Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25906033-20141221230148

During dusk, I was finishing up hunting for my village. We were in the middle of Germania, our tribe were diplomats and defenders, farmers and sheep herders.



Once night fell upon us, I heard the sound of civilians crying and running, smelling fire. So, I rushed to my village, and saw once brave men, warriors; being slain and cut down by men painted in black, black faces, blank expressions, with black shields. Their archers burning the village with arrows tipped with fire. One girl, about fourteen; was hit by the arrow of an Archer in her shoulder, she fell to her knees and onto her back. I watched in stunned silence, People being dragged away, our homes burning down, cattle being herded, and guard dogs being killed.



I looked over to the east, towards an archer on a cliff; I ducked to the left to dodge an arrow that nearly grazed my cheek. I ran away, adrenaline pumping through my veins, away from the bloodshed and carnage. Running through a forest, past trees, leaves hitting my torso. I saw a group of a dozen survivors in a middle of a clear plain, and ran over to them; but before I could reach them, they were cut down and shot by twenty or forty black shields.

They were also dragged away, I hid behind a tree; I knew I would be hunted me till my death, so I followed them; I knew I couldn't outrun them, so I felt I could get some answers before I was killed.

An hour or so later, I stumbled upon their camp, four wooden huts with bamboo fences. All of the people of my former village were being pulled into the camp, and piled onto each other. They were all dumped into a pile. I saw some sort of deity; a woman, floating off the ground, with black hair, a black dress that draped down to her ankles, and a black sword. A body was placed at her feet.

She spoke in a tongue I had never heard, “osrah mata, doon glata, masateria” and stabbed the body, then pulled the sword out. Performing this to all of my former townspeople.

What was odd is that they stood up, their skin turned black, and their faces motionless. This fate would befall me, I tried to run, but I ended up running into the torso of a black shield who had snuck up on me. He picked me up by my throat, stabbed me in my chest, and threw me to the ground; I gasped for air, and fell unconscious.

(Thanks for any help!)  