I'd like Mordecai to be looking at Mount of Olives. I assume that's the direction the Crusaders are attacking from.
Other than that, I don't mind :D
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Hmm. It would be cool to suddenly have it sprung on us. It would be beneficial to some people to have time to prepare.
Mordecai nodded understandingly. Clearly, the girl was uncomfortable - it would not be prudent to go on about her, condition, if that was the right word.
He raised his eyes skyward, and noticed that already the first faint tint of the dawn was appearing in the eastern sky. His staff felt heavy in his hand, and he realised that he hadn't slept all night.
"The Crusader Army won't wait forever." murmured Mordecai. In a louder voice he said; "Swift you must be if you are to find your parents before daybreak. The city is under attack, and the victor's identity will decide the future of the Holy Land."
With that, he gathered up his robes and turned from the group, his eyes fixed on the Mount of Olives in the distance. Hastily constructed tents and workshops were pitched almost at random on its lower slopes, but the Christian force had not touched the crest of the hill. It was considered a Holy place, and both Jews and Christians held it in high esteem. They would not dare to camp on the height.
He raised his eyes skyward, and noticed that already the first faint tint of the dawn was appearing in the eastern sky. His staff felt heavy in his hand, and he realised that he hadn't slept all night.
"The Crusader Army won't wait forever." murmured Mordecai. In a louder voice he said; "Swift you must be if you are to find your parents before daybreak. The city is under attack, and the victor's identity will decide the future of the Holy Land."
With that, he gathered up his robes and turned from the group, his eyes fixed on the Mount of Olives in the distance. Hastily constructed tents and workshops were pitched almost at random on its lower slopes, but the Christian force had not touched the crest of the hill. It was considered a Holy place, and both Jews and Christians held it in high esteem. They would not dare to camp on the height.
Me too.
Will post soon. So many,people at the tree now 0_0
Okay, you guys have all posted now. Should I post?
And I'm assuming that the invasion will begin at any moment. How soon will it be?
And I'm assuming that the invasion will begin at any moment. How soon will it be?
Okay, will do in future. I really should have thought of that 
"Peace child. I wish you no harm." said Mordecai quietly. "I sense no demon within you. If it is this singing that troubles you, do not fear. They are no words of witchcraft. Whatever it may be, the Saints were human too. They cannot help you. If indeed you need help at all!". He paused to stroke his beard, re-angling his stave to support his body weight.
"I was gifted greatly by the Lord. Miracles, healing and discretion, I retained from the line of my forefathers. The former two gifts vanished from most believers - God only gave them to achieve great things for the Church. Therefore, I have always known that one day, I will achieve something important." Mordecai leaned closer. "Discretion is the gift concerning you. And there is nothing, I repeat nothing, that could link these ballads to any sort of unclean spirit."
"I was gifted greatly by the Lord. Miracles, healing and discretion, I retained from the line of my forefathers. The former two gifts vanished from most believers - God only gave them to achieve great things for the Church. Therefore, I have always known that one day, I will achieve something important." Mordecai leaned closer. "Discretion is the gift concerning you. And there is nothing, I repeat nothing, that could link these ballads to any sort of unclean spirit."
I guess it's all a matter of opinion. I basically like drawing arrows on maps :D
In year 8, we were allowed to make our own plans to invade France - we were playing the part of Nazi Germany. I chose to invade Luxembourg so that the French would send more troops to the Maginot Line, and then I snuck round, marched through Belgium and took Paris :D
*everyone stares oddly*
In year 8, we were allowed to make our own plans to invade France - we were playing the part of Nazi Germany. I chose to invade Luxembourg so that the French would send more troops to the Maginot Line, and then I snuck round, marched through Belgium and took Paris :D
*everyone stares oddly*
Mordecai whipped his staff round, pointing it directly at the girl. The knight's comments were almost unheard - the child could be dangerous.
The end of his stave glinted in the moonlight. Unbeknownst to most, embedded in the tip was a splinter of the Cross. How he came about it, he would never tell. But what it could do - well, that was a different matter.
He studied her eyes, her face, her small, concerned movements. Deadly silence descended on the four, including the dragon. Then his own eyes widened in realisation.
"Child." He whispered - in Latin, it was evident that she was European. "Forgive me. You are no sorceress." Mordecai paused, and took a breath. "Yet there is something strange about you, something, different." To the man he turned, and said; "Worthy Knight, my deepest apologies. I thought you were in danger." He marked with favour the cross on his breast.
To the dragon, he said; "Nobel dragon, excuse my rudeness. Greetings, I am Mordecai. I am sure you can decipher from what language my name comes from. Please, do not spread it around!"
The end of his stave glinted in the moonlight. Unbeknownst to most, embedded in the tip was a splinter of the Cross. How he came about it, he would never tell. But what it could do - well, that was a different matter.
He studied her eyes, her face, her small, concerned movements. Deadly silence descended on the four, including the dragon. Then his own eyes widened in realisation.
"Child." He whispered - in Latin, it was evident that she was European. "Forgive me. You are no sorceress." Mordecai paused, and took a breath. "Yet there is something strange about you, something, different." To the man he turned, and said; "Worthy Knight, my deepest apologies. I thought you were in danger." He marked with favour the cross on his breast.
To the dragon, he said; "Nobel dragon, excuse my rudeness. Greetings, I am Mordecai. I am sure you can decipher from what language my name comes from. Please, do not spread it around!"
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