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The Mission Seth Jensen Raven ran down the corridor while multiple attackers we catching up. She turned down a hall to see 6 more attackers. She had to act fast. She looked around desperately trying to find an exit. She cursed quietly in Russian and then braced herself for the attack. Bang! Fifteen minutes earlier. Two men walked stealthy down the corridor. They wore plastic masks over their faces. Each carried a 50cal Dragon Sniper Rifle with sleeper bullets, suddenly there ear pieces crackled

right wing branched out into a large kitchen with a long hallway entrance next to it. I assumed the hallway held the bedrooms. The entire place was a combination of bright orange and yellow wooden frames. The normal décor was thrown off by the axes, swords, and even machetes marking the surfaces at even intervals. The left wing branched out into the living room that held a long, curving couch facing a flat screen on the wall. A simple coffee table was in front of the furniture. I ran my hand over smooth

I didn't even see bicycles or rickshaws. I was surprised to find Nirmay still here. Maybe he simply couldn't get out. I'm sure if they did conscript him, he burnt the notice and convinced the authorities he served or that he simply died. He told me they used bamboo bicycles for a while, with wheels made from sliced tree trunks. He was playing a set at Neutrino, in the Avantil district, where they still appreciate his music. "Our way of life is under attack. A dark cloud is descending on Shurasena

In the third fight of the fighting pits we have another member of the Kingsguard, Ser Warryn Farring, adorned in his white armor wielding the solid white shield of the Kingsguard and his sword in hand. On the other side of the arena, a giant of a man, Sigorn Karstark. Carrying nothing but his giant great sword and wearing, what appears to be, an insanely worn and battered set of armor with his house sigil just barely visible on his chest. The bout begins with Warryn and Sigorn moving to the middle

He has said his prayers, and now, as always, he is ready to face his gods with sword in hand. He mused to himself “If I do not return, I will be feasting in the halls of my father’s gods, if I do return, I will be feasting on the juiciest boar that gold can buy.” In either case the glory that Steiner had always dreamed of is now his for the taking. Ever since Steiner was a young man, and held his grandfather’s sword for the first time, he had wondered…”Will they sing of my great deeds throughout

The Legacy of Jagar Tharn --- The wind was howling on the fifth anniversary of Dagoth Ur's defeat, the people of Morrowind were proud, proud of the one called Nerevarine, the reincarnated Lord Nerevar Indoril, the savior of Morrowind. Nights such as these remind me of my journeys, of the time I walked Vvardenfell and sought the magic the gods themselves wielded. I had no time for adventuring, not after Uriel Septim VII offered me a position on the Elder Council. I stood in the garden of Green

out of its mouth. “We can talk later, now it is time for action!” yelled the king. The boy nodded. The boy and king charged toward the furious tiger. Slashing their swords, they attacked the evil beast. The king ran toward the tiger and failed to make a hit. The tiger then went straight toward the boy. Clawing the sword out of his hand, the tiger knocked the boy on his back. The tiger leaped onto the boy's chest. When he finally caught his breath, he spotted a rock not to far from his

springing across the frozen tundra silently and swiftly. Snow was tossed around her body as she leapt towards Tadashi with a murderous intent. Plunging her blade at his chest, she was left thrusting madly at empty air. Tadashi countered, swinging his sword with such strong momentum that his opponent was sent staggering backwards. But he suspected it wouldn't be so easy. Her shape flickered and disappeared from sight, leaving Tadashi to patiently await her next strike. Nothing but the sound of the howling

The gladiators fought in the Colosseum, which had a height of about 160 feet and capacity of up to 50,000 people. The Colosseum was also designed to be able to flood and hold ships. The term gladiator comes from the Latin word: "gladius" meaning sword. The profession of being a fighter brought great fame to the individual. The theme of death brought people together to see many young men die in battle. The crowd loved vicious shows that were gory and gruesome. Many gladiators who fought in the Colosseum

The “Freer Dagger,” called such because it resides in the collection of the Freer Gallery, is 38.0 cm long, and weighs approximately 500 gm with sheath. The blade is made up of curved watered steel that has been ribbed. The handle and sheath are similarly made of watered steel, that is applied to a wooden core. The watered steel has been chased and inlaid with gold. The handle and sheath are decorated with both raised and inlayed floral motifs, vegetal scrolls and calligraphy, precisely rendered