Cannon found himself on a catwalk which crossed the zep’s beam. Across the centerline was another companionway which led up to the dining room. Far forward was yet another, which led up to the main central corridor. Unless he missed … Continue reading
It was no use skulking around while the crew was cleaning up for the night, so Cannon set his alarm clock for the wee hours of the morning, reclined on the couch, and closed his eyes. He woke a few … Continue reading
After a long and lazy but profitable evening at the card table, Iseabail and Cannon returned to their cabin. Cannon shut the door. “He knows,” Iseabail said. “Pardon?” “He knows,” Iseabail repeated, stabbing the air with her finger. “Wailani. He … Continue reading
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving, if you’re one of my fellow Americans. I have some fun side content featuring everyone’s favorite young magiker set to appear in December. Winter wargaming will not be a thing this year, though you … Continue reading
Wailani left them. Cannon raised his eyebrows at Iseabail. “Ach,” she said. “I hope his whatsit’s as good as he says.” Cannon smiled. “Our Mr. Wailani doesn’t seem the sort to lead us on, does he?” Iseabail shook her head. … Continue reading
As the note and byline atop the associated post suggest, my friend, associate, and tafl partner Nasa graciously provided this fascinating entry for your reading pleasure today. I’m certainly glad to have him on board, especially in weeks like this … Continue reading
Coming back soon, I promise! This week, I’m back to writing more than coding; next week, stories resume. Pop over to the Soapbox today for the start of parvusimperator’s Navy Week, as well as news on the OpenTafl Tafl Open. … Continue reading
The author is: 1. Working on the introduction to a new Nexus naval war story, 2. Whipping up a wargame tentatively titled Random Carrier Battles (watch the Soapbox for more), and 3. Preparing for the OpenTafl Tafl Open at the … Continue reading
“Excellent,” Church said. “How bad is the damage to Warspite? Is Hermes still in fighting trim?” Weatherby shook his head. “You know I can’t answer those, Church, and you couldn’t print them in any event.” The cleverest thing Weatherby had … Continue reading
“Commander Weatherby!” Weatherby turned. Hustling after him down one of Resolution‘s narrow corridors was a short man with unkempt blond hair and a five-o’clock shadow Weatherby found unduly irritating; or, perhaps he was letting his opinion of the man influence … Continue reading
