Realistic or Modern Teutoberg (Always Accepting)

[John Raptorfist]

After the crushing defeat at the hands of the Germanic tribes, the Roman legions have retreated back across the Rhine. But this peace will surely not last forever. The Romans will return in greater numbers to finally conquer the German lands. The tribes must band together or fall divided.

 

[John Raptorfist]

darkness...that muffled darkness... It crept over Marcus's vision in the very same way that doleful night overtakes the cheering day. He felt like...like he was floating... As if he had been gathered up in soft, fluffy white clouds made from silk, all the while, stark naked. But the longer he drifted in this euphoric state, the more the blinding light began to slip into his stupor. Soon, he could feel the heavy weight of his armor, sticky and reeking of blood and sweat. The noises came next, terrible wails...some he could recognize, some in a completely foreign dialect. Then came the pain, like hot coals on his tender skin, the pain ripped through him, his chest, his side, his arm, his back. He opened his eyes. Marcus only saw the dull northern sun, and the tops of colossal trees. He lay in a bed of green ferns, but his cushion did nothing to ease the splitting pain. Marcus tried to swallow, but all he could taste was blood, he was so very thirsty...despite this a single word exited his barely moving lips, "Teutoberg..."