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Battle for Tom
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Battle for TomShe was riding through the forest. Her horses hooves rustling over leaves, and braking twigs as it moved. She moved her left hand down to the hilt of her sword, before placing it back on the reins of the horse. The sword was still there. Not that she needed to feel it in her hand to know. She knew from the comfortable weight on her hip. Southerners looked down on people like her. But up here, in the north, she could do what she had been born too. Up here, she was told, that either she did what she was born too, or she could get back where she came from. He was supposed to be just a few hundred paces further up, but sheBattle for Tom
by ~UNOCK
Lost From the WorldThe world has lost, What made it shine There is no longer any light, and I wish That I was neither, for the world has lostLost From the World
You were the light Yours was the light I hope to see the tunnel For at the end I know you will be standing
I will not lay down, and die For I know, that the tunnel Is not for me, yet I will keep going, with only the memory of your light, to keep me strong.
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The LastShe was sitting on her horse, staring at a keep. It was an old style keep, with a tall wall, probably thicker than it looked. The towers placed in even spaces, had no tile roofs like keeps had now a days, but simply a flat platform, where there burned a fire. On the towers there were placed four archers, not gunmen, and spear men, not pike men walked on the wall. There was a rather large village, circling the keep as well. the houses where also old style, with straw roofs, and never taller than 2-3 floors. Most of them were wooden, though there were a couple of stone houses there as well. The stThe Last
by ~UNOCK
Battle of Faith - Part 5There was someone watching them. He probably thought she hadn’t noticed, and that she was fast asleep, the way he didn’t bother to much hiding sounds. Either that, or he was just really bad at sneaking in forests. She changed her position, with a moan, that she made as masculine as possible. Now, she was in a position where it was easy to get up, and get her sword drawn. He wouldn’t get a step into the camp before she was on her feet with her sword. another ten minutes passed by, before he dared to do something. He started to move through the bushes, soundlessly. Almost. Once he wBattle of Faith - Part 5
by ~UNOCK
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Into ChaosInto Chaos Cast: king-a cold hearted and ruthless man that is easily angered strategist-very calm and very serious general-not very sure of his king, not a very ruthless man messenger-very easily scared and very cautious polish messenger-very focused not easily distractedInto Chaos
Curtains open it’s the mid 1400s and there are three men standing center the king in the middle the strategist standing on the kings left and the general standing on the kings right two men standing on both sides of them all looking towards the audience as if surveying the battle below the person closest to the general is
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