Multiple authors story - write one paragraph each

**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.

**GiantMonkeyMan** · 03-10-2006, 20:38

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He turned to me, the centurions blood splattered across his face like the snow had splattered across mine in my people's retreat. He took a few steps forward with his sword at the ready. But first he was to taunt me, as he had to all those who died before me.

"You cowardly Roman dog," he said in atrocious Latin. Then he came closer, his mouth near my ear. "I will bed your wife with your children watching."

In pure anger and with the last of my hope dwindling I thrust with my head at him striking him in the face. His blood and my own drenched my features but I ignored that as i broke free from the guard who looked at me dumbstruck. The laughing barbarians had stopped laughing, as the crowd stops laughing in a colusseum when one of the beasts breaks free to the slaughter.

**Rodion Romanovich** · 03-10-2006, 20:52

I dashed for a small forest nearby, still acting purely by instinct. I was surprised that I was still alive. What seemed even more surprising, was the fact that the enemy hadn't reacted until I had gotten several yards away from them. Then I heard a whistling sound through the air, and I instinctively bent down, seeing a crow-feathered arrow land in the snow ahead of me. Then came another one which, uncommon for these creatures, luckily happened to be less well aimed. Then I reached the first trees, trying to zig-zag so that the trees would cover me better, and make it more difficult for them to hit me. I heard hooves behind me, they had apparently started to come after me, when their arrows unexpectedly hadn't hit me. As I tried to look over my shoulder to see how far away they were, the ground disappeared under my feet. I flew through the air for a surprisingly long time, before I hit the ground again, gliding down a steep incline, tearing up small plants and earth as I tried to slow down the fall towards the ice below, but I realized I wouldn't be able to stop, I would crash through the ice and end up in the cold water. I closed my eyes.

**GiantMonkeyMan** · 03-11-2006, 12:04

Chapter 2 (or 3? i am not sure):

The water was cold. And that was a major understatement. It felt like flames tearing at my skin, dragging me down until I could hardly move in it's icy grip. My lungs felt like they would collapse on themselves but i stayed under water so my recent captors would, hopefully, not see me. I felt the current tug at me and a lump of ice struck my chest as I flew with the river, or stream, but I stayed under. It was worse that what I imagined my comrades had gone through. Until I couldn't take the pain any longer.

**Kagemusha** · 03-11-2006, 22:58

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Would all end in here, in this freezing river? I could just stop kicking and soon all would be over. No more cold, hunger and the continuous fighting. Then as my conciousness started getting dimmer and dimmer. I saw a picture in my eyes of my wife and children looking at me smiling. No! I am tougher then this this river or these bloody Tartars cant stop me. So i continued kicking with my frozen feets and inch by inch, meter by meter.I started getting closer to the river bank.

**Franconicus** · 03-13-2006, 10:15

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I had to reach the forrest again. All around I could hear the sound of horses and the howling of the tartars. Balimir had sent all of his men to chase me. Several thousands steppe horesemen chasing one exhausted Germanian. I felt like a little rabbit chases by a pack of wolves. I tried to hide in a bush and listened to the sound around me. They were everywhere. It was only a question of time. Then I heard dogs. Oh Odin! Dogs! This was the end. The sound of the men and dogs came closer and closer. I even forgot to shiver.
Then I heard another sound. The familiar sound of trums. At first I did not realize what that ment. Drums? I heard them on my right and on my left, coming closer. Then I hear the sound of trompets. The Barbarians howled like wolves. Then I heard drums in front of me and in my back. Drums and trompets from all side. The glorious undefeatable Roman legions had arrived. While the Barbarians were busy chasing me they were surrounded by the Roman army. And now they had to fight in the woods. Volleys of arrows banged into the rows of the Barbarians. They realized that they were cut off and acted confused. Disorder everywhere. Another volley. Then marching feed. The legionaires pushed the Barbarians into the thickest wood.