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 Archangels of the Sword, Volume 6,  by Jacob Malewitz Age of Empires Win 2 Franks, 5trill Chapter 2: Bringing Thunder … I look up at the fiery eyes of the green knyght in the painting. Something changes: the clouds move, the walls of order are broken. I feel I am falling yet I cannot understand why. It’s as though I am being punished for something outside of my scope. I had thought that Francis was a devoutly Christian man: I had always seen him reading scripted bibles after all. But when he said we needed a Druid for this journey I was more than a little surprised. Bringing a priest on a journey is one thing, bringing a druid into any affair is in my experience quite another. “Trust me, lord, he will be the key to finding your father.” I didn’t want to know much more, but, of course, I had to hear the whole story.             Francis had met the druid after his travels in Babylon with my father. They...

Archangels of the Sword, Sample 4, Arcadian Knyghts, Legend of Avalon City by JFM Chapter 3: The one-eyed merchant I feel the tremors. Hear the screaming. Scattered through it all I see legions of an army of knyghts in red, green, black, and blue. These knyghts look bigger than normal. They are beasts of men, with cold eyes and tightened fists, and as I stare I hear a voice saying numbers out loud. Africa had been called a wasteland by many before me. My teacher, Guyus, had different views. I could remember the words so well … “It be a rich land of a rich people. Some will go against this, and you shouldn’t tell, but I believe that is where all tribes originally came from.” “What of the belief of Christ?” I tried to show knowledge of scripture, which usually enticed Guyus to tell stories of things in the bible that, though false, had true connotations. “Christ was not a white man, no matter what they tell you. They sought out the homeland of Christianity in the crus...

 Archangels of the Sword, Second Sample By JFM, Chow Yo-Fat Xavier Xu 50 50 10 Chaldean War Grapher, Akkadian War Lancers Chapter 2: Bringing Thunder … I look up at the fiery eyes of the green knyght in the painting. Something changes: the clouds move, the walls of order are broken. I feel I am falling yet I cannot understand why. It’s as though I am being punished for something outside of my scope. I had thought that Francis was a devoutly Christian man: I had always seen him reading scripted bibles after all. But when he said we needed a Druid for this journey I was more than a little surprised. Bringing a priest on a journey is one thing, bringing a druid into any affair is in my experience quite another. “Trust me, lord, he will be the key to finding your father.” I didn’t want to know much more, but, of course, I had to hear the whole story.             Francis had met the druid after his travels in Bab...

Let me tell you what chaos is. Chaos is the absence of God. We all hear stories of magic and chaos, demons from the other side playing with men like toys. It has happened throughout history. I thought hard on chaos being the absence of God, a line my father instilled in me many times in the past. As I thought of this, I approached Francis’ room in our castle. Being a Welsh bowman in the Norman empire be a rich trade, as archers talented with the long bow are in high demand. They can shatter legions of charging knyghts with the flick of their wrists. The long bow is the strongest weapon here in Europa. Saying that, I had heard stories of different kinds of weapons in the Yin empire. But let me tell you about this bowman, and I will relate my thoughts on sorcery at a later point. Francis was a man of Christian blood who would have followed my father into the gates of hell. He would face just about anything save the pope if my father desired it. Ever since my mother’s death, he h...

  “And they came at night, the warriors in black with the swords of light, keeping the forces of evil at bay, and they sought to change the world by day.”   -- Norman Poet Chapter 1: The Scrivener   …The dream changes. I find myself at a wooden table. There is a green knyght here. I wish I was having a normal dream, not another of this knyght. Another painting is behind him and at first I think it be a woman’s visage. I look closer and see an angel with dark eyes, a sword in her hand, like a warrior from the side of satan. How could I confuse the two? This is an evil archangel; there is no doubt. Who is this green knyght? “William are you listening?” My hands were tight on the old oak table. I tried not to sound confused. “Yes, I am listening, Guyus.” “We were talking about your favorite story … or at least trying to. Since these lessons have continued, you seem to grow more bored with every new discussion.” “Gowain and the Green Knyght. That be my...