The Trill'eon Chronicles
The Telling-Chronicles I
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Roakan rose from his concealed cover, raised his sword above his head as more human warriors ran down the ramp of the warship to refortify their depleting forces. Roakan let out a mighty blood curdling battle cry and lowered his sword toward the human formation and as he did so he began jumping over the rubble that concealed him and led his warriors on a foot charge into the ranks of the human contingent. As he reached the first line of the human enemies Obai’zen and his warriors were on their enemies rear flank as both collided with the wall of the human warriors at the front and rear flanks at almost the same instant. The humans by this time had drawn hand weapons and met the onslaught with as much fearlessness as the attacking Goathrunouk warriors. The two lines of warriors entangled in a clash of bodies, metal, and bone. In the morning sunrise there was the glitter of flashing swords, shredded metal, and the spray of blood as warriors screamed their last life’s song. Soon, all that would be left would be the silent victors and the dying as the sun continued to rise as it had done so for millions of years before, unaffected in its designed purpose by the happenings of mere mortals.
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Roakan rose from his concealed cover, raised his sword above his head as more human warriors ran down the ramp of the warship to refortify their depleting forces. Roakan let out a mighty blood curdling battle cry and lowered his sword toward the human formation and as he did so he began jumping over the rubble that concealed him and led his warriors on a foot charge into the ranks of the human contingent. As he reached the first line of the human enemies Obai’zen and his warriors were on their enemies rear flank as both collided with the wall of the human warriors at the front and rear flanks at almost the same instant. The humans by this time had drawn hand weapons and met the onslaught with as much fearlessness as the attacking Goathrunouk warriors. The two lines of warriors entangled in a clash of bodies, metal, and bone. In the morning sunrise there was the glitter of flashing swords, shredded metal, and the spray of blood as warriors screamed their last life’s song. Soon, all that would be left would be the silent victors and the dying as the sun continued to rise as it had done so for millions of years before, unaffected in its designed purpose by the happenings of mere mortals.
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Thomas J Wood supports the idea of space travel and the idea of one day intelligent life spreading to the far corners of the great cosmos. He likes to keep up with the scientific news and advancements that maybe one day humans will reach that goal. He works as a video game designer and concept game story writer. He is also a musician and a well known world renowned Flight Simulation Designer. He very much enjoys the study of the great expanse we call a “Universe”. He also studies the history of ancient legends of mystical and long lost empires and the rise and fall of great ancient human empires. He lives and works in Calgary Canada and loves to explore the great North American outdoors when not searching the stars and wondering what really is out there!