leader sat near a fire on a chair made of wood and some sort of leather. summoning glyphs were carved into the rocks around the deep footprints dissappeared at the edge of the fire.
We watched those elves eat and laugh and wrestle. The big elf just sat looking at the fire other elves would bring him food or water. Buddy and I didn't know what he was doing but I could see that he seemed to be putting power into the fire. We watched quietly till sunset.
As the sun came down the elves started getting more wild running around the fire. Their voices cried out "Summanus, Summanus, Summanus" They ran and jumped attacking each other like over excited beasts their voices getting louder hands beat bloody against trees "Summanus, Summanus" The fire turned black. Now this was a scary thing because Summanus is one of the old ones. I was pretty sure that he died around the same time the dinosaurs did. I miss the dinosaurs. The black fire licked around the big elf who'd stayed still looking at the fire all day. He said once quietly "Summanus ikthor coldarus blsht"
The black fire poured into the big elf His body altered. His hair vanised and his body turned chitinous. His eyes doubled in size and turned the deep black of space itself with two tiny pinpoints like a dying star in the void of space. His mouth closed up his nose became slits beneath those giant eyes. His arms seperated into scores of whiplike tentacles covered in thornlike claws. He grew from his imposing 7 feet tall to 12 feet tall.
This relaxed me a little because yeah this guy looked like Summanus but in miniature. The real Summanus that I'd seen was well over 50 feet tall. maybe 100 feet but yeah this guy didn't come up to the knees of the real Summanus. The Summanus elf ran out into the woods with madness and blood lust all but 2 of the other elves ran behind it keeping a distance from this monster as it's tentacles snapped at them when they got too close.
The other two stayed behind to watch the camp. I nodded to Buddy who screwed a silencer onto .22 calibre automatic pistol. it made less sound than a cricket as it sent 3 mercury rounds through the eye of one elf. I threw myself at the other elf getting rid of all the air within it's lungs no sound escaped as it stumbled then fell unconcious. We grabbed him and some of the strange mohagany and chrome arrows these elves used, and ran all the way back to the car as quiet as cool breeze out of the forest so that our diplomat could glean information from him. If that didn't work Ratholin would merely peel him like an orange.