• … the Last Sunset Over Carrhae


    Sunset Once a sworn defender of his general now found himself reduced to a mere shadow of his former self. Starving and defeated, he limped the battlefield, a forlorn figure in the fading light of the setting sun. The proud warrior of the past, now moved like a ghost among the remnants of war. A…

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  • How Tables Turn, Brutal Turntables


    Noon, II. It came out of nowhere, as swift as a lightning hit. He could not even feel the contact, not on his head or the floor as he succumbed. A brutal mace blow to the temple left him teetering on the precipice of consciousness. Maybe he was already dead, or about to die. He…

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  • Reckoning in Blood and Suffering


    Late Afternoon, V. Dragging himself across the blood-soaked sands, the housecarl felt the weight of the battlefield, being crushed under it. The moans and cries of the wounded echoed through the desolate desert, each groan a haunting reminder of the brutality that had unfolded. He couldn’t shake the images of fallen comrades, their faces distorted…

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  • The Tides That Never Seemed to Turn


    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…

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  • … What He Does With Power: A Painful Harvest


    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…

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  • Casting a Ruinous Shadow, the Die was Cast


    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…

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  • Time Calls Onward for a March


    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…

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  • The Measure of a Man is…


    Late Afternoon, I. The Sun. It baked him alive as he tried to open his eyes. Not that it made much difference, but his misplaced helmet that made it halfway into his face provided shade for him to be able to see the sky. He was laying on the sand and was beginning to feel…

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