Hot Snap: A Future-Fantasy War Story, Part 2/4

A bit belated because yours truly was unexpectedly caught up in errands today! Without further pause, I present to you the next 1440-odd words of “Hot Snap!” (Previous Part Here) There were abandoned gun-nests here and there, some magnetic artillery pieces in stony casemates char-hammered during the first landings, but no OpFor. After six hours, […]

Dark Helm and Wing’d Spear, #8

(Last Entry Here) (Table of Contents) Filare woke up hanging from manacles set into an exceedingly damp wall in a dim chamber filled by darkness and the distant ocean’s roar. The dark-iron walls were engraved with geometric patterns in scummy bronze, and there was none of the arcane ornamentation that abounded elsewhere in the port. […]

Dark Helm and Wing’d Spear, #7

(Last Entry Here) (Table of Contents) Filare knew he looked laughable, a soggy, overdressed Firascan stomping through an unfamiliar port towards nowhere in particular. But damn it, that–that–that THING made him feel so weak angry! Who was this supposed Inquisitor to bully a free man? And what proof did he have he was an Inquisitor, […]

Dark Helm and Wing’d Spear, #6

(Last Entry Here) (Table of Contents) “I am not too presumptuous in guessing you do not speak Ulmish?” Morkui asked. He tensed his fingers, flicking his spear’s head inward away from the encroaching walls. Passersby were forced to move around the killing point, which Shayris knew Morkui liked even if he made an apologetic expression […]