#Elric Of Melnibone

[curtvilescomic]

Elric against the forces of Chaos by Frank Brunner

[ross-hollander]

A comparison...

Average Elric story: "Corpse-pale and heavy with grief did Elric stare out into the lazy mists. All the world, he felt, was as insubstantial as these vapors, but as apathetic; they would part with the wave of a hand, but as quickly would they return to their place, not sensible to the blow except for an instant. His strength was sapped, by blood-curse or the rigors of his journeys in this fog-laden, clammy, hateful world, he did not know, nor made little differentiation between. Almost better, he mused, to wither away and have done with this destiny that dragged him shackled towards ends he did not dare guess at, than remain alive but in its tedious thrall.

"With the black sword his only company, he arose and walked out through the mist-cloaked wastelands. No living thing stirred here, save abominable brutes, mishaps of a god playing at creation, or perhaps decrepit and twisted servants of some cult too long outcast to keep human shape. Four times did the growling brutes accost him and as many were their hearts' blood drunk by Elric's blade, though scarcely his hand, for his heart was impassive and perhaps even pitiful of the wretched creatures as they gurgled and slumped down to the accursed earth to die. His goal lay further on..."

Average Conan story: "It was a frightful, majestic figure that rode out the gates of Polisium that morning, the sun's first rays shining on his sinewy brown back, with nothing to his name but scarlet riding breeches and the naked sword in his hand, black square-cut mane billowing behind him. Conan had come here a slave in the hand of the dreadful Jekanites, and toiled a miserable season before joining what he took for a regular brawl, but was in fact a tourney for the queen's hand, and the last evening had seen him escorting the beauteous woman up to the palace's bedchamber to satiate her appetites for wild tales of far lands, and hardy Cimmerian vigor.

"Tragically, as he arose in the purple-gray dawn and descended to the palace kitchens for a morning repast, an oafish cook had wailed "'ware, burglar!", and in a trice the guards had been upon him. With a roasting spit and heavy shank of meat he had knocked half of them senseless, before a cavalryman made to run him through as he fought into the courtyard. Like a wolf which was also a tiger he had wrenched lance and rider together from the saddle and mounted the horse himself, and thereon turned only to spit at the pursuing guardsmen before riding hard for the gates, bowling over brigands and scattering smugglers creeping home after a night's thievery. Now, he set his eyes far down the royal highway..."

[sothasil]

Doting patron

(don't forget to give your favorite mortal mandolls a little kissy in times of stress!)

[wretchedgnome]

What are you reading? Elric of melniBONE?🤔🤨 By Michael More Cock?? 🤔🤨 Hmm, and what does he look like?? 🤨🤨🤨

Hmmm... 🤨 Ok...

[neon-ufo]

the OG cursed little meow meow of dark fantasy that time forgot

[funstealer]

Yoshitaka Amano's Elric of Melnibone Sculpted by Takayuki Takeya

[ploppymeep]

dooble..

[milonogiannis]

Anya Taylor-Joy as Elric of Melniboné

[bugbart]

you rang?

[aeternal-nightmare]

I don't have a type

[leona-florianova]

Miserable sickly freak having an argument with his fucked up evil sword

[retroscifiart]

Art by Frank Brunner from his Elric Portfolio (1979)

[davey-dammit]

A box of some of my vintage sci-fi and fantasy collection

[saprophilous]

Young Elric illustration done for a new Michael Moorcock short story in New Edge Sword & Sorcery issue #1

[avpol]

Dreaming City

[barbarianhorde]

Piotr Jablonski