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Heres a small excerpt that I have. How do you guys like it?
The shores of the Bosporus
A small group of 100 men stood on a plain outside their village. All along the line there was a babble of voices.
"What are the Scythians doing here? The raiding season is over!" Said one of the few men affluent enough to own bronze armor.
"We haven't seen a raid this far inland since my fathers time." said another man-this time unarmored except for a cloth shirt.
"look out on the horizon." Screamed another.
A cloud of dust was steadily making its way across the field. As the storm of dirt came closer the militia took formation. Spears jutted outwards, those that had shields lifted them up, and every man tried to steady themselves for the upcoming attack. The Greeks braced for a charge. But suddenly the horsemen stopped.
One man rode out. His armor was elaborately adorned with golden scales and around his neck there was a shining gem.
"I come in the name of the Lord of Lords. Lay down your arms, accept the Lord's taxes and you will not be harmed. Do otherwise and we shall slaughter you to the last man."
"Shut up with your theatrics you barbarian. We have defeated you pitiful women before. How about this you leave and we don't slaughter you." shouted the Greek's leader.
"Hmmp. So you don't believe me then." The Scythian tossed a sack into the Greek line. The entire Greek line trembled. Inside the sack was the head of a local farmer, hollowed out and made into a wine skin.
A lone militia man cried out, "You Horse Fucker!" and threw a javelin at the Scythian emissary. It missed the mark, landing right in front of the man. The rider turned round and raised his hand. At that moment the Sythians raised their bows.