Schokland: A Short Story

The King stated to both of the men they would have to sneak behind where the Persivelles had been hiding. The Perisvelles had been hiding behind an old tower from an old castle that once held up King Balin’s brother Baron’s castle. The men nodded their head in agreement and walked back to their armies to tell them what was to be done. The armies soon were surrounding the Persivelles camps and were waiting for orders from the King to

3. The Kalimo army has invaded the country of Iona, next door. There are a number of refugee camps in Iona with thousands of people living in them. The refugees themselves lost their homes many years before—some in wars with Kalimo; others were forced out of their homes by the Kalimo army. The Kalimo army controls the area around the refugee camps. The commander of the Kalimo army sealed off the refugee camps and allowed militias from Iona, who are hostile to the refugees, to enter two refugee camps and slaughter hundreds of people. The killing went on for 40 hours. At least 1,800 people were murdered, perhaps more. One additional fact: The Kalimo army receives a great deal of military aid from the country of Terramar. Terramar learned of the massacre of the refugees in Iona, but did not stop military aid to Kalimo.

“We marched. Gates opened and closed. We continued to march between the barbed wire. At every step, white signs with black skulls looked down at us. The inscription: Warning!

They stand from the counsel, join the hands of one another and speak, not to bring the affair into great jeopardy by disagreement and their stubbornness; the affair was easy, whether they stay or remain, if only they thought on the same thing and agreed on the same thing; on the other hand they saw no security in disagreement. Until the middle of the night, the disagreement continues. At last, Cotta was overpowered, he gives up: Sabinus’s opinion overruled. It is announced that they will march at dawn, the rest of the night, (they) remain awake, since every soldier was observing their property, to see what could be carried with them, and out of the winter quarters, what he would be compelled to leave behind. This is suggested to show why they could not stay without danger, and how the danger would only increase if the soldiers become weak and want to sleep.

I was silent during the short walk back to the settlement as my mind replayed the last several moments. Who were those men? Lawless? What did they want?

With resources running low, and neighbor turning against neighbor, a calculating military leader marches in with an imposing force, offering food, water, and promises of salvation. Sera’s town thinks the worst is over.

In the snowy lands of Selundia, there is a massive civil war going on between the Empire of Talislan and the Jarl of Gaelstorm. As the war continues, the mysterious embassy grows stronger and the two sides get weaker. A mysterious and ominous threat starts to cover the land. Dragons are rising and burning down villages, homes, and people. With nobody to contest against these ancient creature, the fate of Talislan seems to be sealed into absolute doom.

As the sun rose over the fortress it cast a vibrant orange light across the gentling swaying water. Young Fortinbras, perched in a watch tower adjacent to the water, was awestruck as the rising light revealed incoming Danish warships quickly advancing towards the fortress, pushed along by the howling wind. As the ships parted the water with their shear force he scrambled down the winding stairs to the court yard, crowded with weapons in preparation for the inevitable invasion, and sounded the warning bell. As the echoes hammered through the castle the knights rose and the king paced out of his chamber into the courtyard. “What is it my son?” questioned Fortinbras, the words stumbling out of his mouth.

It had come as quite the shock to learn that, apparently, Berwald had found a child on his doorstep that morning, and even more shocking was the fact that it appeared to be himself. Allison, out of pure curiosity and the desire to help, decided that she would come over to help, or just observe. She didn't have plans that day, or at least none that couldn't be done later, and whatever nonesense that may, or may not go down would be more entertainig than getting groceries. So, she gathered up a couple of her things and headed out.

‘For every evacuee who left Leningrad for the rail three or four came in. Divide Leningrad’s food by all those mouths and see how quickly it vanishes.’ Chapters like these truly show us a much larger context of the siege. The Levins, who at first we felt so bad for, are seeming to be in a much better position than most. Chapter 27 describes the people of Leningrad in great detail.

The beginnings of the White Rose started with a group of medical students who talked about new cultural ideas and subjects far beyond their love of medicine, avoided politics altogether. As the Regime became increasingly worrying, some of the group realized they must take action.

One day the sorcerer released darkness over all the land of Gwyndor, all the villages and towns of Gwyndor were destroyed and none who stood up to him succeeded. However on one fateful day all the inhabitants of Gwyndor came together, Men, Elves, and Dwarves marched onto the border of Azurg. A company of men led by the ruler

King Zethius took a leisurely walk through his tranquil gardens at his own pace, and it was a slow, slow pace. Even though the hot scorching midday sun was beating down, he found it necessary to take a walk, calm his nerves, and gather his thoughts on issues soon to come. For many months, the king and his advisers have met in one, of many cool, damp secret chambers beneath the Citadel of Splendor to discuss the growing problems with lawless merchants outside Kelmoor Keep.

He didn’t know how he could return to the rebellion camp without their leader. They would be defeated. “Except for one” thought Makarios “Quintillus will be able to help me”. So he snuck back to the village, without making a sound; and wondered to Quintillus’ hut. He quietly knocked on the door, and a moment later Quintillus popped his head. “Whats going on he asked?” inquired Quintillus, but Makarios just pushed him inside and closed the door. “The hunting trip did not go as planned” voiced Makarios in a shaky tone “Someone ambushed us”. “Where is Waramunt?” inquired Quintillus “Did they take him?”. “I believe so” responded Makarios “Everything went black and then when I woke up he was gone”. “Was there anything left behind that would help us find him?”

Four days into the war. Leon was correct. The other farms started to attack from surrounding areas.