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I was only a child when the first group of fearless men and women left the security of London for a far and unknown place. They moved to find a new city along with a military escort of two archer groups. It had been some years since those people had first left, and from all reports their city was flourishing. Throughout the past few years, our government had made contact with other “civilized” countries while trying to defend against “The Uncivilized”. Recent explorations had revealed a culture up north which called themselves “The Jordanians”. The Jordanians were experts in defense against The Uncivilized. And two Jordanian Archer groups could take out Uncivilized axmen, because the Jordanians had no copper.
As London became more Populated, the government decided to send another group of fearless men and women to the unknown, but this time, they were going for the strategic ground just south of Jordania, which held several valuable resources. But, the English Military was stretched thin, and only one group of archers could be spared. I, Rovvid, was among these people, yet, I was still young.
We marched all day and camped near the first expansion of our empire. The people there were very warm, and provided us with proof of their successful city. As the morning drew near, the archers mad us get ready to leave, they would not be tardy to their target.
As we came to the site which had been decided upon, the archers immediately rounded up the men to help them build defenses. It had been a week since we had arrived at our new location, and the finishing touches were being added to the magnanimous defenses. It had now been a couple of months, and the city was starting to function, the archers still protected us, as they always had. The city was now flourishing in the desert which the Jordanians called “The desert of Doom”, we were all puzzled at why the Jordanians called this place “The desert of Doom”. However we would soon find out.
One day, while I was playing with friends who lived on the outside of town, we heard screaming and yelling out in the desert. Out of fear, we all ran to the house, and the parents were seized with fear at the news we told them. They ran out, and heard it themselves, soon the entire village, which was on the east side of side of the city, also heard the cries. It had been an hour or so since the cries had first been heard, and the tiny village had become idle with fear. It was now dusk, and, as was my custom, I sat down to dinner at my friend’s house, because I was staying the night. At this time, all the previous shrieks were not heard and had been mostly forgotten. Early the next morning, I was awakened by cries which were coming closer. My friend’s entire family, along with all the villagers were in the village square, looking at a ragged man limping back into the city. A man ran from the crowd to the man and yelled, “Well! Don’t you all help him at once! Go! Make yourselves useful and fetch the poor man some water!” It was the village doctor, who all the people trusted and obeyed.
At this, several people ran to the well to get the man some water. And the doctor inquired the man about his condition.
“What happened to get ya’ in this awful situation, lad?” The doctor asked.
It was like the man was tired, he was gasping for breath, and panting, and the doctor gave him some water and said, “Slowly now son.”
“It was…It was…” that was all the poor man could utter.
“It was?” asked the doctor.
The man looked up at the doctor, he had a horrified look on his face, but knew he could confide in the doctor. “It was- The Uncivilized”, at this some of the people gasped, some, lost interest and went to their duties, and still others were paralyzed and could not do anything.
“I am an archer in Her majesty, the Queen’s army, my squad, and I, were a recon team for this month, and were doing our activities, and then one day, one man went missing, then another, then another, then one night, they captured the rest of us. They tortured all, and killed all but one, and that unfortunate one was me.”
The doctor could tell that this man’s injuries were more than physical, they were deeper, and more dangerous.
More parts later, got to go develop the game
As London became more Populated, the government decided to send another group of fearless men and women to the unknown, but this time, they were going for the strategic ground just south of Jordania, which held several valuable resources. But, the English Military was stretched thin, and only one group of archers could be spared. I, Rovvid, was among these people, yet, I was still young.
We marched all day and camped near the first expansion of our empire. The people there were very warm, and provided us with proof of their successful city. As the morning drew near, the archers mad us get ready to leave, they would not be tardy to their target.
As we came to the site which had been decided upon, the archers immediately rounded up the men to help them build defenses. It had been a week since we had arrived at our new location, and the finishing touches were being added to the magnanimous defenses. It had now been a couple of months, and the city was starting to function, the archers still protected us, as they always had. The city was now flourishing in the desert which the Jordanians called “The desert of Doom”, we were all puzzled at why the Jordanians called this place “The desert of Doom”. However we would soon find out.
One day, while I was playing with friends who lived on the outside of town, we heard screaming and yelling out in the desert. Out of fear, we all ran to the house, and the parents were seized with fear at the news we told them. They ran out, and heard it themselves, soon the entire village, which was on the east side of side of the city, also heard the cries. It had been an hour or so since the cries had first been heard, and the tiny village had become idle with fear. It was now dusk, and, as was my custom, I sat down to dinner at my friend’s house, because I was staying the night. At this time, all the previous shrieks were not heard and had been mostly forgotten. Early the next morning, I was awakened by cries which were coming closer. My friend’s entire family, along with all the villagers were in the village square, looking at a ragged man limping back into the city. A man ran from the crowd to the man and yelled, “Well! Don’t you all help him at once! Go! Make yourselves useful and fetch the poor man some water!” It was the village doctor, who all the people trusted and obeyed.
At this, several people ran to the well to get the man some water. And the doctor inquired the man about his condition.
“What happened to get ya’ in this awful situation, lad?” The doctor asked.
It was like the man was tired, he was gasping for breath, and panting, and the doctor gave him some water and said, “Slowly now son.”
“It was…It was…” that was all the poor man could utter.
“It was?” asked the doctor.
The man looked up at the doctor, he had a horrified look on his face, but knew he could confide in the doctor. “It was- The Uncivilized”, at this some of the people gasped, some, lost interest and went to their duties, and still others were paralyzed and could not do anything.
“I am an archer in Her majesty, the Queen’s army, my squad, and I, were a recon team for this month, and were doing our activities, and then one day, one man went missing, then another, then another, then one night, they captured the rest of us. They tortured all, and killed all but one, and that unfortunate one was me.”
The doctor could tell that this man’s injuries were more than physical, they were deeper, and more dangerous.
More parts later, got to go develop the game
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