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Late Afternoon, IV. Disaster, there was no other way to describe it. As if all heavens came crashing down right where they all stood. Thoughts that his head was busy with as he searched bodies on top of bodies were also grim, perhaps even more so than the scene around him. It was on the…
Morning, II. Battle drums and bronze bells roared furiously as massive clouds of dust approached Marcus’ army. “This is why I have come here for.” he thought to himself and filled his lungs with the arid smell of bloodshed to come. No matter how old and experienced you get, the virgin excitement of a battle…
Morning, I. Finally, being on throt with his retinue and formation after formation of his legions on the march, Marcus was feeling much better. As if the air itself was flowing easier to his chest. This was a welcomed change, for he already made sure that the order to “seek” a widespread confrontation and to…
After eating his dinner, Tim hurried to his truck and honked his beast as a farewell. As he left, it began to rain. Larsing and I had a cup of tea and talked about the weather and such while we waited for the rain to stop. It took 15 minutes, then I showed him his…
Early Morning, II. Marcus looked over the sandy hill where his tent was established as he moved past his housecarl. Just a few hours ago, a small skirmish with the enemy resulted in a worse-than-ideal situation to his liking, but the intensity of the harassment they were receiving was yet another reason why he knew…