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Today was the day. All the house was decorated accordingly to the festivity to come. Fred was about to turn 10.
The decorations weren't many, nor they were lush. Fred's family was going through a rough time. They had seen better years. The weather had not been on their side for a while and the farm was starting to feel it pretty bad.
Be as it may, Fred couldn't be any happier. Today was the day his father was going to teach him something completely new. Something that had nothing to do with crops, caws nor horses. Something that one day was going to take him away from that poverty and into the real world. Fred was about to learn the art of war.
By xan186
The decorations weren't many, nor they were lush. Fred's family was going through a rough time. They had seen better years. The weather had not been on their side for a while and the farm was starting to feel it pretty bad.
Be as it may, Fred couldn't be any happier. Today was the day his father was going to teach him something completely new. Something that had nothing to do with crops, caws nor horses. Something that one day was going to take him away from that poverty and into the real world. Fred was about to learn the art of war.
By xan186
It was getting dark that night, and the tension was growing. The group of farming militia, armed with only a couple of pitchforks and knives were standing by the gates of the city, waiting for the attack to come. For the group of inexperienced farmhands, the tension was killing them. Then again, better than being torn apart by the poison-dripping mouths of Cerberus. All that the farmers could do was wait for the cold kiss of death at the hands of the enemy.
I was utterly terrified. When first we had been told about the attack, I immediately joined the cause. Death or glory, I had said to my wife, who looked at me with tears in her eyes. Some men, those that were lucky, had been trained as swordsmen, however, for the most of us, there was neither time nor resources. I looked to my side, and saw the lad that I had just been talking with, a young man from the local farming village, trembling with fear. I looked across the harbour, across the mass of biremes and the now unmanned lightships, seen to be too much of a risk as a defensive weapon. They wouldn't help us though. Only the mass of archers that manned our walls- the great city walls- would be of any help against a land attack.
suddenly, the great gates heaved as a barking or a braying like that of Thanatos himself made itself clear. The gates crashed like the tide over the harbour, and after one- two- three- crashes and a great groaning fell apart and I saw the terrible hellhound. I shook with fear as I saw the lad by my side torn apart and the men in front of me die. It lunged at me, and I shut my eyes, waiting to be sent to this creature's master, but nothing happened. As I looked up, I saw that it was now nothing more than a stone statue. Fearing my fate might be the same if I looked back, I held my pitchfork tighter in my hands and charged.
By Ultimatus821
I was utterly terrified. When first we had been told about the attack, I immediately joined the cause. Death or glory, I had said to my wife, who looked at me with tears in her eyes. Some men, those that were lucky, had been trained as swordsmen, however, for the most of us, there was neither time nor resources. I looked to my side, and saw the lad that I had just been talking with, a young man from the local farming village, trembling with fear. I looked across the harbour, across the mass of biremes and the now unmanned lightships, seen to be too much of a risk as a defensive weapon. They wouldn't help us though. Only the mass of archers that manned our walls- the great city walls- would be of any help against a land attack.
suddenly, the great gates heaved as a barking or a braying like that of Thanatos himself made itself clear. The gates crashed like the tide over the harbour, and after one- two- three- crashes and a great groaning fell apart and I saw the terrible hellhound. I shook with fear as I saw the lad by my side torn apart and the men in front of me die. It lunged at me, and I shut my eyes, waiting to be sent to this creature's master, but nothing happened. As I looked up, I saw that it was now nothing more than a stone statue. Fearing my fate might be the same if I looked back, I held my pitchfork tighter in my hands and charged.
By Ultimatus821
"Line up men" cried an exhausted commander. It was three days since fighting broke out between the city states of Cebus and Thesos. However, the war was soon drawing to a close as Thesos was beginning to lose all hope. An agricultural town rather than a city, the town refused to pay taxes to Cebus and wanted an end to the tyranny of their leader Prince Kyros. Cebus was part of an alliance named as the Cronos League, one of the many alliances of cities trying to control Grepolis.
The next day fighting halted as the leaders of Cebus and the elders of Thesos began talks of surrender. "Surrender now or I will slaughter all of your women, children and men! exlaimed the hot tempered prince. The elder replied swiftly "And who will plow your fields and tend to your harvest?". Thesos lost many men in the fighting, most of whom were farmers and not much able bodied men remained. A mysterious man stepped forwarded, shrouded in his black cloak he paused and then spoke "Why not single combat. Three of you finest warriors shall fight. Both parties pondered on this. It was decided for the evening, under the agreement of fairer terms and no harm to the losing side.
The bad handling of this war made Cebus lose face in the league. Kyros attempted to make amends by allowing his champion to eliminate the warriors of Thesos in a sow of strength, until it was time for the third warrior to prove his worth. The village idiot fred was chosen and the elders lost all hope. Fred who came from a family ensnared in debt to temple of Athena, a sum of which he could not count. Tricked into believing 10 gold was a lot, he stepped forward. "Who goes" cried the champion.
"I am Fred the Farmer, son of John the Farmer"
By Queen Tzuyu
The next day fighting halted as the leaders of Cebus and the elders of Thesos began talks of surrender. "Surrender now or I will slaughter all of your women, children and men! exlaimed the hot tempered prince. The elder replied swiftly "And who will plow your fields and tend to your harvest?". Thesos lost many men in the fighting, most of whom were farmers and not much able bodied men remained. A mysterious man stepped forwarded, shrouded in his black cloak he paused and then spoke "Why not single combat. Three of you finest warriors shall fight. Both parties pondered on this. It was decided for the evening, under the agreement of fairer terms and no harm to the losing side.
The bad handling of this war made Cebus lose face in the league. Kyros attempted to make amends by allowing his champion to eliminate the warriors of Thesos in a sow of strength, until it was time for the third warrior to prove his worth. The village idiot fred was chosen and the elders lost all hope. Fred who came from a family ensnared in debt to temple of Athena, a sum of which he could not count. Tricked into believing 10 gold was a lot, he stepped forward. "Who goes" cried the champion.
"I am Fred the Farmer, son of John the Farmer"
By Queen Tzuyu
"Pfft. Farming is so boring." Fred exclaimed as he took his hoe and stared at it as he held it upright. He looked at the tall wooden pole and saw it as a partner, a dancing partner rather than the farming tool it was. "I want to dance!" He shouted loud enough to startle the birds in the field, this cause the flock to all all take flight. Fred then took his new dancing partner and danced in the middle of the field to silent music.
"What are you doing?" Fred's father asked him when he came out to check on the commotion. "You are supposed to be working the fields, not dancing in them! No son of mine will do something as frivolous as dancing. I knew it was a mistake to let you attend that parade!" Fred's father walked up to him and took the hoe he was holding and said "Now see how hard it is to do your work without tools since you have time to play around."
Fred watched his father walk away. His father may have regretted allowing Fred to go to his first victory parade, but he really had no choice. The parade was specifically him honor of the militia, in which both Fred and his father were apart of so attendance was mandatory. It was however the place were Fred fell in love. He fell in love with dance!
By .magick.
"What are you doing?" Fred's father asked him when he came out to check on the commotion. "You are supposed to be working the fields, not dancing in them! No son of mine will do something as frivolous as dancing. I knew it was a mistake to let you attend that parade!" Fred's father walked up to him and took the hoe he was holding and said "Now see how hard it is to do your work without tools since you have time to play around."
Fred watched his father walk away. His father may have regretted allowing Fred to go to his first victory parade, but he really had no choice. The parade was specifically him honor of the militia, in which both Fred and his father were apart of so attendance was mandatory. It was however the place were Fred fell in love. He fell in love with dance!
By .magick.
Fred is a 35 years old farmer living in the city of Titania. His father wished him to join the army as a swordsman. His father Arnold gave his life defending an allied city nearby. He wishes to be just like his father. But unfortunately his days never came and his talents on the swords, were suppressed by fate. He works hard on his farm to support the population alongside 374 other farmers.
His days as a farmer were not very happy. The city owner held the city in a complete whimsical way. The owner was an independent living guy who did not believe in alliances and recruited only slingers. But due to being a one-city-holder, he had morale advantages over many large owners around. So other players often spelled different spells on the city rather than taking risk of attacking him. It would generally affect the farmers like Fred. This year his farm had to face many lightning bolts, plagues etc.
Fred always used to pray to Hera, for happiness in his city. Once the opposite of happiness, began. Or it might be the start of a new life for Fred. The city began to face continuous attacks from nearby cities. All the walls were gone, all the resources as well. At the moment, everyone noticed a colony ship far in the horizon of the sea. The city owner, asked for help here and there, and got one reply from a stranger "Arm militia at the last moment to have some chance." Thus he called upon his farmers to take a stand. 375 farmers came out with whatever they had, Fred was there, holding his sickle. This time, a light of hope was seen in his eye, hoping he stand in front of an colony ship escort army. Then came the flying harpies just before CS, all hopes lost. City had a new owner after 12 hours. Fred recovered from the scratches of the Harpies by then. The new owner called for recruiting swordsman, Fred stood first in the line, hoping this time, he could live his father's glory.
By Galib Abrar
His days as a farmer were not very happy. The city owner held the city in a complete whimsical way. The owner was an independent living guy who did not believe in alliances and recruited only slingers. But due to being a one-city-holder, he had morale advantages over many large owners around. So other players often spelled different spells on the city rather than taking risk of attacking him. It would generally affect the farmers like Fred. This year his farm had to face many lightning bolts, plagues etc.
Fred always used to pray to Hera, for happiness in his city. Once the opposite of happiness, began. Or it might be the start of a new life for Fred. The city began to face continuous attacks from nearby cities. All the walls were gone, all the resources as well. At the moment, everyone noticed a colony ship far in the horizon of the sea. The city owner, asked for help here and there, and got one reply from a stranger "Arm militia at the last moment to have some chance." Thus he called upon his farmers to take a stand. 375 farmers came out with whatever they had, Fred was there, holding his sickle. This time, a light of hope was seen in his eye, hoping he stand in front of an colony ship escort army. Then came the flying harpies just before CS, all hopes lost. City had a new owner after 12 hours. Fred recovered from the scratches of the Harpies by then. The new owner called for recruiting swordsman, Fred stood first in the line, hoping this time, he could live his father's glory.
By Galib Abrar
The farm stood to the left of the senate, behind the marketplace. Fred was perched in the back, tending to the cows and chickens. He remembered that dreadful April 1st when the aliens stole his cows. It gave him shivers just to think of it. As he stood, lining fresh bedding for the cattle he heard a furious crashing sound. Poseidon’s fury rose from the depths, destroying 3 tiers of the city wall. The once full level 25 wall now was crushed, reduced to a mere level 22. Then came the catapults. Grimacing, Fred watched helplessly as his friends working on the wall were destroyed by the fierce, deadly catapults. Fred ducked for cover, as a stone hail came raining down upon the city, damaging the level of the timber camp and marketplace. The gods seemed to be against him, Zeus sent forth might lightning bolts to the city, reducing buildings to rubble, and Hades brought a horrible pestilence upon the land, causing the workers to fell faint, and work with less vigour. The Colony Ship landed, and Fred was treated brutally for 12 hours, until finally, the troops left, and a new more active ruler was in control of the city.
Months passed and before Fred knew it, he had been conscripted as a captain of a light ship army. The hydras came and destroyed his fleet and Fred was reincarnated. He rejoined the farm, watching his friends be recruiting as swordsmen, and being instantaneously completed with gold, 5 minutes and 1 second before an attack. He was immediately conscripted for the militia, angrily barricading doors and lining the walls brandishing pitchforks. He watched his friend Petros, being torn apart by a manticore, and countless other militia members being killed. He survived by hiding in the cave, crouched between barrels of resources. After seeing these horrible deeds, Fred never wanted to become a soldier. However, when he met Jason, the new hero in town he was overwhelmed by the divine aura, and the plentiful loot that Jason would bring back to the city. Jason persuaded him to sign up for the army, but Fred would never forget his first sight in the barracks. 55 of his friends were taken, to be turned into an Erynes, their eyes turning hollow, their bodies ceasing to exist, and finally melting into the ground with shattering screams.
He was conscripted as a horseman, along with 2 others, and fought fiercely in battle. In fact, Fred fought so bravely that even Zeus recognized it. Zeus sent a divine sign to the city, and Fred and 3 of his friends became the proud team of a golden, glistening chariot. To this day, Fred rides the land pillaging and destroying his enemies as he goes, destroying al who stand before him.
By Desert Commando
Months passed and before Fred knew it, he had been conscripted as a captain of a light ship army. The hydras came and destroyed his fleet and Fred was reincarnated. He rejoined the farm, watching his friends be recruiting as swordsmen, and being instantaneously completed with gold, 5 minutes and 1 second before an attack. He was immediately conscripted for the militia, angrily barricading doors and lining the walls brandishing pitchforks. He watched his friend Petros, being torn apart by a manticore, and countless other militia members being killed. He survived by hiding in the cave, crouched between barrels of resources. After seeing these horrible deeds, Fred never wanted to become a soldier. However, when he met Jason, the new hero in town he was overwhelmed by the divine aura, and the plentiful loot that Jason would bring back to the city. Jason persuaded him to sign up for the army, but Fred would never forget his first sight in the barracks. 55 of his friends were taken, to be turned into an Erynes, their eyes turning hollow, their bodies ceasing to exist, and finally melting into the ground with shattering screams.
He was conscripted as a horseman, along with 2 others, and fought fiercely in battle. In fact, Fred fought so bravely that even Zeus recognized it. Zeus sent a divine sign to the city, and Fred and 3 of his friends became the proud team of a golden, glistening chariot. To this day, Fred rides the land pillaging and destroying his enemies as he goes, destroying al who stand before him.
By Desert Commando