Today's OneWord: Attack

"I was there," said the bard. "I was there when the attack took place. They used spears, and shields made from heavy wood. I saw one javelin pierce the heart of my father. I wish I could say he died instantly. He did not."

The trembling in her voice gave away her emotion. The innkeeper sat her down and served her a glass of the strongest grog. I felt my body rock against the cushion of my stool, and my fingers drummed against the grooved hilt of my sword.