Currently, we stand at: – 2 – 2 – 2 … that’s right, another three-way tie. The voting deadline is February 26th at 7pm Central, and you can expect the update on the following weekend. Thanks for bearing with me … Continue reading
I was planning on providing some historical context here, but I’m running low on time, and in actuality, there isn’t a lot to say. Between noon on the 11th, when the previous scenario ended, and the start of this scenario, … Continue reading
Voting stands thus: – 2 – 1 – 0 The deadline is midnight CST tonight. Get those votes in. Also, head over to for an update on what I and others of the Many Words-affiliated crew will be up to … Continue reading
Welcome back to Breaking Fortress Holland, wherein we take on the role of the Germans in 1940, during the invasion of the Netherlands. Last time, we achieved good success at Mill, breaking through the first Dutch defensive line. Now, we … Continue reading
Alfhilde volunteered, “We thought we might have one more day to prepare for the journey. Hrothgar left the walls…” She thought a moment. “Last night, wasn’t it? He left to trade for food. By the time he made it back, … Continue reading
“You passed the city two weeks ago,” Hrothgar prompted. “What came next?” “Our scouts found them moving north. They marched in poor order. We thought we could strike a decisive blow, ambushing them as they moved, but they were too … Continue reading
Greetings, readers. It’s been a while since I’ve used this space, but I have two things to say today, so here we are. First off: more on the Procurement Games at the Fish Bowl. Parvusimperator chooses a fighter which is … Continue reading
“How did we lose?” Hrothgar said. Alfhilde gave him a look, and murmured something below Falthejn’s hearing. “No,” said Falthejn, “the question is a fair one. What news have you had heard of the war so far?” “Too little,” said … Continue reading
Falthejn unrolled his bedroll at the mouth of the chamber. Sif set up a few yards away, nearer him than Hrothgar and Alfhilde. The couple unpacked at the back of the chamber, six yards away. Alfhilde unbound the pan from … Continue reading
A few minutes’ scramble down the hillside brought them to the cave. Hanging moss obscured the entrance. Alfhilde pushed it aside. “Do you have a torch?” “Something better,” Falthejn said. He set his extra pack down, felt through his pockets, … Continue reading
