The Blade Of The Craft Guild

“With the knife I had, I opened his chest to that place…. I inserted the knife point, and with great difficulty, at last i pulled it out”

"Where is he?!" The rough and gruff voice of one of the guards make Jimin smirk, twisting the gun lightly in his hands. As the footsteps neared closer to the hallway of the office, Jimin turned his body and shot the man in the chest, resulting in a garbled scream. With the thud of his body, Jimin jumped out of his hiding spot, sprinting down the long and empty hallway. It was nearly twelve at night, so luckily everyone was out by

In colonizing the New World, Captain John Smith and William Bradford were both significant figures. Smith was an explorer and solider known for establishing the first permanent English colony in the New World at Jamestown, Virginia. Bradford was a Puritan who was fixed on setting up a colony where people could practice their religion freely. What makes them so alike and different?

She slowed her pace and watched as the larger man pushed the blade into the other man who dropped to the ground. She stopped running and became transfixed with the unfolding drama in front of her.

He swished the sword through the air and said, “This is a most interesting weapon, it is thin and light, yet seems to be unbreakable. I think I'll slice you to pieces with it Angelica, and then I'll keep your head as a souvenir. These other two, I will find other uses for.”

knew that he was up against a man like non other. He franticly tried to escape and run

The novel portrayed the Weavers Guild as a group of regulators put in place to provide credit where it should be, to make sure tapestries met a certain standard, and to set rules about labor (working days and who is allowed to weave). As I mentioned earlier, allowing Christine to weave was against the Guild’s rules. If she was caught, Georges would be fined or even shut down. At one point in the novel, a fellow weaver stopped by Georges’ house to look at the tapestries but was really spying in hopes of seeing a rule being broken so he could go to the Guild and have one less weaver to compete with. Before that, Leon recognized a portion of color-blending Georges used that was originally produced by another weaver. Georges would have been fined

He looked over to his right and saw a group of prisoners screaming at him, begging him to run towards them to complete the plan. Running to them meant freedom, but before he could move a muscle, he heard someone in the distance screaming his name. Closing his eyes and covering his ears would’ve been a good fantasy, but confronting

As a artisan guild is new to Wytheville, many do not understand how the commission base works with in a guild. The commission percent is understood and agreed upon as a standard through the art industry. There are some guilds that have a higher commission rate. Artist that are new, usually ask how this commission works and is explained to all that ask or upon being accepted into the guild, as it is not a typical commission. We are very proud of our standard of high quality and talent that we will be part of guild. I know that there are artisans that open their own store to sell their wares but many artist do not have the time or the funding to sell just there beautiful talent. As a guild, we can bring many great talents together to up lift

worries about what he is going to do. "Is this a dagger which I see

Influenza is a serious illness that causes on average 51,000 deaths annually in the United States (US) 1 and contributes to an annual economic burden of US $12–14 billion due to work absenteeism and direct medical cost. 2 Decades of research suggest that social determinants, such as income, education, occupation, social class, gender, race/ethnicity, may in fact be the root causes of many health outcomes. The World Health Organization defines social determinants of health as “conditions in which people are born, grow, work, live, age, and the wider set of forces and systems” –including both economic and social policies and systems- that shape our daily lives and environment. 3 Although much of the research on social determinants of health

He pulled out a dagger and swung it at Orion, nicking his cheek. The whole pub went silent for a few seconds. Orion grabbed the man’s arm and twisted it. The man let out a scream of agony as Orion threw him across the room. The atmosphere was filled with fear now.

Parcival held the sword flat side out above Jason's head. "Then I guess you don't care about this man, do you?" His sword swung in an arc.

Everyone in this world is different. We all have different personalities, looks, and ways of doing things, but one thing we all have in common is failure. At some point and time, in any person’s life, they have failed at a task. Regardless of how little or how small the letdown, we all have experienced it a time or two in our lives. The definition of failure is simply the lack of success, which can completely destroy a person, or motivate them to become better. Everyone has experienced failure, but what a person does after that failure is what arrays them separately from the crowd. Personally, I have experienced failure often, but not as often as my success. As a young person trying to figure out the rest if my life, I have learned a lot of information about myself while in the process of turning my failures into successes. I have discovered my strengths, weaknesses, and what motivates me to do better.

A man paces within the room, his black leather boots clattering against the creaking wood over and over again. He was deeply tan, his skin an olive hue, and his head was topped with a messy mop of grey hair. His face was chiseled and angular, but not untouched by the wrinkles of age. His chin had rough stubble running as a five-o 'clock shadow. Across his left eye ran an old scar, coming from the top left and ending at the start of his nose. His other eye was a deep blue, intently looking towards the worn paint on the floor boards. He was adorned in a light leather vest, metal studs patterned across it to accommodate chainmail, if the need arose for it, and to his side was a thin sword, the hilt finely crafted with a intricate, geometric design stretching across the scratched and scuffed cage. He stands tall, easily clearing six feet, his upper body broad and well kept. He stops dead as he hears the old door creak, turning his one good eye to the new visitors with a deathly glare. "Who are you?"