An elvish sorceress from the eldritch future world sometimes called the "Planet of the Elves" blasts a couple of pesky ultraterrestrials. These creatures are said to flit across the ether on their shifting-patterned wings, but more commonly arrive in craft of some sort.
Elsewhere, in a dwarven tavern, an adventurer regales the other patrons with a tale. The trophy under his foot is the head of one of the Metal Men who are sometimes encountered in the ruins. Some are friendly; some are not.
Both pieces are by the very talented Steve LeCouilliard.
Everybody have a good Memorial Day weekend. I'm starting mine early!