Summary Of A Look At Masonburge

There was not a man on the Lord's earth stupid enough to go outside on a day such as this was. The barren, gray trees gave way to the brutal, icy gale. The wind blew with the wrath of a trapped boar. It cut through the skin of any who dared venture into it's fierce breath. This was in fact the usual plight of the residents living in Blóð, a city that resided in the outer regions of Harmr. But not every region of Harmr was this gelid. In fact, a little more than one-hundred miles away, in the heart of the Vrofisk Bluff, the environment was quite the opposite. In the bowels of the great mountain, a civilization of it's own kind lived among the rivers of molten rock and burning silica walls. The people who lived here were not people at all. Rather, they were Imps; lesser goblins. They

It was at the peak of the night’s darkness, fog covered the kingdom. The town was fast asleep, the King and his thanes were also out cold. There was an eerie sense in the air. It had almost been too long without any commotion. The kingdom, at the top of the Food chain, hadn’t been attacked for nearly two years now.

The world’s largest living history museum, Colonial Williamsburg, is an amazing place where anybody can learn something new about life in the eighteenth century. Among other things, it contains recreated buildings that function effectively as they would have in the eighteenth century. Visitors to Colonial Williamsburg learn through historical acting; the acting staff live as if living in the real Colonial Williamsburg. Also, the buildings have much history attached to them. However, there is one building that is the most deserved of a commemorative coin. Although there were other worthy candidates, the building is extremely important, both historically and presently. This structure fits the Colonial Williamsburg motto, “That the future may learn from the past,” perfectly. In my opinion, the Bruton-Parish Church was, and still is,

The thundering footsteps of the march sang in chorus with the rumble of the blackened sky. The rain pelted down like bullets mercilessly penetrating deep into the earth. The smell of chaos and fear drifted into the cool, steel air and was carried away with the gush of breeze. The noise of confusion overpowered the sound of raindrops that shattered on the tile roofs. People strolled out of their houses with curiosity about the commotion at the centre of the village. The villagers held deadly weapons in their tight grasps that seem capable of mutilating the mightiest of beasts.

A black sedan pulled down the rainy, one-lane country avenue and up the circular drive to the foreboding home. It was a large house, not large enough to be considered a manor, but still, with its three stories, it was an impressive, albeit faded, display of period architecture. The house sat upon a hillock where the car came to a stop, and the driver’s door opened.

"After what seems like hours meandering through the cryptic woodlands, the road takes a sudden turn to the east and a castle looms ahead. The sight before you is barbaric, with aging towers of stone and the reek of decay present all around you. Eyes seem to follow you, keeping a silent watch over

Luckily, Jamesburg has a lot of places to hang out, whether it's in our out of school. My favorite place to hang out is in JFK or in the baseball field behind the school. It’s really quite and peaceful there. Sometimes, geese fly into the field and my friends and I scare them away. Another place I like to hang out with my friends is in CVS. Some find it weird but it’s actually really fun. My friends from Brooklyn often come to my house and have a sleep over. Sometimes, we would go to Thompson park and play volleyball. After that, we always go and get ice cream in Mendokers. I always pay for my friends which I don’t mind at all. You’re not suppose to hangout during school because there’s a great chance that you will get in trouble. If I do hang

At last I spotted the gates of the burnt castle, lurking in the mist under the shadow of night. The rusted birds perched upon the gate which curled like the long hair of a gracious maiden, had likely remained in the same positions for two centuries, along with the unnatural ever-lasting bloom of the metal roses. Weathered gargoyles guarded the castle grounds, their eyes pouring spiteful remarks to whomever dared look in them. As the faint and melancholy glow of the moonlight began to seep through the branches of the wilting willows, the cold, damp ground shimmered like spun glass dancing across the floor.

Only royal road was only for nobles or messengers. The village walked all day only stopping for four hours everyday. The king obviously wanted to rush us there for something important. I didn’t think too much of it because all I did was look at the sky all day. She was my only friend. As days pass by, so did the villagers spirit. They had never liked this trek in the first place. Their bleeding feet told without words. One even started begging the soldiers. The soldier didn’t give her anything, but he did give meat for the wolves. “This kingdom is ruled by fear,” I thought to myself. More days have passed and more bodies have fallen, seven in total. All were just peasants trying to make a living. The village let out a heavy sigh when we finally reach the castle. It was sturdy castle, but definitely outdated. Any nation in the world can destroy it in a few days. All around the castle were slaves picking apples in cruel conditions. It was actually better than some jobs like farmer. They had enough food and could always rely on shelter. The funny thing was that they tried not to look at us. That’s when I realize they were actually trying to hide their faces. Something was wrong here and only one person was to blame, King

“But you must get there first for any of this to matter. Before you came to Cardoroth you wandered in the wild lands. But you never went far to the south?”

most soldiers wore and took pride in their armour, some wore none and only wore upper chest an shoulder pads. This armour was tide together using leather string, armour has a lot of variety when it comes to what its made from, some where made from turtle shell some where made from leather but more commonly bronze or iron and some of the empirial armour was made of gold and iron and their helmets where made of gold and iron with a pole and velvet connected to the pole.

"Just what I said sir," Rorn gruffed, lifting his visor and glaring at a throng of passing civilians, "This place is a flowerbed - more art museum than citadel. I was talking to the boys as we walked in. The ramparts on the walls are out of repair. The gates are old, thin iron - too decorated to be sturdy." He snorted. "Hell, there was hardly a sentry on the watchtowers. We could have taken this city easy, sir. Twice as easily as we crushed their armies at Lemeux."

You’re up early.” announced a familiar face, Sir Volstagg. “See that, men! The young pup learns quick!” Volstagg was an enormous man, his bald head shaven and his features finely chiseled, like an old stone, carved with a perpetual smile that made him all the more intimidating. His flowing black beard speckled with grey gave him a strange dignity that was the envy of lesser, less bearded men. Behind him, stood a pack of twenty, well armored men and women, some dressed in shirts of iron rings forged into mail; proper attire for war. The younger blood of the group, like Einhardt, wore quilted, padded jackets called gambesons. They’d have to earn their ringmail once they proved themselves warriors in the

We didn’t speak for the remainder of the ride. When we got there, I thought there house would be more of a modern-day mansion, but it wasn’t as pretentious looking as I thought it would be. When we walked up the steps, I got a closer view of the house; it was beautiful. The house was made of bricks with ivy growing on the side. It looked old, like 1800’s old. It was two stories high, with two windows on each

Uri finished stacking the containers in the shed and then contemplatively peered at their newly rebuilt home, which stood amid the barren landscape like a beacon of hope. The sharp sound of the hoe’s blade making contact with a stone drew his attention out to the field where Tabitha worked the soil. Sweat left wisps of her hair wet, clinging to the side of her face in a serpentine manner. As she caught her breath, their eyes met in a glance, she smiled and went on with her chore.