Multiple authors story - write one paragraph each

**Rodion Romanovich** · 03-06-2006, 11:58

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I knew Claudius was aware of the fact that I wasn't a renegade. Claudius had seen my loyalty proven on various earlier occasions, before he had changed sides. I felt panic striking me. I needed to get rid of Claudius in some way, otherwise there would be no chance convincing the tatars. Then I remembered I hadn't shaven in a week, and that my face must still be dirty. Maybe he wouldn't realize who I was, at least not immediately. When I replied I tried to distort my voice.

**Kagemusha** · 03-06-2006, 12:38

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Instead of talking latin to these men.I decided to talk my own Northern dialect.I told them who i was that i fought with the Romans against them, but lied that i had no love for the Romans.
The big creature stared me right in to my eyes with an expression that i couldnt figure out.At the same time he looked intrested but also savage, like he was thinking wheather or not to eat me.After i finished he spoke few words i could not understand:
" This man doesnt speak the language of the Romans, i think he is from the people of the forest. Bring in slave Theodavacar. I think he understands what this man is trying to say to us".

**Rodion Romanovich** · 03-06-2006, 13:45

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This gave me some more time to think through what to say. First I needed them to trust me to be a traitor. In order for that to work I must tell them something that they could verify was true. Something that didn't hurt too many of my own, but at least seemed important enough to show I was ready to let down my own. Not until then would I be able to convince them that Aquincum was the best place to strike next. I didn't have time to think any further before I heard the footsteps. Theodavacar, whoever he might be, was coming.

**Franconicus** · 03-06-2006, 13:58

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Claudius, however, said: "He is not worth the trouble!"
He took a torch and held it in front of my face: "And by the way, he knows Latin as much as I do, aren't you, Herulius?"
A wave of anger went through my veins. Yes, he recognized me. He, the traitor, would make me die too. Maybe I had been a coward, who left his comrades in battle. He, however, was a betrayer, he was the one to blame for their lives.

"You are right, Claudius!"
"So, my friend Herulius, why did you stand all alone in the wilderness? Why did you leave the glorious army?"
"I was dispersed."
"Dispersed? Didn't your general take care of you? Maybe he is dispersed too? Maybe he is even dead?"
"Dead? He is alive! He will return to tear out your lying heart!"
"Then why does he run away. By the way, I do not believe a word you're saying. There are no Roman troops near or far."
"There are! They wait for you! They will defeat you and your Barbarian friends."
The Tartarian chief gave me a slap in the mouth.
Claudius: "Please, Balimir, let him talk. So, you runaway bigmouth, were can we find that glorious Roman army, that will defeat us?"
I wiped the blood from my cheek and caught: "Aquincum, go to Aquincum and they will kill you!"
Balimir turned to his Roman ally: "Claudius, this may cause trouble! Didn't you pormise that they are finished."
Claudius: "Do not worry noble chief! This one is a liar! I know the Roman way and he only wants to mislead us. I tell you, Herulius, we will go to Aquincum and you will accompany us! If we will not meet an Roman army there, you will be the first who is dying!"

**Kagemusha** · 03-07-2006, 20:28

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After i was regogniced. Claudius and Balimir continued talking about their plans, but i didnt here much about those becouse i was swiftly dragged outside by some Tartars after a brief command from their master.
After few meters i stumbled and fell down on the ground. The Tartars picked me up and the older of them who resembled more of a wildboar then man sayd to me on very bad latin: "Dont worry its not your time yet to go to meet your Gods. You are now a slave and will live as long as your master sees fit for you, some of your friends will not be so lucky. Tonight we will give them to our Gods."

**GiantMonkeyMan** · 03-07-2006, 20:32

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A slave! The embarresment of such a label. I was ashamed to say the least. Even more so when the brute cast me to the floor again as he pushed me towards a fur-covered tent, surrounded by several guards. He kicked me inside and I was powerless to resist, too tired from the endless walking and in desperate need of food. I was greeted, inside, by other such faces. Fellow soldiers who had been captured, or sent by the general to give falsified information. Slaves to a rabble of barbarians.

**Franconicus** · 03-10-2006, 11:25

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Odin, please assist me in misery!

The next night was the most terrible in my life. I will never forget. Even now, after a long time, I find sometimes awake by my own cries. From time to time some of these beastlike creatures came into the tent and picked one of my comrades. They luged him outside and soon afterwards I could hear how he was slaughtered. I'd liked to say that my comrades died like men, but actually they did not. They were crying for help, for mercy or for their mother. Some just cried because of pain. Their death was slow and painful. It lasted for hours and many lost their minds before they lost their lifes. One comrade after the other was picked and in the end I was the only one left. I expected to be the next. However, when the death cries of the last one had died nothing happened. I was alone until the next morning.

**Kagemusha** · 03-10-2006, 16:39

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As the cryes of my friends and brothers on arms silenced, i fell on somekind of hybernation. Suddenly strong arms crabbed me and i was pulled on the raw open air the sun shined straight to my eyes as i was dragged through the snow.
When the Tartars finally drop me to the ground i understand i was at the place where my brothers had been butchered.
The open field was coloured red by the now frozen blood.Human remains were scattered all around the field hands, legs heads and innerds of men. Some of the men where impaled and their now frozen faces where still showing the terrible agony before death had given them peace.
The whole enemy force was mounted or stood on around the butchering site.Armed and fully repaired to continue their hidious plans.
The enemy chief Balimir stood in center of the remains and talked to his men on loud clear voice.

"Sons of Steppe. Look carefully and see what happends to the enemies of the great Balimir! This army has been slain with little effort from our brave warriors.Soon we will go south and take the land of these weaklings.Soon our horses eat the grass of the gardens of these weak Romans."

Then Balimir turned around to face one of those poor men that had been impaled and to my terror i saw that the man was still alive.It was one of the Roman Centurions from our army.Balimir lowered his voice and talked to the man with his rusty form of Latins.

" And after our horses have taken their share of your pretty gardens. We will warm the beds of your women and your children will call us their father and they will learn the ways of true warriors".

With his last forces i saw the Centurion trying to spit on the face of the Tartar chief.But all that came out was blood.Balimir just smiled to the poor man and swept some blood from his face and tasted it. Then he turned around and next second his sword severed the head off from the brave Centurion, giving him the luxury of death.