Short Story

The Barbarians were spreading hate and destruction, many people were killed and lots of land was conquered. They are known for killing and taking over, they are seen as bad people who have no rules. This all started with Temuchin, later titled “Genghis Khan”. At a young age, he fought to bring Mongol clans under one leadership. In 1206, he won the leadership and had big plans to expand his territory.

We are at war, a war that we cannot win if we all aren’t prepared. You might have heard the myth about the Wolves, but if not, listen closely. Every once sixteen years, the wolves come out of wherever they come from and take us away from our family and friends; either from killing us right off the spot or just hauling us back to their homeland. We must be on the defensive until the time comes to strike, for we cannot predict what strategy they are planning to use against us. If you haven’t figured this all out by now, this is why your Father has instructed me to teach you. I was preparing you for this very moment and for whatever the future beholds, Master Kayden.” proclaimed Mr. Kenshi as Young Kayden suited

“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!”

The soldiers wearing armor, exclusive to the king Royal guards begin to execute the orders given to them, and the king is alone, free to do his work, but he hears a defeaning roar from a distance within the city. He covers his ears. "What in the world was that!?"

General Tulius, the Military. And it looks like the Thalmar are with him; damn elves, I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen... I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Velod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in..." His voice suddenly became soft and pensive. "Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.."

They encircled the globe, establishing Legion Command Posts to organize their slaughter campaigns. The DarkRealm Infernal Army has been butcher and torturing remaining survivors by the hundreds of thousands.

omer’s epic poem The Iliad, reports the tenth year of the savage Trojan War with Achilles, the leader of the invading army as the protagonist. Another adventurous story, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, tells of Arthurian knight, Gawain, who sets out on a journey to fight to the death, with an anonymous poet. The stories’ leading characters resemble each other in their fighting, but ultimately contradict each other because of their different beliefs. These brave men similarly fight and become military heroes for their own countries. The armor of the soldier and knight bear many symbolic features.

Narwhals do a very unusual behavior. The males cross tusks which is known as “tusking.” It’s like you are brushing your teeth, but pretend you’re a brushing your long tooth. The tooth has nerves in it. People think that the tooth is some kind of sensor. The tooth can be 8-10 feet

“Yes, we are ready, my lord, and you will glad to hear that my army is larger and stronger than when they fought their last campaign.”

Warthogs are a type of pigs. They are big animals with a flattish head and four tasks. Warthogs look like there head are covered in warts but there are actually protect bumps. They are mostly bald with dark grey to black body and yellowish to black fur. They can weigh 120 to 250 pounds and measure up to 6 feet long. There bodies are asymmetrical.

Realm Assassins have coexisted for centuries, safeguarding the survivors of Armageddon enduring an outgoing nightmare against the Wülfpire, the most loathsome beasts ever to roam the Wastelands. The werwülfs have hearts, black as midnight embracing the light, but never eclipsing it.

During this time the Toluid army is the largest and most powerful army in central Mongolia. Life as a Mongolian warrior is hard, we are forced to sleep on the cold ground, we eat what we kill and must always be prepared to go into battle. As Mongolian warriors we go through extensive training to prepare us for anything that we could encounter. We trained for ever scenario that we could think of, so we would be prepared. But all the training we had could not prepare us for the road ahead of us. We are marching to what we hope to be our last battle and put Mongke into power over the Mongolian empire. It is the middle of winter, soldiers are enduing freezing weather, food shortage, and illness. Days are long, and we are all tired and exhausted, and desire to return home. We don’t know but this will be our final battle we will lose many lives but save many more by the new emperor Mongke. Once the battle is won we will return to our families and hometowns under the rule of the new emperor Mongke. Under his rule we will enjoy a better life for

The guard under the orders from General Stonefist led Cross down the dimly lit, busy streets of Bloodstone to the caravan. Bloodstone, like its furnaces, never slept. He followed silently, too deep in thought to address the guard. The success of his mission was crucial if he were to procure the Dwarven legions’ help to stop Nightburn. They arrived at the caravan to find Dwarven guards mounted on the backs of giant, shimmering red-scaled lizards. Intrigued, Cross asked his escort what the creatures were, having never seen such beasts

At the horizon stands the Archlord with his staff composed of presiding clans from the Royal Caste. Also present are military governors with absolute authority within the clans they govern.

Highly trained bodyguards stand on opposite cliffs safeguarding their supreme commanders. The Royal Guards with silver armor projecting décor swords stand alert, ready to give their lives at a moments notice.