I yell as the spear is ripped out of my back. I hold my breath and feel the last piece of the weapon being taken out of my flesh as I see flashes of the past. It had only been a few weeks ago since I sat in my chambers. I had become a full fledged Cleric. I had won my powers and mastered my strengthens. I had started to get past my failures. I was finally happy. And then I came to Dura. There was the dragonborn, who’s unappreciation of his great powers and abilities could be the doom of us all. The gnome, who I was too busy to talk to, still a mystery to me. The Tiefling who seemed to despise me and whose arrogance reminded me of my own mistakes. And the stranger, the introverted and audacious Tiefling, who became a member of our group simply …show more content…
We had tried to negotiate with the sounds on the other side of the door but he decided to attack before we could prove our allegiances. He and the gnome lost the most blood, forcing me to use my healing spells almost immediately to save them from dying. It took the overwhelming power of the dragonborn to take down most of our human-like adversaries, with the rest of the team fighting the remaining enemies. As I slammed my hammer against the last human, the injured Tiefling threw a spear dropped by one of the guards, trying to vanquish my opponent but hitting me instead. I watched as the stranger created a cloud of poison gas and shot it at our last foe, killing him and winning the battle.
I return to the present as I wake up hours later, my wounds fully cleaned and almost healed. We are still in the dark chamber. The Tiefling has been talking to the stranger and the rest of the team has gotten ready to continue, almost all of their wounds completely healed. As we walk through the adjacent hallways, I try to use my vision to see what is in front of us, but the pain still stings and eats away at my strength. As a cleric, I know how to heal the hurt but I don’t know if the scar, or the mark of our arrogance, will ever disappear. At least it was not another limb…..for
Then I went for your father. But I stopped when he said Dad-Please I have a son He is 6 years old ,he will be without a family Riley-I said,I don’t care,I raised my sword and attacked but I stopped and thought about what you would be like without a family and how I felt without one. So I said, Ok I will not kill you.
Richard M. Donovan wrote the book “paddling the Wild Neches”. Once the story is fully read, the realization of what a human will do in order to keep an important place that values so much, it is magnificent. Richard was 66 years old during his 200 mile canoeing expedition, he did not think that he was going to make it happen. However, he accomplished what he felt he needed to do so he can open minds about a place that needs their help. He captured what was hidden in the river and wanted to tell his story about it.
Amputation which often on the battlefield did save lives, because a crushed foot or arm would always lead to a fatal systemic infection, so it was simpler to cut it off other than to try and save it. Having to work very quickly, a very skilled surgeon would cut through the flesh that was saw completely through the bone and apply a piping red hot iron to fix off the stump’s raw surface and stop the bleeding of the cut. Sometimes the entire operation was performed in less than two minutes. By having a limb amputated the mortality risk was about fifty percent. But even with a fifty-fifty chance of living after this surgery was a better chance that most received, because if the person didn’t receive treatment they would most definitely die.
“ I staggered out into the open and up toward the hall with my burden, groaning out, ‘Mercy! Peace!’ The harper broke off, the people screamed. (They have their own versions, but this is the truth.) Drunken men rushed me with battle-axes.
Quotation from the Text Language Analysis “You cannot understand. I was saved miraculously. I succeeded in coming back. Where did I get my strength? I wanted to return to Sighet to describe to you my death so that you might ready yourselves while there is still time.
I choose to hit him in the leg he looked like an honest man but i still wanted to see how strong he was. I never saw them ever try to threaten us they came up onto my land we thought they wanted to fight us off so my men
The battering ram's iron horns charged towards the massive doors of the stone castle, splintering the timber. The weighted doors were resistant to break against the force delivered by the Knights' weapon, prompting fatigue and discomfort across the men. "Keep going men, don't give up!" Lief supported, fastening his hand around the hilt of his sword.
I noticed he had a barber’s razor in his hand, I rapidly grabbed his arm no to mention started to wrestle the man. He slipped causing the man to cut my throat, as I fell to the floor seeing nothing but black and red dots trying to talk, making nothing but gurgling sounds. The man looked to the floor not knowing what he had done. He fell to the floor telling my body to “Wake up! It was an accident, I swear!”
I’m hit again. I don’t understand what’s going on. Soon I’m being hit all over, pain exuding from all parts of my body. I open my eyes and see the barbarian staring at me. He swings his baton over his head and down aiming for my head
Someone who witnessed the surgeries had said, “Tables about breast high had been erected upon which the screaming victims were having legs and arms cut off. The surgeons and their assistants, stripped to the waist and bespattered with blood, stood around, some holding the poor fellows while others, armed with long, bloody knives and saws, cut and sawed away with frightful rapidity, throwing the mangled limbs on a pile nearby as soon as removed. " Surprisingly, even though things were very unsanitary, around 75% of amputees survived. Excision and resection were used later in the war, where only part of a limb was cut off instead of a whole one. Prosthetics also exploded due to the mass amount of amputees, and crutches were used for those who couldn’t afford prosthetics.
The Sad Fisher Family In the short story, “Blood Knots” grief is revealed in different ways. In the beginning of the story the main character is described as calm and laid back. This gives the reader the sense that she does not care for her father’s death and she announces, “I am still waiting for my own emotion to surface in what I am anticipating will be a sense of overwhelming, loss”(Burton 33). The main character is in great shock that even she cannot describe it.
This battle was indeed very violent, getting bit by a dragon doesn’t seem fun. In conclusion, I could infer there was plenty of blood and gore in the battle because of the fire and vigorous
Then there were 3 others too. One of them, who was a bit stocky looking, was that person who would not shut up, not to mention he always liked to talk in his “Russian accent”, and one more guy who didn't know what he was really doing, like a blind man trying to drive a car. Then, you had my partner. We did public forum debate, which is a 2 person debate that debates on a certain resolution on either the pro or con, coming up with arguments on each side, and seeing who could beat the other. Let me tell you, my partner was something else.
The stories of his triumph over the monsters spread throughout the land, affecting the other’s views on him as a loyal man and a hero through it all. In
The DreamWorks animated film, How to Train Your Dragon is a movie about friendship and acceptance. Hiccup the main character, is a scrawny Viking, who isn’t looked at like the other Vikings are. He doesn’t want to harm or kill dragons like his father has done. The tagline for this movie is “One Adventure Will Change Two Worlds”. The main conflict in this movie is that the dragons are taking all of the village’s livestock, and we later find out that they were using the livestock to feed a huge dragon.