Medieval MisconceptionsHeavy, cumbersome swordsMedieval Misconceptions8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
- The issue of weight seems to be one of the most commonly mistaken aspects of medieval combat. Smiths all made swords slightly differently and each fighter had his own preferences. It is impossible to generalize when it comes to the technology of an entire continent from c/ 500-1500 AD, and both very heavy and very light swords existed. In terms of what was typical, though,, here’s a rough guide to averaged:
Single-handed sword (aka sword) - 2.5 pounds
Hand-and-a-half (aka bastard sword) 2.5-3 lbs
Two-hander (aka longsword) - 3 to 3.5 pounds.
The absolute largest swords still rarely hit the 5-pound mark. These were designed to serve very specific tactical functions on the battlefield and were not intended for general-use purposes. Experience showed smiths and warriors that this was the ideal weight range for their weapon. It’s essentially natural selection at work: people whose swords were too light or too heavy went off to battle and
Warhammer 40k PrimerThe Warhammer 40k Primer: describing the numerous factions and races in the Warhammer 40k universeWarhammer 40k Primer6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By- Kingdoms Shield
It is The 41 millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battle fleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest among them are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineere
endless endingswellendless endings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the spark took a twist
scissor-spit from her lips
a subtle shift and infinite
is simply split into bits
you're spinning sick
sinking quick and unmissed
every cheap trick unveiled
now scratched from your list
but that itch
it still persists
perching there on your wrist
sits downsleeve from your heart
or what's left of it
and what's this?
love's laid to rest
without a proper obit
transmit to your wits
that demands you submit
is a doubt
the charred remains
of a fire once lit
The Grincense of GronotolisThe Grincense of Gronotolis6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
THE GRINCENSE OF GRONOTOLIS
An epic poem
The Grincense of Gronotolis is
A creature all should fear.
It has no eyes
It has no arms
In fact it's just an ear.
The Grincense lurks inside a cave
And listens for its prey.
Oh what it hears
This monstrous ear
It hears from miles away!
One thing I'll say for certain is
The way it kills its snacks
The Grincense pounces
From the dark
And drowns its prey in wax.
The king who ruled Gronotolis
Annoyed by all the slaughter
Said at a feast
"Who kills this beast
Shall marry with my daughter!"
A dozen men all tried their best
The beast would not be beaten
Within a week
The king declared
The dozen men were eaten.
A dozen more went up that hill
Dead set on being the winner
Yet each one fell
In waxy hell
Just one more Grincense dinner.
The king dispatched his Bishop off
To beg the thing to stop
His pleading fell
Upon deaf ear
The Grincense munched him up
The king, irate, sought out the beast
His temper on the boil
The Grincense bowed
Bioshock: "Batch A177"[Dr. Eric Fitzgerald]Bioshock: "Batch A177"7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Huh... well, let's continue. September twenty-fourth. Our first implimentation of-"
[Loud screaming from the background, accompanied by muffled voices.]
"-Of the new Plasmid, Batch A177, met with failure after testing by one Marcus Mallorey, a volunteer test subject."
[More screaming from background.]
[Voice in background]
"Easy, easy, Mallorey! Don't try to move!"
"Oh God! Oh God help me!"
*Clears Throat* "Batch A177 has been nicknamed the "Houdini" plasmid, after the famous escape artist and magician. Testing began at 2:13pm, with simple objectives and outstanding results - the subject literally would burst into a gaseous cloud of free-roaming cell particles-"
[Second Voice in Background]
"-And resolidifies himself in another location. Earlier tests were... random in where the plasmid 'chose' to reassemble the subject, but Batch A177 permitted more efficient mental control over the ah, wel
Bioshock: Last Words[Walter Cranston]Bioshock: Last Words7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Huh... heh-heh-heh... geh... I-ng... oh God...
It's coming apart... I'm coming... apart...
Mary... I hope you never hear this but... I have to say something... I have speak because... my mind is the only... the only thing left of me that's still... me.
(A long pause)
"Listen to me, Mary... stop using the plasmids. You have to-hrng!... They aren't safe! Something's wrong... I don't know... if I got a bad batch or if... if they knew it would do this to me all along. Those bastards... they just sell it... they're on every street... big bright colors... everyone come and... mutate. Evolve. Heh-heh... ha ha ha ha! Oh God...
(The sound of breaking glass in the distance, screams. The sound fades.)
"It started out like nothing... a stomach ache maybe, mm-maybe something more. I felt... my arm felt like it was made of putty, and my face... no...
"You have to stop. Whatever ADAM is... whatever it does... it's
It Takes Two To Tango.Music,It Takes Two To Tango.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a rave
all about the
A slight feeling of
along with the
irritation of those
having a good time.
You can't help but feel sorry for yourself,
how you really fucked up this time.
I wish we never parted.
I wish I could enjoy this with you,
moving fluidly across the dance floor,
in your firm embrace.
I miss that,
feeling protected by you;
you made me feel invincible,
the little see-through glass doll that I am,
nearly invisible to anyone
who passes by,
not paying attention.
They just dance on by,
and so do you.
Flieg deutsche Fahne flieg english translationFlieg deutsche Fahne flieg english translation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fly german flag fly!
Soldier my friend, prepare your steps comrade!
Step under the guns!
So everybody has to go along, comrade
to honour our fatherland
To the peace serves the grey uniform
and not to the war of pain
We are bringing fourth a new era
in our young hearts
I: Hoist the flag high!, March!
Go ahead the leader leads!
With our flag the battle will be ours
Fly German flag, fly!:I
Soldier Friend, pack up Comrade
Take hoes and spades
We dont know any tranquillity, comrade
Therefore we are soldiers
Standing from frontier to frontier
Is an army of young farm lads
What we pluged away and sowed
(that) should overlast us
Hoist the flag! ......I: :I
Soldier my friend you know it Comrade
We have sworn an oath to this land
Together we carry its spirit, comrade
The one that left us so long ago
Our column is what braces
The Reich´s strength and defense
We are its spirit, we are its song
And its holy honor
Hoist the flag high ... I: :I
10 Things I Wish I Could Tell You1.10 Things I Wish I Could Tell You8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Didn’t you ever find it creepy while we dated?
You were 14 and I was 17 at the time.
That’s a pretty large age gap.
Thinking back, it’s pretty fucking weird that I was ever in love with you in the first place.
A few years older, and I would have been a pedophile.
So I’m kind of glad you dumped me for no reason ‘cause
I don’t have the heart to tell people
Oh it’s not what you think!
It’s not a three year difference – it’s a…2 ½ year difference. Not the same…
Don’t you ever find it weird that we kept our relationship so low-key?
None of our closest friends knew we were ever together.
We would talk a hell of a lot about each other with them
But we never once mentioned we were dating.
We only met with each other after school
And I would tell my parents that I was going to meet up with “frien
WeaknessLife sucksWeakness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But life sucks more when you're in love.
Love is weakness
Love is pain
Love lets them in
And they help themselves to whatever they want
You feel the pain
But you don't stop them
You're in love.
Then they leave
Your heart in pieces, your brain scrambled
And you let out your weakness
Love, while painful,
Is not to be avoided
Love is beauty
But be careful
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
because rain is meant for...if living were a shirt,because rain is meant for...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'd be size large
and i would be an
strangled by my own
because i spend my time
if ever i had
the chance to hear
ten thousand abbey-monks
singing in perfect harmony,
i would still be stubborn enough
to say you
are more divine.
you are the start,
and the ever-after
of the most destructive
and beautiful storms
to grace the surface of my world;
every time you walk away
you leave behind
all the evidence
that it will surely
but i do not deserve
to dance in such a storm,
for i am worthless weather,
the kind where people
take the nearest object,
umbrella or newspaper,
and hide from the skies;
i'm a silent storm,
i am a raindrop in a
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Rot'mar the BrawlerRot'mar stared absently off the ship and into the ocean. The wind was picking up now and the black clouds were coming in faster than ever before, and soon there would come a storm. He was no stranger to harsh weather, being a barbarian from the Spine of the World would prepare one for such, but this coming storm made him even shudder and grip tightly to the rail in front of him.Rot'mar the Brawler4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Everyone below deck now!" The captain soon shouted as the storm neared the small trade ship. Rot'mar snapped from his trance then and headed for the stairs, this was a battle he could not fight, something that infuriated him to no degree. He was always a man of action and when a challenge presented itself he was always one to meet it head on with all his three hundred pounds of muscle that made up his great bulk, but now he felt like a coward, he felt small because no matter how large he was and how hard he could swing his axe there would never be a time when he could cut this storm in two.
The night was harsh
The Revenge of the RhymeMy professor said we should avoidThe Revenge of the Rhyme2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A formal rhyme scheme
Because they're too sing-songy
And they can get in the way
Of what you want to say.
He said that rhymes can constrict
Youlike a boa or a noose,
Did he mean? 'Cause that's what
I got out of his little speech;
I hate it when teachers preach.
Have they forgotten how hard
It is to write a poem with
So few words to choose from?
Or maybe that's why they don't want
Us to trysince none of us are savant.
But how will we learn if we don't ever try?
I want to write like they used to
With so many lines and so many rhymes
And just the right meter to count.
I'm up for a good challenge to mount.
I guess they just think that we're lame
Or something and that all we can do
When rhyming is make nice
Little kid's songs and leave it at that
But who's to say those songs are flat?
How many people will tell you that they love
Dr. Seuss and his mischievous cat, but
They hate that one poem about
The red whee
TTC: The Cygnus War, Part 1TTC: The Cygnus War, Part 18 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Tessa Chronicles: The Cygnus War #1 (Aces & Veterans)
It was sleek, fast, deadly. Typical Coralate semi-atmospheric fighter, but still no match for Tessas Seindrive 4 Blasterchild. The underslung Agere PD cannon on the nose of her rig alone could turn the Cygnan into swiss cheese from 50 meters with a good shot, and it was a peashooter compared to the other ordnance she was carrying. They didnt build strong ships on Cygnus, but they knew how to build an engine like nobodys business.
The skies over Tarsis 12 were a deep afternoon purple, visceral against the rich reds and pinks pooling up from the dark aquamarine line of the horizon, and the Cygnan was a hot spot of brilliant silver in the glowing crimson reticle of her heads-up-display. 762 meters and arcing to the left at 2837 km/h. Hauling ass, but still running on conventional drive. Too risky to run the sublight stuff this far into the atmosphere.
Lips tightened, a sharp smile spreading across her face.