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Review: The Flashes. Chapter 2 - The Duke's uprising is lost by Bruce
Plot:
Baldwin and Morgan are trying to make a living as mercenaries.

Scene/Setting:
There is a battle with the Duke looses because he didn't wait for intelligents from Baldwin and Morgan. Now they are trying to head home.

Characters:
The Duke
Baldwin
Morgan
Other soldiers

Suggestions:
Nice touch with the pigeons. I have stopped some of the spell checking because you are using British variations to some of the words. Sorry if I have over done it before this point. Also you need to watch when you ask a question. I have used the word "asked" but there are other words you might consider.

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Chapter 2


Baldwin and Morgan stood up and began running back up the bank. The enemy warriors pursued them but had no chance of catching the two very fit men. Baldwin glanced back. "There's only four of them, they are struggling and I think they are about to give up. It's a good thing they don't have an archer with them or we could have been in trouble."

Morgan looked back. “They're not gaining on us but it doesn't look like the fools are going to give up; it's a big mistake they're making. If we're not going to lose them we might as well slow down a bit and let them catch us up. Do you think they have tired enough yet though?” Morgan said asked .

“Yes, they don't seem very fit to me. We can take them.”

They slowed their pace until the four men were almost on them. “Let's do it then,” Morgan said. “Time to get these fools off our backs.” They both turned and hurried towards their startled pursuers.

One of the pursuers stopped, stepped back in panic, stumbled and fell. Morgan’s sword went through his throat and he turned his attention to another of the men. Baldwin was keeping two men at bay and laughing loudly which further unnerved them.

Morgan's sword connected a heavy blow across his adversary’s wrist and was able to easily to run his sword through the disabled man’s chest. “Having trouble, Baldwin?” he shouted.

Baldwin’s sword struck one of the men’s neck and he dropped. The other turned and ran but Morgan threw his dagger and struck the man heavily in his back. The man ran another few steps before he fell.

“That’s three one to me then, Baldwin.”

“You picked the weakest two. Best hurry and get your dagger, (period after 'dagger and caps on 'we') we need to tell the duke what we’ve seen.”

The two men set off back towards the camp. They were just approaching the outskirts of the camp when Baldwin put his hand up to stop Morgan. "Look," he said. "The sentry guard is asleep against that tree."

Morgan crept over and wrestled the startled man to the ground before holding his dagger to the man's throat. “Not very good is it?” Morgan said. “If I were the enemy you would be dead now and the whole camp would be at risk because of your stupidity.”

The man recognised (spelling) Morgan when he let him go. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said.

“You have a job to do,” Morgan said. “The enemy is only a couple of miles away and you need to be alert all the time. If I catch you asleep on guard again I’ll kill you myself.”

“It won’t happen again, sir.”

The two men walked off. “How come so many men call you sir, Morgan?”

“Authority, Baldwin, authority.”

“I have the same authority but they don’t call me sir do they?”

“No, sir,” Morgan said. And they both laughed.

They walked out of the woods and into the camp, a large area in a clearing dotted with tents. So many tents that some were erected amongst the trees. "I wouldn't like to sleep in a tent amongst those trees," Morgan said. "An ideal target for a hit and run terrorising (spelling) raid. Especially if the sentry is asleep."

"Or dead," Baldwin said.

They got to the Duke of Lovat's tent in the centre of the camp. The duke's {caps) bodyguard greeted them and took them inside.

“Ah, my two finest warriors,” the duke's {caps) said. “What news do you have of the enemy?”

Baldwin spoke first. “Down through these woods, there is an open meadow that leads down to a brook. Past the brook, there is some denser woods before it opens out onto a large plain. The enemy is setting up on that plain."

"How far is it to their camp?"

"I should imagine it is about two miles away and they look to be about two hundred strong. (missing closing quotes)

“Not that far then. And if they are about two hundred men, then according to figures from our agents planted in towns around the land, that must be his whole army. We have two hundred men as well. We could launch a dawn attack on them from out of the woods and catch them by surprise But we need to be quick. I don't want them coming out of the woods here and surprising us first.”

“You could attack their camp,” Morgan said. “But it may be costly. You can bet that they have scouts out the same as us and they probably know that we are here. Half our men are archers and it would be best if we let the enemy attack us when we are at the edge of these woods. After they cross the brook and come up the open meadow our archers have the advantage of height and could devastate their numbers before we engage in close combat.”

“You might be right, Morgan, but I think a surprise attack on them would be our best option. Go back tonight and let me know if the situation is the same. If it is, we will launch our attack at dawn. In the meantime, I'll put some more lookouts in the woods, just in case.”

Baldwin and Morgan had some hot food from the cook’s tent and went to their tent to get some sleep. "What do you think of the duke's (caps) plan?" Morgan said. asked.

"It has its good points, but the element of surprise would be lost pretty quickly and then they might come under a counter-attack from those young fit warriors. Even if he wins the battle he could lose a lot of men."

"We'll have another look later but for now let's catch up on some sleep," Morgan said. "It's been a long day."

One of the night guards woke them at one o’clock and they set off into the dark woodlands. They worked their way around the enemy camp to get into a copse that overlooked the camp. They were surprised that the enemy numbers seemed to have trebled. Many more were turning up as the night went on and the men remained looking down from the copse until the sun was about to rise.

“We have been misled,” Morgan said. “There must be almost a thousand warriors out there now. And over the back, there's about twenty horses. Those riders though are not soldiers. They belong to the sheriffs. I wonder why they are here.”

“With such a build-up of men, they must be expecting a victory,” Baldwin said. “So the horsemen are here to hunt down and kill any stragglers in flight after the battle. Our camp has lost any advantage we had with our archers and if we engage in close combat our two hundred men will surely be overwhelmed.”

“We'd best get back and tell the duke (caps) that their numbers have swelled overnight. It's best if we withdraw and the duke (caps) may have to have a re-think of his plans. ”

“You go, Morgan. I’ll stay here and watch for any movement. If it looks like they are preparing to attack, I’ll need to try and alert our men.”

Morgan set off but had not been gone long when Baldwin heard a disturbance behind him and thinking it was his friend he called out. “What’s up, Morgan?” But as he turned, he was shocked to see two men with swords drawn and an archer with an arrow aimed at him.

“Well, what have we here then? A rebel spy. And by the looks of it, a foreign fighter working for the enemies of our land.”

“I’m no fighter just a traveller,” Baldwin said. “I stopped for a rest while passing through.”

The stoutest of the men laughed. “You have a drawn sword lying at your side and it looks to me to be a warrior’s sword, and you look more like a warrior than a traveller.”

"I keep my sword by my side because I've heard of all the trouble here."

The man laughed again. “I’m sure you have some information for us, like who is this Morgan you spoke of? Another traveller, perhaps?"

"Just someone I met on the way. He's gone on his own way now."

"We are not fools. In our camp, we have people who will have the skills to make you tell us what you are doing here. Or if you chose, you can die slowly in excruciating pain. Stand up, and don’t touch your sword. My archer has the ability to cause you pain and suffering without killing you.”

As Baldwin stood up a dagger hit the archer in the back causing him to yell and fall to his knees, his arrow flying wildly off target before he fell forward onto the ground. Baldwin swiftly scooped up his sword. Morgan rushed forward and the two friends engaged the enemy swordsmen. The swordfight was soon over; the enemy being no match for these battle experienced mercenaries.their battle experience.

“Thanks, Morgan, I thought I was in trouble there, and I could have been if that arrow had hit me."

“But it would have been the better of two evils had I not returned. I saw our friends heading for the copse and I thought I would follow them, just in case.”

The men were startled when the archer began giving out a large blast on a horn. “I thought he was dead,” Morgan said. He dashed over and kicked the horn out of the man’s hand before running his sword through his back. “Do you think they heard him, Baldwin?”

“Well, there's a dozen or so men rushing towards us. Best get away from here.”

They had just started to make their escape when they heard the sound of multiple horns sounding off and they stopped running. “What’s going on?” Morgan said. “Surely they are not sending hundreds of warriors after us.”

Baldwin ran back and looked over at the camp. “Something’s going on, those men are heading back to the camp and all the others are running out of the tents.”

Morgan joined him. “Look the duke's (caps) men running out of the woods. They are attacking. They're attacking without the use of the archers first. The idiots think they are attacking a few hundred men. Why the hell didn’t the duke (caps) wait for us to get back.”

"I can't see the duke (caps) . No doubt he is leading from the back as always."

"It's a slaughter," Morgan said. "They are swarming over our men in great numbers. They have no chance; most of our archers have no experience in close combat."

"We have some good friends out there and we can only watch," Baldwin said. "There's nothing we can do for them."

The duke (caps) soon realised his error and sounded a retreat but the enemy was amongst them and would pursue them through the woods until they had killed or dispersed them all.

“I feel so helpless, Baldwin. So what do we do now?”

“We can do nothing. It's time to leave this land and go home. The duke's (caps) war is lost and, to be sure, we will not be paid this month.”

"We won't get paid, but we are better off than the men down there," Morgan said.

Reluctantly, the two men set off towards the coast. They passed woodland and farmland and tried to avoid being noticed from the farmhouses. It was late afternoon when they came to their first village. “You know, Baldwin, despite the duke's (caps) uprising this is a much more civilised country than our own. Look at this place, It's pretty isolated but it has nothing to protect it.”

“Not much to protect anyway. A dozen ramshackle buildings with a blacksmith's forge that looks like it doubles as an inn."

"It’s a different culture, Baldwin. They have the horsemen to keep order but more importantly, every single young man in this country is made to serve some time in the army. I think the horsemen rounded up the retired soldiers to re-join the ranks again and fight. I did notice that when there were only about two hundred most of them were young men. Later the ages were more diverse, some of them even seemed to be quite old.”

“So if there is trouble anywhere, the horsemen go to all the nearby towns and mobilise all the men to take up arms with the army. That would explain the surge in numbers because I am sure now that the two hundred figure was right, at the start of the uprising. Whereas the duke (caps) was a paid man, paid by a cousin of the country's ruler. Very few of our men were from this country, so it would be difficult to add to our numbers.”

“Pity we didn’t work that out earlier,” Morgan said. “All our work and now we won’t get paid and a lot of good men have perished.”

As Morgan had guessed, there was a small inn attached to the blacksmith's shop and the men went inside. A woman was behind the serving counter and two older women sat around a blazing log fire. Morgan hit his head on a low bean causing him to curse and Baldwin to laugh. But there was no response from the women. Morgan ordered the ale. "Do you have any food?" he asked.

"Bread and cheese," the woman said.

"With some butter and onions?"

"Just bread and cheese."

"All right we'll have a plate of that, and it better not be stale."

"The thick straw on this floor can hide many things," Baldwin said. "It looks like a stable and smells of horse manure."

"The smell is more likely to be coming from those two old women toasting themselves by the fire," Morgan said. " But going by the size of that back door, it probably is used as a stable as well." He looked at the fire. (missing opening quote marks) It's a wonder this place hasn't gone up in flames by now."

The woman started to fill two mugs of ale. “Strangers round here,” she said. asked.

“Yes, just passing through,” Baldwin said.

“Come from the battle have you?”

"The battle," Morgan said. "What battle?"

"North of here, some foreign invaders tried to take over our country. You must know about it."

“No, we don’t.”

“Our men folk were victorious and they will return soon. So, where are you headed?”

“Too many questions,” Morgan said. “Just serve us the ale.”

The two old women looked over on hearing the remark. They looked away again and began whispering to each other. The serving woman stared at the men and when they looked at her she looked away only to stare at them again a little later. The men sensed the unfriendly atmosphere and soon ate their food and left the inn.

“How does she get the information so quick?” Morgan said.

“Maybe the two old girls are witches,” Baldwin said and they both laughed.

"Evil ones," one of the old women said after they had left the inn. "Up to no good. I think that they are a couple of defeated enemies fleeing from their evil deeds."

"Don't worry," the bar woman said. "They won't get far. I need to let the sheriffs know." She went out to the back of the inn and to a line of pigeon coops. She tied two bits of red ribbon to the legs of a pigeon from one of the four coops and let the pigeon fly off.


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Review: The Flashers, Chapter 1 by Bruce

Plot:
The lives of two Mercenaries

Scene/Setting:
Moves through a battle to save Lady Margaret, to taking a ship to help fight against one man trying to take a thrown from his brother.

Characters:
Baldwin - Mercenary
Morgan - Mercenary
Sir Foxley
Lady Margaret
Several fighting men
The Count

Suggestions:
Story seems to be moving along nicely and in a logical order. Does come across as a bit choppy in places. I think you are trying to put too much into one chapter. This feels like two to me. One about Lady Margaret and the other about the two brothers. I did enjoy the chapter though and will be continuing with others.

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Chapter 1.
Morgan advanced and struck Baldwin’s sword. Baldwin swung his sword out of the deflection and blocked the next blow(comma) but he had to take a step back as Morgan advanced. “It will soon be over,” Morgan said.

Baldwin laughed and blocked two more blows and then with a mighty upward strike knocked Morgan’s sword from his hand. “You’re dead, Morgan.”

Morgan pushed Baldwin's sword aside and swept his leg before pushing him over. Making sure to avoid the blade, he dropped onto Baldwin’s chest and held a dagger to his throat. “I win, I think.”

“You cheated,” Baldwin said. “Had this been a real fight you would not have got near me.”

Morgan laughed. "Cheated! You can't stop a fight on the battlefield because you think someone cheated." He laughed again as he stood up. “Don’t be such a bad loser. Let’s get to the inn. It’s your forfeit to get the ale.”

Sir Foxley had hired these mercenary fighters for a specific task and after seeing them practising (spelling) again, he walked over. “I pay good money for you two. If you injure each other, or worse, in this silliness, you will be of no use to me.”

“You are paying us for boredom,” Morgan said. “We sat in a field for three days before coming to the village. When are we to get on with the job?”

“Tomorrow the Count will be crossing the Old Wintown Bridge and that is where we will stop him. We must rescue the woman. He has kidnapped her and is asking the Baron for a huge ransom. We need to make sure no harm comes to her when we rescue her. So keep sharp and don’t drink too much ale tonight.”

“Thinks he’s our dad, Morgan.”

“With that unblemished chubby face, he looks more like my mother.”

“Very funny. You will be roused just before dawn.” Sir Foxley walked off to his tent which was located on a green behind the village inn. There were three other tents for Sir Foxley's men but the two friends paid for beds at the inn rather than share Sir Foxley's tents again. The inn was the only one in this small village which was no more than a cluster of houses on a through track-way. There was a dilapidated barn at the end which served as the village store selling everything from vegetables to tools and animal feedstuffs. The inn seemed a more modern place and its tiled roof stood out from all the thatched roofs of the other buildings. The locals congregated in the side rooms leaving the boisterous duke’s (caps) men in the large room drinking their ale around a blazing log fire.

The two men entered the inn and sat with some of the other warriors. "Two more tankards of ale, wench," Morgan called out to the serving girl.

"Yes sir," the girl said and soon returned and put the tankards on the table.

Morgan slapped the girl's rear. "And a fine well-built buxom wench you are too. I'll wager you like your oats."

"I do, sir," she said and walked off wondering what they were laughing at.

"Always having an eye for the serving girls," Baldwin said.

Morgan looked across to the girl who was smiling at him. "Well, Baldwin, unlike you, I wont (spelling) be sleeping on my own tonight."

"Oh, so you've changed your mind and decided to sleep with the men in the tents after all then?"

Morgan grinned and shook his head without comment.

“So, Morgan, who is this woman we are to rescue?” one of the men asked.

“I don’t know. It’s all very secret. Must be someone special though, we don’t come cheap.”

“What if she is killed in the fight? Will we still get paid?”

“Probably not,” Baldwin said. “You have had half of your pay but you could forget the rest if she dies. Bear that in mind, a dead woman will cost us all.”

Early the next morning the men got to Wintown Bridge just as the sun was rising. The bridge was an ancient high single-arch stone bridge. It was only wide enough for one cart and it ran over a stream. The stream could become quite fierce in times of storm but at the moment it just meandered through. Six men went to hide under the bridge and Sir Foxley, Baldwin, Morgan and two others were hiding just off the road. A wooden barrier had been erected at the foot of the bridge but could not be seen from the other side until the travellers (spelling) were on the bridge.

We've been here over two hours," Baldwin said. "It seems your informant may have got it wrong, Sir Foxley."

"No, they will cross here soon, I'm sure of it."

"Glad we're not under the bridge like the others," Morgan said. "I don't like getting my feet wet. If they have no big stones to stand on their feet will be all wrinkled up, and a bit cold."

"What, like your serving girl partner at the inn last night?" Baldwin said.

"At least I had a partner for the night."

Baldwin laughed. "I think I'd rather do without." he said.

"Quiet!" Sir Foxley said. "I can hear someone coming."

"Well, let's hope it's them then," Baldwin said.

As the horses stopped at the barrier Sir Foxley's men came out from hiding and Sir Foxley drew a pistol. "Just stop there," he shouted.

There were two riders. A woman who was tied to the horse and the Count, a well-dressed man, on the other. Eight armed men followed behind on foot.

The Count also pulled out a pistol as his men came forward. Sir Foxley was quicker to raise his pistol and he shot the Count. The Count took a mortal blow and fell from his horse as the woman's horse bolted and jumped the fence. Sir Foxley managed to hold onto the Count's horse. He mounted the horse and chased after the woman.

The men under the bridge arch came out onto the bridge behind the Count's men. Morgan, as was normal, straight away took one of the men out with his throwing knife. The remaining seven men stood little chance against the ten professional swordsmen. They were blocked in and were quickly put to the sword with only the loss of one of the Sir Foxley's men, though two others had been wounded.

Baldwin looked at the dead Count. "A lucky shot. But I don't think these new-fangled things will catch on. If you fire at a swordsman and miss, by the time you have messed about reloading the thing you'll be run through."

Sir Foxley returned with the woman. He had already untied her and they dismounted. "This is the Baron's daughter, Lady Margaret. She assures me that there will be a reward for all of you on top of what you are owed. Baldwin and Morgan you can accompany us to the Baron's castle. The rest of you get back to town with the casualties and we'll meet up at the inn tomorrow night."

They had been walking for two hours and Sir Foxley asked the two men if one of them would like to ride the horse for a while. Lady Margaret also offered but the two men declined saying that they would rather walk, neither of them ever having been on a horse. It took the rest of the day to get to the Baron's castle getting there just before dusk. The Baron was overjoyed to see the safe return of his daughter and they dined well in the main hall with the Baron and his family and slept that night in luxurious beds. The next morning they left one of the horses with the Baron and they set off on their way back.

They were passing through some woods just before Wintown Bridge when four bandits stepped out from the trees and stood in their path. Three of the men were holding swords and the other had an arrow aimed at Sir Foxley.

"Our lucky day," one of the men said. "A nobleman and his two servants."

Morgan and Baldwin looked at each other. "Servants!" Morgan said.

Sir Foxley stopped just in front of the men. "If you wish us to pay a toll to pass through your land I will accommodate you."

"You will accommodate us by giving us all your money. Pass that satchel down and you can be on your way."

"I need to dismount to unhook the satchel strap from under the saddle. But I'll not do it while you have an arrow pointed at me. And if you shoot me now the horse will bolt and gallop to town and you will see none of the gold."

"Gold, we are lucky today." The man motioned to the archer to drop his bow down. The archer responded by moving the bow to the side and off target. As soon as he did Sir Foxley raised his pistol and shot the archer in the head. The horse reared up and bolted and the three swordsmen scattered in panic. Morgan took the opportunity to throw his dagger taking another one of them down.

Morgan retrieved his dagger and he and Baldwin faced the remaining two bandits. "You have two choices," Morgan said. "You can go back in the woods and live, or you can stay here and die. I can drop one of you with this dagger before you even see my arm move and that would leave two of us onto one. Also, our horse rider has re-loaded his pistol and is on his way back. So what's it to be?"

The two bandits looked at each other and turned and hurried off. "That was very generous of you, Morgan."

"Generous indeed, Baldwin. Like they said, this is their lucky day but not for the other two."

Baldwin struck the archer's bow three times with his sword and then snapped it in half. Sir Foxley came back. "Good work, men," was all he said and they set off once more for the town.

* * * * *


Morgan and Baldwin collected the rest of their payment and went to rent a room at a tavern in the nearby coastal town. It had been a week since the battle at Winton Bridge and Baldwin and Morgan were starting to get bored. “Not much going on in this country now that the crooked Count is dead,” Morgan said. "The Baron said he wasn't even a proper Count."

“Maybe we should go to the dock and see if we can get a ride on a ship to Advent. Worst ways we could do a bit of bounty hunting for the Advent militia until something else comes along.”

They got to the dock and there were three ships in. “Look, the one at the end is flying the Duke of Lovat’s flag, “Morgan said. (remove space before quote marks and add space after quote marks) “Worth a look.”

They walked up to the ship and two of the men who had been with them at Winton Bridge were on their way ashore.

“What’s happening?” Baldwin asked.

“The duke’s (caps) leaving tomorrow for the Pavillion Uprising. He’s got fifty men on board and another hundred and fifty at Blouton near the border of Pavillion.”

“Pavillion Uprising, what’s that about?” Morgan said.

“The president died without a son to take over so it fell to his brothers’ sons. One of two cousins took over but the other cousin is not happy and wants to overthrow him. Families eh.”

“Sounds good,” Morgan said. “We’ll go and have a word with the duke (caps) .”

“We will all be pleased to have you two with us.”

The two men went aboard the ship and after clearing it with the duke (caps) , a seaman took them down to the duke’s (caps) cabin. “Good to see you again. I was wondering where you two were.”

“So!” Morgan said. “Were you going to leave without us?”

“I didn’t even know you were here. Nobody told me. But you can be sure that I am glad to have men of your calibre (spelling) with us.”

“So, what is the uprising about?”

“Two cousins, one country and they both want control. Now, one is no better than the other in any way but we are being hired by the one who is not in control. It is our job to defeat the other cousin’s army and appoint our cousin to the presidency.”

“So there is no good cousin and bad cousin?” Baldwin said.

“No. Just that one is paying us and the other is not.”

“So it is just about money,” Morgan said.

“As always, Morgan,” the duke (caps) said. “As always, you should know me by now.”

“What about our payment?”

“Eight gold coins each. That is a lot more than the others are getting so keep it to yourself. Four now and four when the job is done. We should be back here in no more than two to three weeks.”

“I’m in,” Morgan said.

“And me,” Baldwin said. “So are you the captain (caps) of this boat?”

“No, and it’s a ship, not a boat. The captain's (caps) in the main cabin. I just hire the ship when I need it.” The duke (caps) poured some wine into three goblets. “Let’s drink to our success.”

* * * * *


The ship arrived at Blouton two days later. The duke (caps) and his men marched twenty miles to a large residence where the rest of his troops were camped in the grounds.

“Has the man got no warriors of his own,” Morgan asked the duke (caps) .

“Only about twenty and he likes to keep them around him.”

“So his cousin has two hundred men and he has twenty. Are you sure we are on the right side?”

“Morgan, we are on the side that is paying us. When we have dealt with the other cousin’s ramshackle army our man will take control of the country. I am going to see him now to make sure there are no changes or developments. You sort yourselves into one of the spare tents. We will march out at dawn tomorrow.”

Baldwin and Morgan walked out amongst the tents. As they walked through they acknowledged some of the men (comma) all of them private warriors hired for their fighting skills by The Duke of Lovat. Some were skilled swordsmen, some were archers and a few were good at both. Some of the men were friends, some they knew only vaguely and some were strangers.

“There’s the cook’s tent,” Morgan said. “Let’s get something to eat and turn in for the night.” He looked at some of the tents in rolls on the grass. “The duke (caps) said that there were plenty of tents but he didn’t say we had to put them up ourselves.”

They were woken the following morning when it was still dark. They dressed and gathered their belonging and made their way to the cook’s tent. As soon as they left the tent men began taking it down to load onto a donkey cart. There was a mass of men around the cook’s tent. “Might give this a miss,” Baldwin said.

One of the leaders saw them and called across to them. “Baldwin, Morgan, come over here.”

The old friends shook hands. “Don’t queue up with that rabble the leader’s tent is round the back. You can sit in comfort and get served at the table.”

The men chatted about old conflicts and a short while later the duke (caps) walked in. “All you leaders gather your men together ready to move. Baldwin and Morgan, you can come up the front with me.”

The men set off and after half an hour Baldwin turned to the duke (caps) and asked. “Do you know where the enemy is, Duke?”

“Yes, and they know we are coming as well. I have it on good knowledge that they are marching straight to meet us.”

“And when will we engage?”

“Probably a couple of days. We went over the border nearly as soon as we left camp, so we are in their territory now.”

They marched until near dusk with a few little breaks and then set up the camp in a clearing in the woods.

“Can you two scout ahead later and see if there is any sign of the enemy?”

“Yes,” Baldwin said. “But we’ll grab a couple of hours rest first.”

Two in the morning they were roused by a warrior and they set off into the woods. It was only forty-five minutes later when they walked halfway down a bank and were looking across at the enemy camp. “Looks about the same size as our camp, Morgan. By the number of tents, probably about two hundred men.”

“Yeah, and they have plenty of sentries out. Let’s hope the few sentries the duke (caps) has put out is enough.”

“I’ll count the tents,” Baldwin said.

Morgan laughed. “Don’t you trust your own estimation?”

“Yes but...” Baldwin stopped mid-sentence. “I heard something.” The words had just left his mouth when some armed men started running out from behind a line of bushes. Not knowing how many were following, the two men decided to make a hasty retreat back up the bank.


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Review: The Flashes, Chapter 5 by Bruce
Plot:
Group of people protecting a cove from pirates.

Scene/Setting:
Some of the cove people have gathered their important belongings and are holed up in a small cavern, blocked off by a large bolder. Pirates raid their cave area then leave. Time passes and a few of the men take mussels and other shell fish into the local town to sell. While they are there the pirates return.

Characters:
Elfwine - male, archer
Dunstan - male, old man
Osbert - male, young boy
Baldwin - male, warrior
Matilda
Erica - Osbert's sister

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Coming in the middle of the story, it is sometimes very difficult to figure out who is who. I didn't have this problem. I was able to figure out who the main characters were and even know a bit about them. It was a very good chapter. I plan on looking up the first four chapters.

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I hope I have been helpful. Any suggestions made are my own personal feelings I plan on keeping up with the story.

Chapter 5


Dunstan closed and secured the gate and the women climbed up onto a hidden ledge and went through a tight tunnel ten foot long leading to a small cavern. Elfwine had gathered up weapons and tools in a bag and he threw it up to Osbert. Osbert tied the bag to his foot and set off down the tunnel. Elfwine and Dunstan filled three more bags with goods and clothes.

Dunstan was the next up and Elfwine passed the bags to Dunstan who tied his bag and joined the others.

“Let’s go,” Elfwine said.

Baldwin was still at the gate looking out at the pirates. “Why are we hiding?“ Baldwin said. asked (or another word to designate a question) “With your archery skills you could take half of them out, and that would only leave about eight. Not impossible for the four of us.”

“Not that simple, Baldwin. They are not fools and if I didn’t get to them before they landed they would run at us, but not in a straight line. I might get them as they got close, but probably only about four of them before we were in range of their pistols.”

“Then we could weave about as well.”

“Then I would hit even less. They would be on us. A warrior, an archer, an old man and a young boy.”

“We would have a chance,” Baldwin said. “We might beat them.”

“And if we don’t, and if the women can’t get the boulder in place, and if they find the tunnel.”

“If, if, if!”

“Just get up on the ledge and go down the tunnel. There is more at stake here than your pride and ego.”

“I’m new here and I’ll do as you bid," Baldwin said. "But I’m not happy."

Elfwine followed Baldwin up to the ledge and through the tunnel, pulling their bags behind them. Matilda had taken a lamp and it lit up the sphere shaped cavern. The wine pouches and all the spare tools utensils and other items were stored in there. When they were all in the cavern they pushed a large boulder in place blocking the tunnel entrance.

It was not long before they heard loud voices and the smashing of the gate. Shouting and laughing, the pirates took anything of use to them and smashed things for the fun of it. They were there a while searching for valuables but everything of value had been taken into the cavern. They stole vegetables from the plot and any chickens they could catch. Then it went quiet.

“I think they have gone,” Dunstan said.

They rolled the boulder back, but Dunstan stood over the entrance ready with his sword in case anyone tried to get in.

“I’ll take a look,” Elfwine said.

“I’ll come with you,” Baldwin said. “There is enough hands here to move the boulder back."

Elfwine gave a nod and they set off through the tunnel. They lay on the ledge at the top for a while, looking and listening, but all was quiet.

Baldwin looked at the devastation in the cave. Clothes and other items strewn about the floor, the table broken, and smashed pottery lying amongst some spoiled leftover food. “What a mess,” he said.

Elfwine climbed down, drew his sword and Baldwin followed. They moved slowly towards the cave entrance and looked out. One boat was a good way out and the other was just leaving the beach.

“If they decide to come back off that boat we can possibly take the eight of them,” Baldwin said.

Elfwine laughed. “They won’t come back. They have what they want.”

“And what is that?" Baldwin asked.”

“Fresh food, Baldwin. And I think that now they know they can get supplies here, they might come back another time.”

"They wouldn't be able to come back if we'd have killed them all," Baldwin said.

"So now it's your turn to use that if word," Elfwine said. "He saw the second boat heading for the ship. “I’ll go and get the others.” He looked at the mess around the cave. “We have a lot of work to do.”

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Time passed and (period and caps on 'the') the women were tending to the crops, the chickens and the geese. The birds had started to recover their numbers after the pirates had found the way through the cave and taken half of them. This small bay was inaccessible from the sea due to the treacherous rocks. The sheer cliff face also made it inaccessible from the land. The only way in was through the cave from the large bay and even that was cut off when the tide was in.

However, on this day the tide was out and Baldwin, Dunstan, Elfwine and Osbert were collecting winkles, cockles and mussels on the shore of the larger bay. When they had filled the small baskets they gathered edible seaweed in the bigger basket. They occasionally checked out to sea in case the pirates were returning and landward in case some of the Mossley townsfolk were coming to take their seafood. They would only allow them to take small amounts for their own use. They were not happy about it but at least the smaller bay was exclusively theirs. They also had to look out in case of a raid by the raiders known as The Vialians. Even though the raiders had never needed to venture past the town.

When the baskets were full the men returned to the cave and sat by the fire with the rest of the group enjoying some re-heated broth. "Your broth is excellent, Matilda, even on the second day," Baldwin said.

"No one can argue with that," Dunstan said. "I think it is even better the second day. But the tide is coming in fast and you had better get going before you get cut off."

Baldwin and Elfwine took up the produce baskets and set off for the five-mile trek to the town. When they left the cave the waves were lapping their ankles as they crossed to higher ground. Elfwine, an expert archer, also took his bow and arrows, and Baldwin took his sword. Then they each had a dagger which they kept with them at all times.

Dunstan, the elder of the group, stood watch at the cave entrance for a while before closing up the pole gate. Osbert went through to the small bay to help his sister, Erica and the other womenfolk, but their tasks were done and the eggs collected. Osbert sat on a rock with his sister as the other two women returned to their home in the cave.

“What do you think Baldwin and Elfwine will get from the market?” Erica asked. “We could do with a goat, I keep telling Baldwin, but he won’t listen.”

“It would take a lot more produce to get a goat."

"They could take some extra coins from the chest in the bolt hole," Erica said.

"Anyway if we had a goat and the pirates return they would be sure to slaughter and steal it.”

“Not if we took it with us into the bolt hole.”

“Don’t be silly,” Osbert said. “It is a struggle enough for us all to crawl through the tight tunnel. You’d never get a goat through. Anyway, one goat is not enough. We would need at least two to breed.”

“Osbert, do you think those pirates will return?”

“There is nothing here for them except food. If they need food as they are passing then they will return.”

Erica thought of the bolt hole tunnel leading off the cave to the small cavern. “I was so frightened listening to those pirates yelling and laughing as they smashed and looted our home. What if they found the tunnel and moved the boulder? We would all be killed.”

“It takes a few of us to get the bolder in front of the cavern entrance. One man cramped in the tunnel would struggle to shift it, no matter how strong he was and the gap would be enough to run a sword through. Come on, let’s get inside. We have chores to do.”

When they got to the cave Matilda had already built up the fire, giving them light and somewhere to cook a meal for when the men returned from Mossley.

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It was a three-hour walk up through the twin peaks before they got to the town of Mossley. They walked along a foot wide plank over the ditch to the locked gate. During the hours of darkness the plank would be withdrawn, so if they remained in the town too late they would have to exit by the main gate and walk around the ditch.

"Come on, Morgan, open the gate," Baldwin shouted.

Morgan had already recognised (spelling) them and (period after 'them' and caps on 'he') he unlocked and opened the small gate. "Good to see you again, Baldwin," he said. "The mussels look good as usual. I'll get some from the market later."

"Take some now."

"Okay, but I'll pay you."

"Don't insult me," Morgan. "What's mine is yours."

"And what's mine is mine," Morgan replied and they both laughed but Elfwine did not find it funny. "I'll take a break and meet you in The Bull in about an hour," Morgan said. "Save me the mussels and I'll get them in there."

Baldwin and Elfwine set off for the market square. "We all work hard for our living," Elfwine said. "It's not right that you give it away to your friends for nothing."

"Sorry, I didn't think. But I'll pay for his mussels out of my own money."

They went to the food stall that always gave them the best deal. The stall owner, a stout and pleasant woman greeted them.

"Always good to see you two, especially with that lovely fresh food you bring me from The Flashes. But tell me, Baldwin, how is Erica? She has not been to town for weeks now."

(missing opening quote marks) We are all busy at the moment, what with the crops and that raid by the pirates, destroying our home. But what about you, where is Alfred today?"

(missing opening quote marks) He is out at our plot gathering some more vegetables for our stall. But down to business, let's see what you have got for me. (missing closing quote marks) They left the stall with Morgan's mussels, a leg of goat, a pouch of wine and some coins.

"So we still have a few coins," Elfwine said. "Let's call at the inn (caps) and have a drink with your friend Morgan."

"We all work hard for our living," Baldwin said. "It's not right that you spend it on ale."

Elfwine looked back at him and just shook his head and grinned.

They walked into the inn (caps) and up to the bar. "Flora not in today?" Baldwin said toasked the innkeeper.

"You've just missed her. She gone to meet one of the guards, I think. You'll have to carry your own jugs."

They were not there long before Morgan walked in with Flora. He turned to Flora. “These are the friends I was telling you about. And this is Flora.”

“Hello, Flora. We have met before when we first called in here," Baldwin said.

“Yes," Flora said. "And how are you Elfwine?"

"You know Elfwine too?" Morgan said.

"Yes, he's been in here a lot with an elderly man. When I was a young girl I had a bit of a crush on Elfwine." She smiled at him. "Didn't I?"

"And I on you," Elfwine said.

"Well he has a wife now," Morgan said.

"I know that. Arabella was a friend of mine. Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Morgan?"

"Don't be silly. I'll go and get some ale, as the serving wench is not working at the moment."

His friends laughed as he walked off.

"So you and Morgan are friends now?" Elfwine said.

“More than friends. Morgan lives with me.”

Morgan returned and put the jug on the table with two fresh mugs.

“Didn’t like the barrack room then, Morgan?”

“No. They wouldn't let me take Flora into the room. So because Flora was continually pestering me to move in with her, I moved into her dwelling, just over the road. It’s only small but it’s cosy.”(spelling)

"Bloody cheek," Flora said. "It was you that was pestering me."

"Which one of us do you believe, Baldwin?" Morgan said.

"Flora, of course."

Morgan only had one drink and then he had to set off back to his duty at the small gate. Flora took Morgan's mussels across to her dwelling and then went back to serving at the inn.

Baldwin and Elfwine had just started on their second jug of ale when the warning horn sounded across the town. The innkeeper took a huge sword from a cupboard and laid it on the bar.

"What is it?" Baldwin called out.

"Looks like a raid," the innkeeper said. "Probably Vialians." A man looked in and called out something to the innkeeper. The innkeeper then turned to Baldwin and Elfwine. "They are coming from seaward, so they must be pirates. That's good. Their inaccurate powder pistols are no match for our arrows, as they found out to their cost the last time they paid us a visit."

The two men grabbed their goods and ran out and across town back towards the small gate.

"Pirates would have been to the cave," Elfwine said. "The flimsy pole gate would not give our folk much time to get into the bolt hole, especially if they had not seen them in time?"

"There were no pirates in the bay when we left," Baldwin said. "So the tide must have been high when they got there and the cave would have been cut off," Baldwin said. "But there again they do have small boats."

"They would probably leave it because the waves are strong in that channel. Let's hope that they are planning to raid the cave on the way back when it will be easier to get in."

"We must get back there before them, Elfwine."

"But how do we get out of here if the pirates are at the gates?"

"It depends how many there are," Baldwin said. "Pirates are not the fittest of men. If we can clear them from the gate, we can leave our goods with Morgan and we may be able to make a run for it. They would never catch us."


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I liked the pace of this piece. It moves you quickly through a lot of action but doesn't leave you breathless in the end. I had no problem picturing everything which was happening. You got your "blackmail" idea across very nicely. Thanks for posting.

Jane

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Review of Dear Me  
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I love how you did this. Makes me want to try it. Hope you were able to get all seven things done on you list. I talk to myself a lot. There is no one else in the house so I have basically become my own best friend.

Thanks for post. It is cute the way it is done

Jane

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Review of Summer Kiss  
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This is a great piece. It is adorable for lack of a better word. I can see the two people. I can feel the heat. I can feel the nervousness of especially the boy. How you have him second guessing his actions is fantastic and pulls the reader in to find out more.

Congratulations.

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I know this is not a long piece, but you say so much in just a few words. I would love to know how you went about self-publishing. I have one book I would like to try but I am having trouble on where to begin.

Thanks for posting.

Jane
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Interesting piece. You have emotion although I think you could add a bit more. Maybe some inward speaking of the main character to show how her mind is heading towards insane thoughts. I see it is part 2 and I was unable to find part one, which I am going to guess is the actual shooting.

If you write something and go to the bottom of the page you can set the piece to retain the division between paragraphs. It would have been easier to read with an extra line between each paragraph.


When starting a new sentence the first word is always capitalized.

...she (need caps on She) got out of hospital five ...

...later, and two weeks later she bumped into I would write this:...Later. Two weeks after that she...

...boyfriend. he (need caps on He) {c:blue)tried to walk...
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Review of Thoughts  
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Interesting piece. Possible prologue to a story. I would be interested to see where this story goes.

I found a couple grammatical mistakes, such as lower case "I" where they should be capitalized. I would also divide this into more than one paragraph.

...After a little while you left.(new paragraph} Reach for her, foolish idiot! I ....

...or did you hear me all the time? (new paragraph} NO! Don`t think like that! I jump to you
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Review of The Inferiors  
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This was marvelous. Even with the time period you put it into, there is enough references to life, those in the present would be able to be pulled into the story. There are so many different directions you can go with this. If you have done anything to add to it, please let me know. I will be very interested is seeing how the story unfolds.

Thank you for posting. I look forward to reading more.

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Review of A seashore story  
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I really liked this piece. It shows the world young Monu is growing up in, in great detail. I had no problem feeling his pain for having to live a poor life. You have added contrast to bring out the differences in two worlds on a small stretch of land.

The wording is a little strange in a few places, but I think that is more because of the differences in our backgrounds.

Thank you so much for posting.
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This was adorable and I loved it. Your personification is first rate. Congratulations! I look forward to reading more of your work.

I found only two error which is fantastic:

{color:blue}"What's a marsupial," asked Vernon's wife Ginger. need question mark here not comma.

{color:blue}"...digestion "Oh yes, quite," said a rather small koala whose name no one could ever remember..." Need period after digestion and new paragraph from this point on. You have another Koala speaking.
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Review of Dear Me, 2017  
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This is a very interesting format. I love the way you have made it a Personal Journal without specifying it as such. The whole piece shows ingenuity. Thanks for putting it out there.

Jane
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Review of Real Arts  
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I really liked this "argument" on what is art. I agree with you final analysis. I you have an idea, and you put that idea out there so others can use any of their senses to know what you are expressing then it is art.

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I found this story very interesting. I wasn't able to complete an "ice breaker" but I do co-author a website where we start a story and then others being their characters into it and keep the story going.

I found a couple grammatical issues where the wrong word was used.

The story was easy to follow and the surprise ending was well done.




“Princess Suzy had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell, Princess Suzy went to heaven, the steamboat went to … Hello, operator, please give me number nine, and if you disconnect me I’ll kick you from … behind the refrigerator there was a piece of glass...”

I remember this rhyme from school. It brought back a lot of memories from recess.
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Review of Musical Challenge  
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Interesting collection of music.

I noticed that the lyrics are not that important to me other than that they are easy to sing along. The meaning of the words is less important than the combination of rhythm and musical instruments.

Words of songs have always meant the most to me. I do enjoy instrumentals sometimes especially the sax, drums and bagpipes. One other thing I had a hard time with on this challenge, is I need absolute quiet when I write, so I had to came up with songs which demonstrated what I wanted the reader to feel when they read my story.

Thanks for sharing.
Jane
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for entry "Creation Saturday
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Your editable house is hilarious. I can actually picture men sitting around eating paper to make into spitballs. While I think it is a bit juvenile, who am I to say. I would think the spitballs they ate would "gum" up the works if you know what I mean.

I didn't know Elmer's glue was made for horse bones. That is a bit of information I will store away. The knowledge might come in handy someday.

I stayed away from the live wearable animals. It was just too creepy to think about, but you did great in coming up with examples.
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for entry "Miracles
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I am happy for your friend. It is marvelous to hear she can see again.

"We often think of miracles as physical healing but I think that miracles come in many forms. Freedom from addiction or mental health problems are miracles in themselves, whether in a Spiritual sense or not. These are so hard to overcome, so anyone that succeeds to do so can say that they have had a miracle in their lives"

I love what you are saying here. When our physical lives are made better by getting away for things trying to pull us down, we should be proud of ourselves and definitely think of it as a miracle. There are s many out there who do not have the ability to fight the evils of the world.
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Review of Espero's Blog  
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When you directly answered the question you pin pointed an exact answer. I took it as a more general question... do I write for others outside the 30 Day Blogging Challenge.

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Review of Blog @ Work  
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That is a fantastic record. Where do you go to see how many people read what you write?
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Review of The Runaways  
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Reviewing for January Rising Stars:

This piece is really good. I haven't heard of this contest but from what I am getting you have to write a story in very few amount of words. You succeded. You have a beginning, a middle and an end which I have been told is one of the main requirements for a "story".

I think I would have liked to have a name for "She". We know precisely how she is feeling. We know she is in love with Tom.

Again very well done.
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for entry "JAN 6--Winning 30DBC
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Fantastic entry. You gave me a few giggles and laughs. Thanks.

Jane
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This was an excellent response.
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This is oh so true for everyone.

Jane
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"... one person's rights end where another person's rights begin...."

Your statement is valid. But... how do you decide where each person's rights begin and end. I might have the idea that I have the right to walk down a sidewalk, with say a provocative saying on the shirt. Another person walking toward me might have on a shirt with a different provocative saying and feel it is their right to wear the shirt in public. Who's "right" is more important?

Governments are supposed to take into account everyone's right to live their life the way they want too. They are supposed to make it so people are allowed to live in the manner they see fit. They are supposed to keep us safe. Unfortunately they decide to go beyond the safety issue and try and rule our minds. This is where many have drawn their personal lines and disagree.

I enjoyed reading your submission
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