Why Won 't Those Gates Break Down

across the plain, in the direction of the French army. He was, in truth, proceeding to Montcalm, fearless of every danger, to claim the tardy escort for which he had before conditioned” (Cooper 180).

“He strayed away by himself from the watchers whom he had placed in ambush on the crest of the hill, and wandered far down the steep slopes amid the wild tangle of undergrowth, peering through the tree trunks and listening through the whistling and skirling of the wind and the restless beating of the

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!?"

I adjusted my white surcoat and ensured that the straps which held my tight leather armor in place were properly fastened, “Safety guide, chapter eleven, use of a-”

until we arrived at a small village. To the marched to the center plaza, many of the frightened and confused villagers had gathered there. The legate assigned to the legion read a memoir written by a team of scouts on the horrid atrocities the Hunnic hordes have committed. It was vital to our fight that we could gain their support otherwise they would not agree to supply the provisions that had been rapidly depleting. a moment before finishing a scout rode into the plaza bloodied and battered half an arrow protruding from his shoulder. He warned us of the Huns and there overwhelmingly large force before finally dying of his injuries. The villagers began to panic and many fled with their belongings. The Legate tried to comfort them telling them we can ensure their safety. We fortified the town built a small wall. It was all we could do. Later that evening after I took a small excursion through the markets and upon the wall. I along with many others saw as thousands of torches illuminated the yurts atop the craggy mountain. The Huns had found

Watching as his troops easily advance, securing block after block, Count Nightburn grew impatient, knowing that his prize was within his grasp, and made the decision to forego the assistance from his army to slip away, proceeding alone to the palace. He found only a handful of guards protecting the entrance and these, he easily dispatched with his sword. Walking unscathed to the palace’s two great doors, opening and stepping inside, he found himself in a long hallway lined with large pillars. Cautiously, he moved down the hall with his way suddenly barred by two soldiers stepping out from behind the pillars, swords drawn, but he dispatched

“When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to

Startled he looked up as a large metal shield hit the in a torrent of flames. He marveled at the resiliency of the metal since his own shield had melted just moments before. εragon grabbed the shield and flung himself behind a flames engulfed him. Sprinting into o the cave he ran to a lance he had seen earlier. €l-βḝlgrὃnd roared as εragorn charged at him. Yelling εragorn flung the spear at him through a torrent of flames. The roaring ceased. εragorn had slain €l-βḝlgrὃnd. He then went down called the men of the town of Northnesse to bring up their wagons n to help dismantle the monster and take the head back to King Archeuis. He gathered up the head and traveled back to the courts of King

“As soon as I could recover myself sufficiently, I hurried out after him and looked for him in the neighboring streets; but he was gone” (213).

When he walked North, 47 paces, and stopped just shy of a hooded figure. He watches as

There were five Tier One items. There was a rusted steel sword, an old dagger, a Glenfort shirt, a pair of Glenfort handwraps, and a pair of Glenfort pants. Both the rusted steel sword and the old dagger came with their respective sheaths. The Glenfort shirt was basically a patched, long-sleeved gray shirt coupled with a thin, leather chest armor. The Glenfort handwraps were basically thin strips of unused leather sewn together. The Glenfort pants was blue in color and provided somewhat better protection than his tattered pants. The rusted steel sword, though chipped, was sharp enough to cut through flesh and hide...same thing with the old dagger. John grimaced at the quality of his weapons...five gold coins...ten years of part-time work...all gone and all he got was such shitty equipment. Nevertheless, shitty or not, they still provided some protection and attack power - much better than what he had before. With a sigh, John quickly put the new equipment on and walked out of the

Contrary to the armors’ requirements, the ones developed by Gumdrop were substandard and they barely protected the wearers. This was irresponsibility and greed; in addition, it was an aspect of disrespect for human life. The company failed in its mandate of ensuring that the soldiers were safe during an attack and practiced indecency by manufacturing substandard products and keeping quite to protect their contract.

Voices sounded from down the hall. I marched toward them. The emperor and the others followed behind me. The closest I got to the door, the more I

Through a large crowd, I spot him. His stature hasn't changed a bit since I last saw him. I begin to approach him, to congratulate him on his great success, but I am cut off by the castle guards. I understand their confusion as I am not the most formally dressed person at this party, so I begin to negotiate with them about allowing me to stay. Unfortunately, they deny my plea and force me out of the building. Just as we arrive to the threshold I hear a shout, unintelligible at first, then a more recognizable voice the second time.

“Someday,” I tell Oak smugly one morning, “I will be the greatest warrior Sarn’s army has ever known.” He scoffs. “May Lady Luck grant your insane wish.” I scowl at him.