baseballpie
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Wonderful weather I'm having today. (A.K.A. Lightning)
Well, here is the update. Sorry about the wait
It was a few hour until Cyrus emerged from the hut. He allowed his group to amble around the village for some while. Obzoros talked with the local priest. Bagdates was trying to impress the locals. Oarses sampled their food. Arses and Mardonius talked with the local craftsman. Everyone was having a great time. Except Tiribazus. He just seemed to stand there, in the middle of the village. Meanwhile, Koruse came up to Cyrus, “What did you two talk about?” “This,” he said, holding up a small piece of papyrus, “A map.” “We talked about it, and he told me about a peoples some of his explorers have met during their travels. They call themselves the Madai.”
It was a few hour until Cyrus emerged from the hut. He allowed his group to amble around the village for some while. Obzoros talked with the local priest. Bagdates was trying to impress the locals. Oarses sampled their food. Arses and Mardonius talked with the local craftsman. Everyone was having a great time. Except Tiribazus. He just seemed to stand there, in the middle of the village. Meanwhile, Koruse came up to Cyrus, “What did you two talk about?” “This,” he said, holding up a small piece of papyrus, “A map.” “We talked about it, and he told me about a peoples some of his explorers have met during their travels. They call themselves the Madai.”
“And Cyrus,” Koruse added, “There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you about.” “Yes?” Cyrus asked. “About your daughter,” he said, “She is almost 18 years old. Why have you not chosen her suitor?” Cyrus waited for a few seconds, “I see where you are going, Koruse. She is just a very independent woman,” he said, looking over toward Artazostra, who was talking with the craftsman. “She will fight me every step of the way.”
After several days, the party of scouts would have to leave. However, Cyrus had managed to convince seven Assyrians to come with them. They trekked for some time, until they reached a particularly large river. They were walking beside the river when they spotted something. Standing on a large boulder overlooking the river on the other bank, was a majestic, fierce, lion. The group kept their distance, but not much, due to the fact the lion was on the other side of the river. But they got too close. The lion jumped, and in one swift motion, bounded over the stream.
Everyone was shocked and frozen in fear. The lion attacked. It first went after Cyrus, slashed him with its claws, and he fell unconscious.
Hours later, Cyrus was awoken by Artazostra. “He’s up,” she announced to the group- or what was left of it. Three Assyrians had been killed, including Shalmaneser, one of the more important ones. Oarses had fled into the forest, but hadn’t been found. Bagdates had been the first killed. Gobryas had killed Mardonius when his spear missed the lion and hit him. Tiribazus had died fighting the lion and Arses had finished the job. Cyrus had lost 8 people to the lion, and now had a group of 9. After burying their dead, the group trekked on, but to where? They were completely lost.
Well, here is the update. Sorry about the wait
It was a few hour until Cyrus emerged from the hut. He allowed his group to amble around the village for some while. Obzoros talked with the local priest. Bagdates was trying to impress the locals. Oarses sampled their food. Arses and Mardonius talked with the local craftsman. Everyone was having a great time. Except Tiribazus. He just seemed to stand there, in the middle of the village. Meanwhile, Koruse came up to Cyrus, “What did you two talk about?” “This,” he said, holding up a small piece of papyrus, “A map.” “We talked about it, and he told me about a peoples some of his explorers have met during their travels. They call themselves the Madai.”
It was a few hour until Cyrus emerged from the hut. He allowed his group to amble around the village for some while. Obzoros talked with the local priest. Bagdates was trying to impress the locals. Oarses sampled their food. Arses and Mardonius talked with the local craftsman. Everyone was having a great time. Except Tiribazus. He just seemed to stand there, in the middle of the village. Meanwhile, Koruse came up to Cyrus, “What did you two talk about?” “This,” he said, holding up a small piece of papyrus, “A map.” “We talked about it, and he told me about a peoples some of his explorers have met during their travels. They call themselves the Madai.”
“And Cyrus,” Koruse added, “There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you about.” “Yes?” Cyrus asked. “About your daughter,” he said, “She is almost 18 years old. Why have you not chosen her suitor?” Cyrus waited for a few seconds, “I see where you are going, Koruse. She is just a very independent woman,” he said, looking over toward Artazostra, who was talking with the craftsman. “She will fight me every step of the way.”
After several days, the party of scouts would have to leave. However, Cyrus had managed to convince seven Assyrians to come with them. They trekked for some time, until they reached a particularly large river. They were walking beside the river when they spotted something. Standing on a large boulder overlooking the river on the other bank, was a majestic, fierce, lion. The group kept their distance, but not much, due to the fact the lion was on the other side of the river. But they got too close. The lion jumped, and in one swift motion, bounded over the stream.
Everyone was shocked and frozen in fear. The lion attacked. It first went after Cyrus, slashed him with its claws, and he fell unconscious.
Hours later, Cyrus was awoken by Artazostra. “He’s up,” she announced to the group- or what was left of it. Three Assyrians had been killed, including Shalmaneser, one of the more important ones. Oarses had fled into the forest, but hadn’t been found. Bagdates had been the first killed. Gobryas had killed Mardonius when his spear missed the lion and hit him. Tiribazus had died fighting the lion and Arses had finished the job. Cyrus had lost 8 people to the lion, and now had a group of 9. After burying their dead, the group trekked on, but to where? They were completely lost.