“All of you courageous men are doing a noble work. Your heavenly Father shall inevitably reward you,” declared Father Lebeau after ending the Mass, “those people of perdition, the Scandinavians, are in most definite need of the Holy Word. However, their wrathful and barbaric ways prevent any diplomatic and peaceful sessions from taking place. It disheartens me to say, but one of the king’s messengers has given us word that dragon-framed ships are en route to this very coast.” “Those bastards never wanna give up, huh?” whispered Cedric with a slight smirk on his face. “What’d you expect from brainless savages?” I jokingly said in reply “You all must keep hold of this port,” Father’s sudden exclamation startled almost everyone in the …show more content…
I bolted out of my bed and ran outside to see what the cause was for all of the commotion. Although my eyes were still adjusting to the sudden change in light, I could still see what was going on. My heart sunk. The savages were finally arriving, those horned spawns of hell. They must have used a shortcut, or the winds were in their favor. We were all expecting them to make landfall later this week, at the least. I rushed to put on my battle garments and armor. I had never felt so energetic in my two decades of living. I got on my horse, who was already yearning to run, and pushed him to go as fast as he could toward the area of commotion. It only seemed like a few clicks before I realized I arrived. I could then see everything that was occurring. Hundreds of ships close to shore, trebuchets firing projectiles, and hundreds upon hundreds of my fellow men getting into battle formations. "Knights! Rally!" yelled one of our superiors, after which he blew a horn and all of the men arrived in what seemed like a minute. Those dragon-shaped ships were beginning to make landfall, with hundreds of troops getting off and stepping onto our beloved land. I looked at my crucifix my mother gave me, while thinking of her. I then looked up with the rage of Hell itself and held up my sword in perfect stance. All of my fellow knights joined me in the stance. We would not let those savage beasts raid this great land. "We will fight them to the death!" I yelled, my men yelled "let
Many have priorly stated that history repeats itself time and time again. This can be seen throughout history but, especially so during the Crusades. This paper will discuss the parallels between the First and Fourth Crusade. We will also take a brief look at the aftermath of the Fourth Crusade and how it compares to the aftermath of the Second Crusade.
“I got up and pretended to study the pictures on the walls like I was a lover of religious art. When I got to the Merciful Mother right above Sinita’s head, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the bottom I’d found on the train. It was sparkly like a diamond and had a little hole in back so you could thread a ribbon through it and wear it like a romantic lady’s choker necklace. It wasn’t something I’d do, but I could see the button would make a good trade with someone inclined in that direction.
When discussing fashion women often talk about the amazing dress they picked up or the sexy peep toe heels that they just couldn’t bare to pass by, however, very often does one think of the bra and its impact on fashion history. A necessary evil in most women’s lives the “over the shoulder boulder holder” has been around since ancient times in some form or another. Before the invention of the brassiere women were suffocating in corsets that resulted in crushed rib cages and damaged reproductive organs. But in 1914, Mary Phelps Jacob changed all that by stitching together the very first bra. The rest, they say, is history.
Finally as fate would have it, Harold of Wessex has fallen! Shot through the eye with an arrow, the accuracy given that archer must have been blessed to him by God himself. As Harold fell and his body hacked to ensure death, I realize my destiny is complete. The very crown Harold swore under oath to me is now mine via the blade of a Norman sword. Let this be a lesson to those who lie upon the sacred relics, fate will reveal itself in time. I, William, Duke of Normandy and King of England will punish all deceivers as I did the English. People of France, I leave you with one last validation of how your fellow Normans achieved victory, “Et fuga verterunt angli. And the English fled” (Crack, 1998).
“Sir! Enemy contact! While we were holding position around the filthy human’s castle, a new enemy force numbering around four thousand appeared and surrounded us! They’re slaughtering our rearguard and cutting off our routes of retreat!”
Until the time of the crusades, Christians and Muslims had interacted at least on a surface level through trade activities. Christian Europe had been exposed to the wealth and knowledge of the Arabic world; however, with the movement to the crusades the attitude towards the Muslims shifted to one of religious intolerance. Recognizing that Roland deals with issues that are germane to the Europe of the crusades helps to establish the connection between the religious intolerance that had begun to surface in Europe and the events of the poem.
He wondered where his squad was, he had followed them up the hill through the initial barrage and had only lost sight of them when they disappeared into the trench. He could feel the liquid soaking through his uniform and settling onto his skin. It was warm. He noticed there was no moon in the sky tonight.
“Well, isn’t this nice.” Thorn’s lips were drawn back in a sinister grin. “I have always admired courage, even if it leads to death. Now just be a good boy and hand over the scepter.”
I stir from my deep slumber to the sound of the people shrieking and the smell of flame lingering in the air. I hear the clang of the swords and pikes clashing, I quickly rise without any time to dress properly. I exit my tent and was slammed by the cold night air that is typical in the dead of night. I hear the anguish of my people, the powerful Yggdarrian tribe, outside trying to valiantly fend off the invaders. You see we aren't warriors we are simply hunters and gatherers.The fear in their eyes are evident. I cannot bear to see them in pain. But then I see the General head to my family's tent...¨Shit! Mamá. Mamá are you alright!¨ I screech over the sound of the chaos.
I was on one of the ships, i could feel the ship rock back forth as it rode the waves. The room was illuminated by a hanging ball of light. The new discovery blew my mind, I did not understand how the room was blessed with the Suns clarity, without a sun being present. I heard moans all around me, I looked to my sides and saw men and different beings chained to the wall I was on. “Where am I!”, I shouted. “You shouldn’t make so much noise, you’ll make them come back and make your world turn black.” Said a man chained to the wall next to my left. I asked who he was and what he knew about all of this. “I am Mitees from the land of Hagrid”, He responded. “ I was a farmer, a slave of a great man, before i was enslaved by these beasts. “Beasts? these are no beast, they are puny!” I shot back. “You must help me escape, we need to fight back!” I demanded. The man’s face looked as if he hadn’t eaten in years. He looked up at me, with no hope in his face, and he answered, “Do not let the size of these beings fool you monster. Their ability and power is far more intelligent and advanced than we have ever witnessed. Our weaponry had no match against their small, shiny fireballs that riddled our people with gaping holes. They stripped our beautiful rich vegetation, and slaughtered our warriors. Our children and weak men became ill and died within a day. They invaded our land for 3 days, those 3 days felt like 3 life times. I prayed to my god’s
Have you ever been stuck between traveling the world or going to school, but not really sure where to star? Maybe you want to swim with dolphins in Dubi, snorkel with sting rays in the Bahamas or even eat exotic food like lion meat in South Africa. Luckily enough here at Iowa State there's a great program to be able to do both! In this program, the importance of following the practical guidelines is during this time the program is delegated to be responsible for an authority to develop and commensurate. The Iowa State campus Study Abroad Association stuff says in other words that they have time to examine and create a plan for everyone by making critical decisions.
An inkling for my predisposition towards tasks involving intricate calculations, progressive analysis in fields of Physical Sciences and Mathematics can be traced back to my senior secondary days when I was rigorously preparing for the Joint Entrance Examinations for Engineering from 2010-2012. It is imperative to note that I draw immense inspiration from my father, an architect who indispensably enabled me to appreciate the concept of design and structure. A commendable academic record complements my research work. I secured a 10 CGPA in my Secondary Examination and was among the top 5 students of my school to have been selected for the CSIR program. In my Senior Secondary Examinations, I secured 88% (PCM-90.6%) and a 74.63 SPI in my