The trial is over but the issues remain unresolved. I’m mostly a conservative in my thinking. I believe people have the right to bare arms and defend their lives and property. But my feeling about this is that it was an accident waiting to happen. Zimmerman essentially put himself on guard duty in his neighborhood. Trayvon’s only mistake was walking past this junk yard dog and getting himself shot.
The really hard part about this issue is the racial elements. It’s difficult far many people to look at white on black killings and not see burning crosses and bed sheets. But, I really think that the racial issue can also cloud our vision and make us miss what really happened. Was this really a racial crime? I’d wish we were past that but I also can’t kid myself. I can’t know if Travon had been white if Zimmerman would have ignored him. I’m pretty sure that when Zimmerman looked at this kid he didn’t care if he was black or white. He saw this as his chance to be the hero. I think Zimmerman has fantasies of being a hero.
I can almost see in my mind how things unfolded. Zimmerman swaggered up to the kid with his hand on his hip. Like he was Blart the mall cop leading with his holster. He had no real authority, but he thought his gun gave him all the authority he needed.
Recently, Zimmerman helped a family after an accident. This proves my point of him wanting to be the hero. Unfortunately, now he’s looking for redemption. This guy wants his gun back. I wouldn’t give him a slingshot. I think a man with a hero complex who is looking for redemption is dangerous because I think he may get someone else killed in his attempt to redeem his reputation. This kind of guy will run into a burning building and try to rescue someone only to have the building fall on top of him when he should have waited until the fire department got there. He’s like a cowboy on a mission to prove something to everyone.
I see this through the eyes of being a former soldier. A hero complex can get people killed and in my mind that’s EXACTLY what happened here.
So, I was recently talking to a friend about a recent purchase she made. She was excited about what she had bought, but was pretty upset about the service she received. It seems the person she bought from has a real arrogant attitude about him and is EXTREMELY condescending. Well, I know this particular sales person and I know this particular store pretty well. I’ve bought merchandise from them in the past.
To be honest, I recognized what she was saying about the sales person because I have seen him do the same thing myself. In all honesty I took it to be him just “breaking my balls.” I’m a guy and after being in the military, being a fire fighter for 4 years and having 2 other brothers, I know when someone is busting my chops. For the most part it never bothered me.
See what he failed to do was read his audience and learn to curb his sarcastic nature when it was necessary. His comments to her were mean and insulting. To be honest, I was horrified that he would talk to her that way. You need to understand that for me to even use the word horrified means it was really horrific. I tend to understate things and I hate drama. But during his conversation he insulted her professionalism and her knowledge. She tried to ask questions and instead of being helpful, he insulted her by commenting,”I thought you are a professional.” He acted like she should know the answer to her own question. To add insult to injury, she had just spent over $400.00 in this shop. The object she was asking about would have cost another $300-$400 which she was actually willing to buy on the spot – even after he had been insulting her since she walked in the door.
It was a lost sale & a lost customer.
Finally, don’t ask me what store. I won’t even mention the type of business. Nor will I mention the names involved. I’m not the kind of person who will try to hurt them with mentioning their names. I’ll just take my dollars somewhere else.
I headed out to my first job this morning and I received a facebook message from a contact. She was upset with me for not responding to her previous messages. She called me an ungentleman for ignoring her and told me she was leaving the group. WHAP! I took that to mean the fashion 315 group.
My first reaction was to respond with one my typical arrogant sarcastic responses and say something really smart ass and inflammatory. ” I didn’t realize this was a timed test. I usually do better on tests – Sorry, Epic Fail.”
After thinking for a while I did respond with a comment of “I didn’t realize this was a timed exercise”, but I wished her well and told her good luck – No sarcasm intended – I was being honest in wishing her well.
Then as I always tend to do when I receive criticism, I took a look in the mirror and I realized that she was right. I DO SUCK at follow through/followup. Here I am trying to start/run a business and someone sends me a message and I don’t even have the courtesy to respond. Well, I’m not a person who accepts excuses in other people and I try to hold myself to a higher standard, so I had to realize that the answer is “Yeah, I screwed up.” The truth is, I suck at following up with people, and there’s really no reason for it.
So, tonight, I’m going to get off my fat ass, and make sure I update everyone that I’ve missed over the last several days.
Oh, I removed the model from my friends list. I can’t work with her. I won’t out her by mentioning her name and I won’t ever tell who she is because I don’t work that way. See, I like people to give me head shots and tell me to get off my ass, but when we go from 0-witchy in 30 seconds I only see drama queen. Male or female.
Okay so I’ve previously talked about using Pinterest to organize your inspirational photos from the internet. I still think that’s a good way to start, but my biggest gripe about you is that it’s not slideshow friendly. What I mean is that the I want to use the photos in a slideshow, however Pinterest doesn’t have anything build in for that. That totally screws up my organizational plans and doesn’t allow me to quickly view photos during an actual shoot.
My solution to this is to use Microsoft one note which comes with Microsoft Office 2010. I really like the notebook approach. Think of a scrapbook and One Note is perfect for this. A cool feature is that you can actually drag and drop photos into the application. Another words, drag a photo from a web page you like right into the application.
The other part is the ipad app for one note allows you to sync between the ipad and PC so your images are right there. You can add your photos to a table and then add notes about what you like or don’t like.
Today I’m organizing photos that I’m actually had on my computer and I’m putting them into one note so that they are in better categories as well. I’ve been wadding through all the photos that I have collected over the last few years and I’ve been picking and choosing the best to keep and organize. I’ve got all kinds of different categories including dance, lingerie, glamour, and bit of boudoir.
Of the photos I’m keeping, I LOVE the beauty and elegance of the images. I’m not into raunchy stuff. When I work with a model, I want her to leave my studio feeling beautiful and powerful!
Here’s a screenshot of my notepad. The categories are along the top. The subcategories are on the right
Looks like it’s going to rain again so if you want to come out to the studio and shoot a glamour shoot, let me know. It will be with 2 photographers, myself and Lexy Page. No hair or makeup will be provided.
Escorts are always welcome.
no Children or pets please.
My understanding of the situation. As I understand it, 2 things have happened. 1 she used the N word sometime in her past. 2. She tried to plan a wedding with a slave theme.
My take on the situation.
1. The N word. White people have no right to use this word in any way shape or form. That being said neither should an African American. Racism is about inequality. All things being equal, that word should not be said by anyone. If you have 1 group of people where something is acceptable and another group that it is not acceptable then you have racism and inequality. You can’t have it both ways. The word is derogatory. Don’t talk to me about balancing the scales. Barriers exist in the world today because stupid people on both sides refuse to admit what is right and wrong.
2. Wedding with a slave theme. What the hell was she thinking? You don’t dig up the past by glorifying the subjugation of a people. There was nothing good or beautiful about slavery. It’s good that people remember slavery for the lessons it teaches us, but making a joke out of an institution that reduces another human being to servitude is kind of horrid to me.
What I take away from this. Perhaps the biggest lesson to be learned is when this happens instead of getting angry, it’s best to sit down and talk about it. I think the best thing we can do as a society is to continue to talk about it and think about it. The best thing Paula Dean could do is say yeah, I screwed up. I made a mistake. I regret what I did, I regret that people were truly hurt. All she can do now is to remember that words hurt. Intentions or not, words do hurt. Find a better way to react and better words to use.
The 2 armies stood silent across the final field. Angaria’s generals had marched as far south as they dared before choosing the place for their attack. The archers stood forward with the infantry standing in files behind them ready to move forward. To the flanks waited her cavalry, not yet mounted but ready to take to horse when the order was given.
Her generals had chosen a large hill to make their stand. The place mostly chose itself as it was the perfect place to mount a defense. Their enemy would have to meet them 1/2 way up the hill thereby running uphill and getting tired in the processes.
Looking down at her enemy she could see the entire field of battle. In a surprising move Moira had placed her trolls to the rear of her formation. Angaria wasn’t sure that putting the man eating carnivores at her men’s back was the best move. How Moira held the creatures in control was beyond her.
The last part of Angaria’s main line was her artillery. Various siege engines lay to their rear next to vast piles or rocks and stones that they had piled in place. Along her front lay a strong earthen wall with various entanglements and traps laid out.
The enemy’s disposition was almost identical except they had no defenses. They would march toward Angaria until the archers were almost in range, and then the infantry would leapfrog their lines to attack. As the infantry moved forward; so too would the archers coming in behind the infantry to harass and harry the defenders.
A disturbance to the rear of Moira’s lines drew Angaria’s attention. 3 riders on horseback broke through the lines and rode out to the middle of the field where they planted a white flag.
She turned to General Toroth and he nodded to her. “Parlay, my lady.” He then kicked his horse forward and Angaria and her page rode forward with him. They picked their path through the field of entanglements and rode out to the center to meet Moira and her own officers. When they reached the center they too stood their horses. General Toroth removed his helmet and spat upon the ground. Moira looked amused and a smirk briefly crossed her face before she turned her attention back to Angaria.
Angaria sat still returning Moira’s gaze. An oppressive silence hung across the battle field and no one said anything for some few moments…
Moira finally spoke. “You really are the beauty aren’t you?” Her words seemed more sad than angry. “It’s no wonder he loved you so.” Angaria looked confused and asked “who loved me?”
Moira didn’t answer directly but her next words left little doubt. “You favor him you know.” The irony in her voice was unmistakable.
Angaria was angry at the remark. “As if you could know,” she hissed. Then she asked. “Why this? Why all this? You destroy the world and kill everything in your path,” she said. “Why this war?”
Then in exasperation, she gestured at the armies around them. “Were you ignored as a child? Did someone not give you some treat that you wanted? Were you beaten as a child,” she asked. General Toroth spat again and mumbled “Not beaten nearly enough I’ll gather.”
Moira again looked amused, but she raised her voice, “Still your dog Angaria or I shall muzzle him myself.”
In the next moment, the amusement slid from her face and a look of pure loathing replaced it. “I’m here Angaria to destroy you and everything dear to you.” Haven’t you figured it out yet little queen,” she spat. “You could use my face to apply your makeup,” she purred. Angaria’s face lost all color. “You, no. That can’t be!” She said.
“Actually,” Moira said tossing off a laugh. “It’s true”
“But why this war?” Angaria anguished. She could not believe this admission about her father, and yet the evidence was right in front of her.
“You could have joined us,” she said. “Why did you kill our father?”
Moira sneered at Angaria’s NAÏVETÉ. “Tell me sister,” she asked Angaria. “What do they call a girl who is a bastard? A person so low they don’t even have a name for it?”
Toroth saw the anguish on his queen’s face and wanted to spare her the pain but he knew it was true.
Then in a moment, Angaria seemed to shake her pain off. She remembered why she was here. She remembered what she had to do.
“So, she said regaining her hold on her nerves with an icy resolve. “This whole thing is because father couldn’t, acknowledge you,” She said.
“Wouldn’t” Moira raged
Angaria nodded then. “I can’t talk you out of this then. General Toroth, this parlay is over. We’re to send good men on both sides to their death because my SISTER wasn’t loved as a child.” She turned her horse and started back towards her lines. Behind her, Moira screamed at her and practically foamed at the mouth. “Come back here you little shit,” she called. “You spoiled bitch, I’ll kill you and everything you’ve ever loved.”
Angaria rode back to her men. “You already have” she thought.
It took quite some time for Moira to calm down. She was so incoherent she couldn’t even order the attack for an hour.
Finally her troops started forward.
Along Angaria’s lines, trumpets sounded readiness and signal flags snapped out messages. As they came within archery range, Angaria’s men opened fire. The eastern part of Angaria’s lines seemed deceptively weak. Several enemy companies angled in that direction. To the rear, Angaria’s artillery began firing. In most cases, they weren’t firing rocks however.
A caltrop is an evil little weapon. It’s a small piece of metal made up of 4 spikes arranged in such a way that no matter how it lands, one side is always facing up. These little devices are terrible on infantry and easily pierce the thin soled shoes and boots the infantry wore. At least for the ones who wore anything on their feet.
Moira’s troops consisted of farm boys and street thugs. Many didn’t own shoes. Screams echoed across the field as the enemy reached the lines of caltrops. The advance on the east side stalled for a moment and Angaria moved some of her troops to cover the weak side. Moira ordered 2 more companies to that flank as the infantry passed the area where the caltrops had landed. Moira’s men surged forward in a teeming mass of angry hurt humanity.
At 30 yards from the base of the hill, the ground opened up in front of the soldiers and the front lines were swallowed by deep holes filled with sharpened stakes. Men further behind in the lines didn’t really know what was happening and they pushed the line forward forcing other soldiers into the deathtraps. Men to the front jumped across the pits and ran forward only to fall into a second line holes.
All of these tactics were designed to slow the enemy down and keep them in a kill zone. All along the battle line the pits opened up and the enemy advance faltered. Arrows rained down on Moira’s troops and started claiming lives as well.
From behind her infantry, Moira deployed her heavy armor. They crashed through their own army center and rode towards the archers aligned behind the battlements. Signal flags snapped at the hilltop and Angaria’s men responded. Firing as they went, the troops abandoned the first line and fell back to a second line. The last of her troops were crossing over the barricades as thunder sounded on a sunny afternoon.
The enemy armor halted 1/2 way across the lines as flaming bundles lifted aloft. Angaria had deployed several batteries of mangonels behind the hill. Instead of heavy rocks, they launched burning bundles of pitch and barrels of Naphtha. The flaming weapons were timed perfectly. They landed in front of the charging troops and exploded in their faces. Men were cooked alive in their armor and again the charge faltered.
To the West, Moira’s soldiers fared better and managed to grab a toehold. The infantry marched slowly with their shields raised to protect the archers and the archers would harassed Angaria’s men.
Angaria’s response was to send a company of cavalry to disrupt the enemy attack.
She looked at Toroth who was busy giving orders to his adjutant. The Lieutenant ran off toward a signal platoon nearby to signal a shifting of companies. He looked at her. “Now you know why we chose this spot, my Queen.” She nodded, but the good feelings would not come. Good men and even young boys were dying down below.
Then it happened. The eastern point of Moira’s advance collapsed completely and her troops started to retreat. As they retreated past the base of the hill, Moira deployed her trolls. They deployed to the east attacking everything in sight. And they didn’t distinguish between friend or foe. Retreating soldiers became food in the creature’s feast. And it had the effect of turning Moira’s troops back toward Angaria’s men. Luckily for the human elements, the trolls and goblins became distracted by their banquet and they soon stopped to finish their feast.
The battle raged on through the long day and into the night. As darkness fell, so too came the rain. Men on both sides were exhausted and hacked at each other in ineffective tiredness. The only good thing to happen was because everyone was so tired; casualties on both sides were lighter.
A few hours before dawn saw a surge in enemy activity. Moira had finally committed her reserves. Angaria ordered her lines to fall back to the 3rd line of defense. Now her troops would be just below the crest of the hill.
“Breach,” came the call. “The enemy has breached the eastern line!” Angaria could see in the growing light of dawn that her men were being overrun. She turned to Turoth to order a reserve company forward when the general was cut from his saddle by an arrow shot. Angaria was startled from her horse and she fell into a puddle at her feet. She blinked water as nearby troops rushed to fill another nearby breach.
She turned to the adjutant and ordered a regiment of soldiers to buttress the eastern line.
2 companies came to her section of the line and the enemy was forced back.
As dawn broke across the field, Angaria saw thousands upon thousands of troops arrayed on the field waiting for the order to annihilate her men. Along the lines, her own men were finishing the last of the enemy who had attacked during the night. Most of the men who survived fell to ground where they stood. Exhausted and most were bleeding from multiple wounds. Angaria didn’t wait. She ordered her troops to retreat. The only place left was across the top of the hill and down the other side.
Without waiting, her men turned and left the field of battle…
Moira’s troops marched through the silent deserted lines. Only the dead and dying remained. Her men paused in their march to finish the wounded off and pillage the bodies. In all, it took the better part of a day before they would continue their march.
Moira rode to the top of the hill and looked down the other side. Then she screamed. Another hill awaited her and this one was steeper and it was armed the same way. Below her in the valley, enemy engineers had set fire to their mangonels before retreating to their lines. The last of Angaria’s weary troops crossed through and Angaria’s reserve closed off the lines.
It was almost nightfall when Moira’s troops finally engaged the enemy.
Throughout the night the battle raged neither side pressing any advantage. On the morning of the 3rd day, the enemy pushed through on the western side of the line. “Breach, Breach! Came the yell. But there was no reserve able to respond. Moira called her household guard to ready and they all picked up swords and ran toward the breach.
As Angaria left the safety of the command post, Moira who had seen her, sprinted to her own horse. She broke through her lines flogging her horse mercilessly. As she rode, she kept raging “No no no no nooooo,” she yelled as she reached the western line. In a blind frothing rage, she cut down anything that got in her way.
Angaria swung her sword like a farmer hewing at his crops. She laughed to herself as she cut down the enemy soldiers. Her teachers had been professionals who would have been furious at how she cut and hacked at the soldiers. But she also knew that her instructors would say whatever works and whatever keeps you standing.
During a brief respite, she saw Moira more than 1/2 way through her lines trying to fight her way to Angaria. To the east, the trolls had returned to the field creating havoc along the entire area. There was no organization, just hewing and hawing at each other.
Suddenly an arrow came out of the dawn sky and slammed into Angaria’s shoulder. She was thrown on her back. She lay down on her back staring into a clearing sky. Smoke rose above her and her page was suddenly at her side. She smiled at the boy and brushed his hair. She tried to sit up but there was too much pain. Little James tried to help her but several troops ran by and he was forced to the side to avoid being trampled. One of the soldiers stepped on Angaria’s right arm as he ran by. She didn’t know if it was one of her soldiers or of Moira’s. Her sword fell from her grip.
And then Moira was there. Her white hair mangled and covered in blood. She carried her sword in her left hand because her right hung limp and bleeding at her side. She stumbled to Angaria’s side and looked down at her. “Don’t die yet little queen,” she said. I want to kill you myself.
Then she lifted her sword. She could have said a lot of things. She could have made an entire speech. Instead she just leered in triumph. Then her eyes glazed and her sword seemed to jump from her hand. She looked down at Angaria with a strange almost sad expression. A moment later a spray of blood fountained from her lips and she stumbled and fell to her knees. Then, her head fell lifeless onto the ground at Angaria’s side.
As Moira took her last breath, the air suddenly cooled and clouds raced across the sky. There was an explosion of sound and wind and debris that rushed out in all directions from Moira’s body. As the noise died down on the battlefield, the enemy troops were running south. Across the field, the trolls and goblins also ran off to the south. With Moira’s death, they were no longer in her thrall.
Moira was carried from the field on a stretcher. At the end, it was her page James who held her sword and took the life of the white witch. After the winds died down, he crawled to her side and refused to leave until she was taken to a medical tent. Even then he had stayed by her side. On the 2 hills, her soldiers were piling the bodies of the dead into large piles to be set aflame. There weren’t enough men to bury them and disease was always a concern.
As the wagon carrying the queen left for home, she contemplated what had happened. Her sister had great power. In that final destruction there was nothing left of her body behind.
Angaria looked out of the back of her wagon. She looked above the fires and saw the sunrise through the smoke. The sun consumes itself in a fiery destruction at every moment, its light being reborn in an instant. Its power can be used for good for growing things and sustaining life. Or it can be used for destruction such as in the forest fires that come in the heat of the late summer months.
She laughed at herself. The first laugh in a long time. As she drifted off to sleep, she wrote herself a note. When she got back, she wanted to make sure she promoted a certain boy from her page to a squire. He deserved a title. At the least.
Angaria – Katie Rycraft
Moria – Carmen Peruzzini
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Who: 1 Female Model Needed. No tan or dark skin. Minimal Tattoos
What: Glamour non/nude TFP – Model will get at least 10 edited Images – Full size
Where: Syracuse, NY – Approx. 4.5 hours from NY City
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When: To Be Announced
RSVP: Images and info of yourself to email@example.com Please include your Model Mayhem #
Wardrobe requirements – Model Will Provide (Plan to get dirty)
High heel shoes
Hats & appropriate accessories.
Hair & Makeup: Model will provide Escorts always welcome
I’m also looking for a MUA, stylist and female assistants on this shoot. We will be doing initial hair & makeup at the studio and then a quick hop out to the location.
The assistants are to help move lighting we will be using for this shoot
Who do I trust “In Photography” and why. All of the people on this list are considered the “rock stars” of the photography industry. They are all experts in their craft, but they are willing to put themselves out there to help train other photographers. I consider all of them to be silent mentors. Meaning that I listen to what they say and I use as much of their information as possible.
I trust Mathew Jordan Smith. http://matthewjordansmith.com/
Mathew has done what I want to do. He works with models all round the world. This is my dream. He has walked the walk and he can talk the talk. Not only is he a great teacher and (Unknown to him) a mentor. I pay attention to everything he has to say. He seems a genuine person who is willing to teach people what he does and how he does it.
I trust Scott Kelby. http://kelbytraining.com
Scott Kelby is a photography trainer. His specialty is teaching photography and photoshop techniques. He is the Publisher for Photoshop User magazine and other great sources for photo shop magazines. He has published several books on photography and continues to lead the way with innovative technologies. I also trust him because he is also an approachable person. He hosts various hangouts with just about anyone and he also travels extensively to train people. He’s also someone I try to emulate in my skills. He plays a nice guitar as well.
I trust RC Concepcione. http://www.aboutrc.com/
RC is also part of the Kelby media group. He is also a trainer and an amazing photographer in his own right. I’ve been in several Google + Hangouts with him and he is also approachable. He’s commented on a few of my images -without me asking him to which means that he takes an interest in what people do.
I trust Zack Arias. http://zackarias.com/
I don’t shoot the same things he does, but this guy tells it like it is. His blog posts are insightful and relevant. He hits from the heart and I swear he’s speaking with my own words sometimes.
Honorable mention. http://creativelive.comI trust creativelive to provide relevant content. In the last year, they’ve gone off topic from photography and tried things like life improvement, business & health an fitness. But this content is still relevant if you want to be a healthy happy photographer. I like their format – free to watch while live and pay to keep the course. This format has been so helpful in choosing exactly what I want to keep. I have watched most of their classes in the last year, and although I haven’t bought all of them, I have chosen several that will help me along.
Facebook & G+ are terrible Web pages for prospects. You can not edit or modify either page to display your content like you would want. Essentially, your content gets thrown on a busy screen that is full of other shit. Ads, commercials and content that you have no control over. Your images are as big or small as they want and your text content is either abridged or reduced to the size they want.
However on your own site, you can direct your clients to exactly what you want them to see.
So, why would you need or use Facebook or G+? Well, the easy answer is to funnel people to your true content – your Web page Each image or article that you put on your other pages should direct people back you yourname.com.
If you have a blog, post all of your content there. You can cross post to facebook and other pages and as always refer back to the original article and blog.
The early morning field was smoky. Light filtered down through the hills and trees from the east side of the canyon. The sun covered the valley in a red tint almost the color of blood.
Angaria lay on her side. Her vision dimmed and seeing everything through a haze. A man lay nearby with his back to her. She was confused. Why did he sleep with his armor? And who was this man who dared to sleep so close to her?
She thought she should be angry, but her emotions were muted as if she were watching an actor in a play.
She tried to roll to her back but she couldn’t move. Something tugged at her chest and she made to throw her blankets from her, but there was no blanket holding her down.
She looked down and stared into the eyes of her page. He was a young lad of 9. He was ever proud of serving her and helping to make the journey easier. Now he lay on top of her waist in a most unseemly position.
She made to push him away, but when her hand pushed against his chest it came away dark and wet. He still didn’t move. his eyes open and staring right at her. It was another moment before she saw it. A single tear streamed down his face to drip on the ground below them.
“You led them into a trap,” a calm voice nearby said. She looked around too confused to respond.
“You led them into a trap,” he said again.
The man beside her lay on his side with his back to her, and yet she realized that it was he that spoke.
“Your generals tried to reason with you, but you led your men into this canyon. Now your forces are being slaughtered and your army is in a rout.”
“You should know better. Didn’t your father teach you that you can’t maneuver in tight quarters?” “Even now Moira’s heavy armor sweeps down from the hills both east and west,” he said. “You have led 20,000 troops to their doom.” And your page lies dead at your feet.”
She tried to feel pain but her emotions were still closed.
For a moment, the smoke obscured the battlefield. When it cleared, she could see her riding towards her. The white witch. Moira. The horse Moira rode was the blackest of blacks. It’s nose broke steam in the early morning cold. In her left had, Moira carried a sword. It dripped the blood of Angaria’s men.
As Moira rode toward the fallen queen, a young boy ran towards her. In confusion Angaria saw it was her page. He tried to scare Moira’s horse. But the well trained roan merely skipped to the right and Moira’s sword flashed in the early morning light. James spun like a thrown rag away from the queen and he fell facing his queen. His accusing eyes focused on her and then they glazed over. A single tear fell to the ground. Angaria closed her eyes in pain.
Angaria rode at the center of her army. Her generals were drawn around her and in deep counsel even on the move. Several scouts hadn’t reported back and some of the generals wanted to stop the march. Angaria refused to stop. She knew that the enemy was still 2 weeks away so she pushed her generals on. Her page James brought her a map of the region and she directed her generals to turn the men into the valley ahead. It would bring them out of the mountains and into the lowlands quicker than trying to use one of the other paths out of the mountains. Some of her generals offered counsel that they should use another and safer rout 6 days away, but she barely heard them. Her mind was confused and everything was a haze.
They had been traveling down the valley for 2 days . It was early morning and there was fog around them. To the east a large group of crows suddenly stirred and took fight. Her eyes followed them and something in her mind stirred.
2 scouts came to meet them from ahead. One of them had an arrow in his back and he barely kept his saddle. The other carried a wicked war hammer and he looked angry. He rode straight through to her generals and shortly her page came running to summon her to an emergency meeting.
Another covey of birds stirred behind her and to the West.
The scouts reported that Trolls and goblins were approaching down the valley at a run. They would be upon them in 15 minutes. Somewhere to the east nearby a horn called out. It was answered immediately by a similar horn to the west and shortly to the front.
The men in her army prepared to meet the threat. She considered ordering a perimeter of pikes to the 3 sides but her pikemen would be spread too thin so she consolidated them to the flanks. Her infantry, she ordered to the front to be followed by her archers. They at least would be fighting on level ground.
She pulled her horsemen to a supporting role. She knew that she may have to order the light cavalry to fight as infantry. She decided to hold her heavy armor in reserve in case she needed them to break out of the valley. She ordered her army to halt on a down slope area of the valley. This last move would force the trolls to attack uphill.
She was trying to use every trick her father had taught her but she feared it wouldn’t be enough.
In the next few moments, her army settled into position. Then the enemy trolls came into view ahead. There was no halting them. No customary challenge. No waiting for a signal. They just feel upon her troops.
Her archers opened fire as soon as the creatures came into range, but it barely slowed them down as they crashed into the infantry in front of them.
A scream to the east found the enemy troops already down the hill an engaging her men. She remembered a trip she once took with her father to Maltasha. It was a desert country. There was a plague of ants there and she remembered seeing millions and millions of ants kill a goat that didn’t run away fast enough. The insects had climbed the panicked beast and struck it down swarming it before it could flee.
Her men were being swarmed here. There seemed to be millions of enemy troops and they quickly overran her lines and broke through in several places.
Behind her, she heard a horn and the horns to the front, and the east and the west sounded in answer. She looked behind at her reserves seeing that her heavy armor troops were already engaged. They were boxed in.
Angaria closed her eyes against the smoke and screams of her men and her heart knew despair.
The early morning field was smoky. Light filtered down through the hills and trees from the east side of the canyon. The sun covered the valley in a red tint almost the color of blood.
Angaria lay on her side. Her vision dimmed and everything was hazy. A man lay nearby with his back to her. She was confused. She thought that she should be angry, but her emotions were muted as if she were watching an actor in a play that she had seen many times before.
She tried to roll to her back but she couldn’t move. Something tugged at her chest and she made to throw her blankets from her, but there was no blanket holding her down. She looked down and stared into the eyes of her page. He was a young lad of 9. He was ever proud of serving her and helping to make the journey easier. Now he lay on top of her waist in a most unseemly position.
“You led them into a trap,” a calm voice nearby said. She looked around too confused to respond for a moment.
“You led them into a trap,” he said again.
The man next to her rolled over onto his back staring at the sky and smoke with her fathers eyes.
“Your generals tried to reason with you, but you led your men into this canyon. Now your forces are being slaughtered and your army is in a rout.” Her father said.
“I thought I taught you better than that,” he said.
Angaria closed her eyes against the smoke, shutting out the tears of her page and her fathers voice, and her heart knew despair.
Angaria rode at the center of her army. In the van of the army, General Simmons ordered a turn to the east. They were approaching a valley that would have reduced their trip by 8 days. Some of the generals wanted to use the valley to steal the march on the enemy, but the queen had overrode them and so they were turning at the head of the trail.
At the center of her army, Angaria rode in her saddle with her head bowed and her eyes closed. She dozed in her saddle, tired from the forced march and too little sleep on the trail. At her side, her page rode on his pony always attentive. He thought to awaken her when he saw a single tear fall from her eyes, but the tear seemed to disappear almost as soon as they turned east and a small smile came to her lips.
Angaria rode with her eyes closed dozing in her saddle as her troops turned to the east for 6 more days before they could again turn south. In her sleep, she saw a queen dressed in white riding a black horse and carrying a sword covered in blood. It was the blood of her father and many others. But in her dream she sat her own horse with her sword at her side and for the first time in days, her heart felt something other than despair. She felt hope.
Angaria – Katie Rycraft
Moria – Carmen Peruzzini
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MOIRA DOZED in her saddle at the head of her army. All around her, the host marched in the haze of the early summer months. The human elements walked as far from the Fie creatures as possible.
When the humans came down out of the southern mountains early in the spring, they came upon the camps of the Goblins, trolls and other creatures waiting for them. Everyone kept to their-own species camp as much as possible. None-the-less, when the 2 armies came together as allies, there were a few “incidents’ until the queen spoke her mind. At first it was a few men disappearing. Then in retaliation, a few hunting parties went troll hunting.
The queen’s advisers soon came to her and requested that she step in. She chose to do so only to keep the simpering and whining down. But as she spoke with the leaders about not fighting the allies, she wore a small smile – well more of a smirk really.
In truth, she hated the men in her army almost as much as she hated her enemy. She held no love for the Fie creatures either. However, the beasts served a vital purpose in reaching her goals as did the humans in her army.
They were moving at a forced march through forested lands, and it forced them to not pillage small towns or villages. There were no small towns or villages around here.
Queen Angaria’s southern armies had broken down to small units and were waging a guerrilla war against her troops. They would appear from the woods on either side and harry her troops peeling off small slices of men.
The men of her army marched close together keeping a fearful eye on their flanks. From time to time there were shouts as arrows found their mark. Her troops would immediately respond in force that the enemy was invariably found. It was a suicide mission, but the fools kept coming.
At night, she set the trolls to watch the perimeter. No one left the camps but the trolls with their superior night vision kept Angaria’s men away.
Finally they crested a hill and found open lands to the north. The forest had ended and her host spread out.
She smiled in triumph because the enemy couldn’t come at her men from the woods. Instead they would be in the open and easy to spot.
As they marched north, she thought about her enemy. She felt good about sending her assassin after the king. His daughter was a weak fool and she would easily defeat her.
A commotion to her rear caught her attention and she drew her horse to a stop at the military crest of the hill and turned to see what the issue was now.
She saw several companies of mounted soldiers riding toward her troops. When they came in bow range, the turned parallel to her troops and rode firing arrows at her soldiers.
Company commanders on her flanks rallied her troops and men with shields and other troops with bows rushed to respond but they were too slow. The mounted troops peeled off a number of troops before they turned and galloped away.
Her army commander rode up and provided a dispassionate commentary about what they were seeing.
“Light cavalry my lady. They are perfect to fight an army on the move. They attack the flanks, peeling off troops like an apple. They are lightly armored and ride fast ponies that are excellent at short bursts of speed.”
Even as she watched, other groups or riders came out to attack her troops.
An odd group of heavily armored troops suddenly crested a hill to the east. Coming down the hill, the enemy troops crashed into a disorganized company of her mercenaries. The knights used their lances and large war horses to push through the company center. For a moment they broke past the company and in the next moment they were among the company supply trains. They quickly set them afire and turned towards the flank again.
Her expression turned to triumph as the advantage turned to her men. They are able to slow and harry the mounted troops. Her smile didn’t last however as another company of cavalry forced the company to turn and the knights broke free. Arrows raked her troops again and then both enemy groups turned and galloped over the hill.
Again her commander warranted another opinion commenting on the professional combined tactics.
She turned on him and she looked like she would order his death. She turned back and watched the last of the troops gallop over the hill. On rider paused at the crest, he turned and raked the reins of his mount. The horse reared and he doffed his hat in a parting salute. Then he turned and rode out of sight.
For a moment, she held nothing but anger. Then she took control and she nudged her mount back into the march. Maybe the little witch wasn’t so weak after all.
Angaria – Katie Rycraft
Moria – Carmen Peruzzini