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Author's Note
I've been reading a book on the Crusades I recently bought from the Metropolitan Museum of Art and thought it would be interesting to write something from that time period. Hope you enjoy!


Introduction
For years many have studied the Crusades. It is an era rife with conflict as West and East; Christianity and Islam clash in a series of wars to control the Holy Land. It has called many an scholar to investigate the people, the time, and areas where the scenes of battle, betrayal, religious fervor, atrocities, victories and defeats shaped and molded into the legends and histories we have today. Contemporary accounts of these events have been invaluable in our understanding of what happened even though they may be bias and exaggerated at times. You may imagine my surprise at finding a collection of letters dating back to the time of the Crusades. After much study, they have been determined genuine and some of them have been exhibited at many museums for history buffs and others to see. It has been my work over the past three years, to translate and these letters with the help of my valuable colleagues and compile them into book form. Any mistake made in the transcription or translation is a fault of my doing. I hope you enjoy these portals to the past as much I did.

-Professor Johann Luther

Contents Introduction
January 1096
]]> Creative Writing Scottish King http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?605440-Crusade-Letters-(Updated-June-18) The Knights of Christ (wip) http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?605347-The-Knights-of-Christ-(wip)&goto=newpost Tue, 18 Jun 2013 08:22:05 GMT * Introduction.* (also just be clear on things this... Introduction.
(also just be clear on things this story takes place on another world very similar to ours)
Basic information and detailed storied origins of the knights
Motto: Duty Honor Sacrifice.
Laws of the Knights
I on my honor will serve the Lord Jesus Christ with all my heart and seek to live and be guided by his principle even until death.
1.) I promise to avenge the wrong and to help the weak.
2.) I promise to not only defend Christians with my sword but any other non violent religion that is being persecuted. It is the lords will that no groups should be converted by sword, only by faith and example.
3.) I promise to use the powers that the lord has given us for only good purposes and should I and my fellow man use it for evil I should note that evil could come across the lands and take our hearts and we would be serving the enemies we sworn that we would never be.
4.) I promise to give to the poor, succor to the windows and orphans
5.) to fight evil where it should be, seek to end unfairness and deceit if at all possible.
6.) At all time speak the truth.
7.) Respect all men and women equally regardless of stature
8.) To keep my faith in god and country
9.) Never to be prideful in my wealth or abilities.



Origins of the Knights beginning after the end of the great war in 34 A.D.

In 34 A.D. Jesus Christ visited our “wonderful world” Dolarain. At the time we had only thought that a man like this was real only to sooth-sayers and crazy old men who were killed and tortured for their beliefs. It turned out that they couldn't of been more right. What Jesus did for us went even deeper than his sacrifice on the cross, he truly saved us and this whole planet. At the times Jesus came were in a bloody war everyone was falling to the sword, and the prophets of old were long forgotten. Unfortunately I was only able to retrieve the last days of Jesus journey in our land.

“It came to pass that on the third day after the battle that Christ was preparing to leave and return to his ascent to heaven, However on that day Christ was dressed differently he had on a brightly white robe which stretched to his feet. His hands no longer beared the marks of the nails and it came right before our eyes that the marks on head regressd into a state of no more. He was wearing a brightly golden crown on his head and had a sword in his right. His sword seemed to be made of the finest metals and it hilt was made of the finest of the gold. In the center of the hilt there seemed be a purely flushed blue ruby, it was a sword definitely made for a king. The sword was extremely beautiful and it glorified his presence. Now people in the crowd most of whom wore ragged clothing and torn pieces of clothes bore the marks of war and suffering well but when Christ was transfigured the crowd was transfigured too. It was a amazing sight; all their marks, wounds, and mental sufferings were disappearing. Christ was giving this people a gift the people then broke down on their kness and worshipped Christ and they said ‘Lord we are unworthy of this gift for we have killed your prophets and rejected your words at all times why would lift these terrible marks on us?’ Christ then said ‘ Behold I give you a gift that you may have a testimony of me that you can know for a fact that im the lord, keep this gift well and always remember me.’ The people then responded ‘ lord we appreciate your gifts and we know that you are true but our neighbors are hard headed people and they seek to make war and they are haters of every religion except their own, if you leave us they will seek to destroy us.’ The lord then retorted ‘ ye did not have to mention this to me for I have seen that there will still be men persecuting you for your newfound beliefs and it saddens that I haft to do this for I wish that all men would peacefully accept you, but I have seen the night and this cant be. I will establish an order among that shall help guide and protect you and lead you into newfound paths and This order shall I give this sword. This order will not only protect you but be protectors of humanity; if one group is being exterminated by the other it is up to them to stop it. This group will go and be the protectors of you and humanity; however, I ask ye not let this group do everything, I ask this group and ye to go out and peacefully seek new converts. I will also give this order new and magnificent powers which man has never seen. I warn you though that once I give this power to man I cant take it away I ask of you not to abuse your powers and use it for evil, for if man should use it for evil than ye no longer have my power but this power will become with the devil. Should evil be allowed to thrive this land is doomed for misery.’”
Unfortunately this is the only document from that event that I was able to recover, this record along with many others were ripped to shreds by the new emperor. However after that event the lord called over 500 men to be knights and they named themselves in Latin “knights of the holy order” the lords powers flowed right through their blood and any heirs’ morale or not could use that power. What the lord gave us and what the record doesn’t transcribe was the specific powers that we could use. We had powers that with a single wisp of our hand we could make men fly, we could create and conduct electricity through our body and kill a man if needed. We had the power to what could be called super jumps, if one of us wanted to we could jump over 100 yards, we could also run as fast as sixty miles an hour or faster. We all had many powers and depending on how much we trained on them we could discover more or make these powers more powerful. (Ever needed an item but was to far away to reach? well a simple pull of your hands could make it come to you)



The Castle that I used to call home is now a giant piece of rubble, dead bodies now fill its void, its halls are just pieces of crumbled memories.(the cries of the innocent fill the whispers of the air.) If you walk where I am now you will see a vast open land around you, rumbling hills and small prairies that lie in between, the only connection breaking its beauty is a small concrete road leading to the main city, if you didn’t see this wretched castle you would think it was the most peaceful and beautiful place on Dolarain, why you just look one way and you can see for miles a beautiful green wonderland but if you look the other you see large giant like stones tumbling around you, you see blood stains, crumbled stones and pieces of paper filling the base of a castle. If you stand in its silence you can hear the cries of the dead calling for vengeance, If you saw what I saw you would quake in fear runaway and never look back, even if that castle wasn’t there you couldn’t unseen the dead, you couldn’t even bear that a once beautiful castle was there and you would wonder who would do such a thing. As I walk around this void I wonder the same things, yet I have a answer and I know who did it, I knew this event was going to happen I prepared for it, I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon, maybe in a year or two but….. Not now. This country has been in turmoil for a while now and I remember the events like it was yesterday……


I remember the day it happened, it happened on Tuesday March 22nd 2002 A.D. I was watching the news and with all the corruption and scandals going on with the knights people were weary with us and I couldn’t blame them.( I don’t know why the knights got this way, most of us weren’t like that (we didn’t commit adultery, do ponzy schemes, cheat, lie, steal, nor did we do assassinations, nor did we try and bring the economy down like they said we did.) and when Sam (our grandmaster) heard of these things, he excommunicated many knights from our order, However those evil knights swore to bring us down and did they keep their promise, in fact one of those bastards is the emperor himself.) The News was ranting on how evil the knights are and their morals threaten them, they made some boisterous lies that we are planning to “kill” all the wicked from this planet , they said that the wicked was us and that the knights wanted power from us. All of these were lies! Lies! And lies!! What brought us down wasn’t necessarily the media it was a event they were looking to blame us on, its was the collapse of the economy. When the stock market crashed on that Tuesday they were riots, instead of blaming the real culprit our liberal government. The people came looking for us and despite our powers they were killing us, A man came out of that group and proclaimed himself emperor. Years passed and the enemy hadn’t found our hideouts but when Sam Aslander exposed the truth about the emperor he got more aggressive and the holocaust began, the people realized the truth but it was too late. By 2011 the emperor had the full trust of the army and the people were powerless to stop him, but only a small fragment believed in the truth most of the population still hated us. The ones that supported us were rounded up and arrested and never sawn again. However the empire had its problems people were starving and dying, disease infested the land. The emperor said that the knights were capturing their supply trucks and feeding themselves, they want you to die he said, since you aren’t worthy Christians. In 2012 the problems got worse and news media came out with photo shopped videos showing the knights attacking supply trucks, the people then began to looking for us, the emperor discovered our hideouts and sent a army to “stop” us. I knew what I had to do, There was a resistance group who knew the emperors lies and were fighting them, I knew their location and was going to join them. I was going to stop at our caste (get any knights that were there to join me)and get a few things, too bad it was already pillaged and destroyed



Chapter I: Is this the end?

As I was making my preparations to leave the castle I felt a disturbance in the air, I looked around and all I could see and hear were the dead burned up leaves rustling in the wind. I stepped into the open and then I heard a loud "pop!!" I saw right before my eyes a laser guided rocket heading right towards me; I quickly ducked down and the rocked took a nose dive twenty feet away from me and then there was the boom! the ground shaked beneath my feet and the vibrations would of knocked any normal man down. Smoke then filled the air, the smoke was so thick that I couldn't even see my hands even if they were a few inches right in front of my face, once the smoke cleared however I saw twenty of the finest imperial soldiers surrounding me. these soldiers weren't ordinary, they wore the finest immaculate black armor and each had a skull and crossbones on their shoulders. This was the symbol for the infamous imperial commandos. The elite of the elite and made up of person who followed orders no matter how bad they could be. Each had a weapon in his hand and across the distance of the thirty or so soldiers that surrounded me I saw a officer who wore no helmet and had a just communication headset, he soon came to the front of these soldiers and said,

" you sir and your knights have been condemned for treason against our new mighty empire! however Cameron; the Emperor wants you alive, surrender now and you have your life for we have orders to kill you if you do not come peacefully." After these statements the officer disappeared in into the thick smoke and soldiers, I then said,

"I am Cameron Petrovich a Knight of Christ and it is in my utmost duty to stop evil wherever it should be I cannot surrender nor will I ever. I recommend that if you want to live that your men should retreat!"

shortly after I heard the utmost laughter from every side and across the distance I heard the officer say "Men, open fire and kill this fool" the combination of fiery lasers and bullets were coming at me and I instantly was able to slow everything down, the bullets were moving ever so slowly across the air and smoke. I reached out my hands and immediately a blue almost holographic bubble surrounded me, every time the bullets hit it-it immediately bounced back to the target it was fired from. With everything going so slowly around me I was able to see the grimacing smiles and looks that they gave me but they couldn't see what was actually going happen, one by one I watch each of those men fell. The last man standing was the officer who hadn't fired a single shot. He was dismayed at the sight of all of his men and couldn't believe what he had seen. I sensed that instead of the officer being mad, hateful and vengeful that he was sad, sorrowful and regretful. when I started to approach closer and closer to this man I for some reason could see what he was thinking, He was thinking of his wife and children and is wondering how they would be supported. he was thinking of how he joined the Imperial Army despite the pleadings of his wife. he was thinking of the innocent men he was forced to kill. This man was a good man despite what he said to me, he was a man who just wound up in the Imperial Army because that was the only job paying enough to support his family. When I came closer to him he pleaded and said to me,

" I am sorry for what ive done, I did this for my family I had no choice but to do this! I don't choose the missions!" I immediately replied, " I know what ye are and I promise I will not kill you but im going to haft to shoot you and knock you out. if you came out looking fresh the Empire will kill you."

before he could utter another sound I picked up a pistol right beside him shot him in the lower chest and leg which knocked him out. I immediately put my hands over him and a blue bright like aurora came pouring out and the wounds were healed just so that he wouldn't bleed to death. right before I was walking away I immediately heard a transport truck and screaming voices. quickly knowing what it was I decided to run away.

I kept on running and running , everything was going by in a blur because I was running so fast. I knew I had to go and stop somewhere I had nearly used up all my energy and I knew if I didn't stop I was bound to pass out. In the distance I saw a great forest that stretched through miles and miles east and west. I knew immediately it was the Ardennian forest and beyond that was the land of the north where most of the resistance had decided to keep their armies. (While the Empire still controls the North some say its only a matter of time before their scant forces are driven away, others say the resistance dosent even have enough power to do that. Right now though their headquarters is somewhere in the Ardennian forest.) I saw a small suburban town right outside the outskirts of the forest, it was on top of a hill and was surrounded by the forest on three sides. the houses were beautiful and had the utmost architecture each one was at least two stories and either had the typical slanted roofs or just a flat one. most of the houses were a pasty white or dark brown. there were two roads that were connected to the suburb one road lead from the suburb, through the middle of the hill and appeared to head south to the city of Venir which was at least a hours drive by car or a 15 minute drive by a air taxi. ( flying cars arent really practical since they cant be to heavy and are terrible expensive due to how inefficient they are with gas, the best models only get 10 miles to the gallon.) the other road went to the right of the city, through part of the forest and then turned north to the city of Allasia which is considered the first city of the North.





 ]]> Creative Writing newromansc http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?605347-The-Knights-of-Christ-(wip) The Words of War http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?605301-The-Words-of-War&goto=newpost Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:00:04 GMT The breathing air; whistles softly. The winds of sorrow; echos in agony. The...
The breathing air; whistles softly.
The winds of sorrow; echos in agony.
The red flag; stands happily.
The cries of men; grows loudly.
The blood of souls; drop sadly.
The blades of warriors; show their fiery.
The blossoms of beauty; beg for serenity.
Their final breaths,
Will be in history.

For Rome.

]]> Creative Writing theDaedricPrince http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?605301-The-Words-of-War Random Speech I made up http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?604962-Random-Speech-I-made-up&goto=newpost Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:40:44 GMT Men! You shall wield your blade with glory! With honour, and pride, we will... Men!
You shall wield your blade with glory!
With honour, and pride, we will be victorious!
And shall you remember what your sacrifice is for.
It isn't for the riches. It isn't for the greed. It's for Rome, and only for Rome!
Now show our enemies who you are!
Show them your fierce look,
Your fierce eyes,
And your thirst for blood!
For today, you will remember.
And so will many others.
You will remember that red is not but the color of our enemy's blood.
But the power of our nation!
The power we show today,
Will live for thousands of generations to come.
So remember,
Strength & Honour.
We will prevail.
Rome will prevail.
Rome will be glorious!
For Rome! ]]> Creative Writing theDaedricPrince http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?604962-Random-Speech-I-made-up Tales of Thera - Complete http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?604530-Tales-of-Thera-Complete&goto=newpost Thu, 13 Jun 2013 05:48:21 GMT Hello All I finally compiled my tale into one handy PDF for anyone who may... Hello All

I finally compiled my tale into one handy PDF for anyone who may be interested in reading it.

The tale was written over a 2 year period (much of the time I was sleep deprived due to my restless child).

It's a little long, about 112 pages but hopefully someone will enjoy it.

Kind Regards

Boris

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Thera has just awoken from the terror of the Great Torment. The land whispers of a new threat, the Song of War grows in tempo. The Dominion craves for new land and the destruction of the Romuli.

A mad Goddess has cast her shadow across the land as Empires are set upon a collision course that will lead to the end of many. Blood will flow and the stench of the dead will ride the winds for war has come to Thera again.
Attached Thumbnails
Tales of Thera - Complete.pdf  
]]> Creative Writing Borissomeone http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?604530-Tales-of-Thera-Complete Sky Demon - (Short or Long story) http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?604064-Sky-Demon-(Short-or-Long-story)&goto=newpost Mon, 10 Jun 2013 09:20:00 GMT *Prologue* I awoke from my dream with a start, still strapped to what I... Prologue


I awoke from my dream with a start, still strapped to what I can only describe as a gurney.


That same reoccurring nightmare had gripped me by the throat and tormented me with its ghastly visions yet again, for weeks it had claimed me. I know in my heart, the same heart that was now beating out of my chest that the dream is all to real, because even in my waking hours it is there to experiment on me and convince me that I will never be free of it.


It had all started so simply, just a country ride on my motorbike to clear my mind of Giselle. Even now her name spins its spell on me and makes me wish she was still mine, even after our break up had caused me to jump on my motorcycle and head out on the open road to meet my awful fate just as the dawn had broke on a clear and bright Nevada Spring morning. We had been high school sweethearts, everyone had expected us to get engaged, settle down, get married and have kids, grandkids and so on. But then Jake came to town, passing through in a jet red Porsche on his way to California, all Hollywood smiles, fake tan, six-pack and a wallet the size of the Mojave.


Giselle had dropped me on the spot. So I had beat the hell out of Jake, so that his Hollywood smile was now missing a couple of teeth and then had ridden away leaving Giselle to hurl abuse at me as I roared off on my bike into the dawn.


If I’m honest I kind of knew that she wanted more, it wasn’t Jake’s money that had turned her head, it was the chance of getting away from small town life, where everybody knows you and everybody knows your business. Stifling is what she once called it, at the time I could see what she meant, but I thought it was just words.


Now I would give anything to be ‘stifled’ by small time life, because now the dream is real, now I am the lab rat of the Sky Demon. ]]> Creative Writing Rex Anglorvm http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?604064-Sky-Demon-(Short-or-Long-story) <![CDATA[Short story : The King's Cousin & The battle of Mbindizi River]]> http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?602106-Short-story-The-King-s-Cousin-amp-The-battle-of-Mbindizi-River&goto=newpost Sun, 26 May 2013 14:37:09 GMT I am preparing this for the writers competition, and would you any kind of... I am preparing this for the writers competition, and would you any kind of input about the style and the story, it is just a short about a famous battle in XV century Angola.

This is the first half were I try to set the setting and characters, I still need to finish the second half and maybe need to add some more characters.

Here you go then :

The King's Cousin : Mbindizi River rematch.


It is often said that time is money, however saying so doesn't say how cheap or expensive it is. What is half-day worth ? Sure a laborer would know because his pay depended on, but the stares of his colleagues gave to Miguel the impression that being a day too short cost him his honor, as the shame of being the captain of the only pristine batallion on the now retreating Soyo forces was crushing his shoulder. The Count and his Fidalgos had already departed in the morning with the pieces of artillery and the heretics, leaving his close adviser X to orginize the retreat of the rest of the force and prevent them from melting away in the landscape. Dozens of his colleagues were carried by their servants in makeship stretches, those who could walk had their shirts, armor and weapons stained in blood, not of the enemy but of their fellow fidalgos and retinue, while some had been captured by the enemy to an uncertain fate, and further away a priest was administering the extreme auction to a few damned souls before they were put to the ground. The commoners had all but evaporated, some fleeing north deeper into Soyo and others marching south to beg for the mercy of the heathen portuguese and their dogs. It was certainly painful to remain unscanted in this sea of grief, anger, and despair, so He had his servants melt some more bullets and his captain practice swordplay with some of green among the retinue, maybe to give some semblance of being in a war, but soon the charade was interupted by a mensager as the Prince requested him at once.


The weapons and armor became progressively heavier as the climate went from the sweet breeze of the morning to the crushing weight of the sun as it sat on the peak of the sky, but by then they had reached their destination and overlooked the valley below. Miguel was given command of the rear action as Captain of a force of four fidalgos and their retinue, partly because of his lord confidence that his education in Sao Tome would allow him to deal with the cavalry said to be part of the raiding party, however He knew that the cost of shipping the animals from Brazil meant that they wouldn't use be used against such small sardine as him but this being his first command it would be innapropriate to contractidict his Lord. But as the these and and others thought run trough his mind for a couple of minutes the enemy finally emerged from across the valley , and moments later a messenger run across asking for talks with the captain.


Roughly equal forces sat at the top of opposing hills as their captains, accompanied by a handful of body guards, met at the bottom of the valey under a imbondeiro for palaver.


I, Joao da Silva, Capitan under order of Don Y, by the Grace of the Lord Almighty, King of Portugal, Brazil, and Angola, as the portuguese gesticulated with all sorts of maneirism mimicking spanish etiquete, and I hereby came to request that you repent from your actions and denounce the depraved actions of the prince of Soyo.


I, Miguel da Cabra, Capitan under order of Don X, by the Grace of the Lord Almigty, rightful King of Kongo, declare to you that no man puts arms and armor to surrender, but the solemnity of the speech was lost in the last syllabes as one of the opposing bodyguards was attracting His eyes. For some reason this particular one was different from the other, his height, his skin paintings and then a convulsion ran through his body when the nature of the bones pendant he was wearing became clear in Miguel's mind. I see that you brough your dogs along, He said refering to the spear wielding men.


Well you must understand that I cant' always controll them, his counterpart remarked as a smirk ran across the face as he presented a shield to Miguel, we got a few of those from those surrendered to us at Mbidizi river and I think that you will need it.


Keep it, Miguel shortly interrupted, as you will need it when I will come for your head after I gut these dogs of yours. The smirk became a wide smiles before asking if this was a challenge to a duel, but no more words as muskets and swords would now settle the day. ]]> Creative Writing Menelik_I http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?602106-Short-story-The-King-s-Cousin-amp-The-battle-of-Mbindizi-River <![CDATA[[POEM] The New Age of Poetry: Humor!]]> http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?601634-POEM-The-New-Age-of-Poetry-Humor!&goto=newpost Wed, 22 May 2013 10:50:47 GMT Okay guys, so today we will begin the poetic revolution! This is the time we... Okay guys, so today we will begin the poetic revolution! This is the time we can switch the poetic idea to that of laughing out of your wits today!

Okay, the following is a quick piece of work done by be, this is not "super awesome literature" or even a major funny edge, more like one made for 7-year olds, but then you have got to walk before you run, and I am still crawling!

" Bad days have come, and gone
But never had they stayed for long
Stupid I was to ignore the signs
To skip happily out of sight
But who was I to challenge the times
When darkness have surrounded by thighs
I wake up one day and had a ache in my neck
Strange it was because before, never had I experienced this foe
I ignored it and jumped off, only to land on my bedroom floor
I Cursed this and cursed that, to find I was laying on the wrong side of the prop
Scared and frightened, was what I was
I got up and found out, the bedroom door was locked
God tell that how would I, get out safe and sound
I knocked and yelled, but nobody came out
Finally frustrated, I tried to break the door
Something did break, but not the door
It was toe and I also my faith
So I fell again on the floor
But this time wasn't so lucky; because I landed on a up-turned doll
I screamed like hell and ran wildly
Just to fell out of the darned hole
The hole was my window, so I landed out on the yard
And almost break my back-bone
I got up and looked around, nobody was at home
I decided it was time, to sleep under the dirty bush
I woke up next morning, victory in my veins
I was spiked and cut, and neither did I care
Because the bad day had came and gone
How wrong was I, I soon found out
Because I realized I wasn't wearing anything
And people came up and started laughing madly
Causing me to run madly around my house
To find out that the front-door was unlocked
I ran inside and shut the door
Then hid underneath the couch
"


You opinions on how could I improve this. (PS I know this is pretty bad) ]]> Creative Writing Ussaid_modder http://www.twcenter.net/forums/showthread.php?601634-POEM-The-New-Age-of-Poetry-Humor!