Here's the opening paragraph of my NaNoWriMo effort.
Chapter 1: The Last Battlefield
"Turtle! Turtle! Turtle!" Flavius croaked roughly, his voice hoarsened by a full day of yelling commands at battlefield pitch, trying to be heard over the fierce roaring of the enemy and the piteous cries and screams of the wounded and dying. The remaining Roman legionaries formed up, falling and stumbling together from exhaustion as much as moving purposefully into formation. They positioned their shields to form the "turtle" in preparation for deflecting the flight of arrows which was about to fall on them from the barbarian archers.
In 53 BC, the Roman general Crassus got his ass handed to him by the Parthians but the Parthians kept his head. During and after that campaign, a lot of Roman legionaries were "lost." There are rumors and hints of legionaries in China and other points East, and current DNA research is underway in central China to test for this. This is the story of an East-bound centurion, his century of men, and their encounter with a mysterious group of pale-skinned, bloodthirsty night-hunters in the foothills of the Himalayas.
Read the complete first chapter here.