On a cloudy autumn morning, a black-hooded figure walks down a darkened road towards an Egyptian patrol. The patrol consists of 3 spearman, each a new recruit trying to stay warm in the autumn wind. The notice the figure. Soldier 1: Halt! Who goes there? GM: (In Egyptian) Ah, Private, it is good to hear the Queen's Egyptian again. I have spent the last 2 weeks in the land of the heathen Fanatican dogs, scouting for a countattack to push their main assault off-balance. Tell me, is Commander Nassar around? I must give him this report... The man reaches into his cloak as though to pull out a scouting report, but instead draws his sword from its scabbard and with one fluid motion severs the head of one spearman. The other two spearman are in shock, but one quickly recovers and attempts to bring his spear to bare. But he is not fast enough, and receives a sword through the chest, followed by a swordstroke that shatters his shoulder. Finally the other patrolman recovers and thrusts with his spear, only for it to be cut in half by the lone swordsman. The spearman ttries desperately to protect himself with a shield, but it is beaten away and he too eventually succumbs to the onslaught. This done, the Fanatican warrior wipes the blood from his sword on the tunic of a dead Egyptian, and rifles through their clothing until he finds what he was looking for. A map of the surrounding area, showing the location of Egyptina patrols to be avoided and more importantly an Egyptian light cavalry camp to the northwest. The Fanatican places this map in his cloak and continues up the road to the northwest, into the heart of danger and the home of glory. OOC: Folks, this is my attempt at starting a pass-along story to revive this RPG. The rules are simple: post a chapter continuing the last person's post, and leave yours open-ended so people can add to it. Anybody can join at any time. This is about a jounrey through the Egyptian war zone, so please try not to get too far off topic. And finally, don't kill other characters without their permission, s'alright?