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Off the Cliff
Written by Paul   
Sunday, 06 March 2016 18:32
Posting super-early tonight, as I will be moving the computer on a few hours and the internet will not be hooked up until sometime tomorrow.  Fair thee well, and if you don't hear from me, send someone to rescue me.

And don't forget the campaign!
Flashing Blades!
Written by Paul D. Batteiger   
Thursday, 03 March 2016 22:48
Come and read an excerpt from Call of the Crimson Empire:

A Troublesome Episode of Discourtesy

Kasar stepped off the transport and shouldered her way among the crowd on the steps that led down to the wide boulevard.  This was a far better sector of the city, and she held her head up among the well-dressed gentlemen trailed by their bodyguards, the ladies in their piled hairstyles and glimmering fashions.  She knew her own clothes were plain and marked her as an offworlder, but she would not hesitate or hide her face, not even here.

She stepped onto the wide golden street and looked up, hoping to see the red banners of the Guard, but the places were bare.  Strange.  The current of the crowd was against her, and she had to push her way through, grunting minimal apologies as she made her way upstream.  Bodyguards glowered at her, and she glowered back.  She had to remind herself to keep her hand of her sword-hilt.  This was not the Outworlds.

At last the crowd thinned away, and she climbed the broad steps to the plaza that swept along the front of the Hall of Heroes.  There stood the tall, columned front she had seen in so many stories, the statues of great Guardsmen standing shaded in the red sunlight.  Again there was a lack of banners, and she felt annoyed.  This was the seat of the Imperial Guards, where were the flags and banners?  Where were the red-cloaked heroes themselves?  She crossed the wide plaza and found she was alone moving closer to the sprawling edifice – no one else was near.

Puzzled, she mounted the great steps and passed into the shadow of the building, and there she found no red-armored warriors, but only two men in armor so dark blue it was almost black, and black cloaks that hung behind them like funeral shrouds.  Their helms hid their faces, and they leaned indolently on their pikes.  She did not care for how they looked at her.
Heed the Call!
Written by Paul D. Batteiger   
Thursday, 25 February 2016 21:45
Last week of the campaign.  I can stretch the deadline a bit, but not too far, as that delays when I get paid.  And I am about to be moving, so i will need to get paid.  Go over and help out if you can, every bit helps!

Written by Paul D. Batteiger   
Sunday, 21 February 2016 22:00

The last chapter of The Black Enchantress has just been finished.  Now just the bonus scenes and it will be all ready to go.

The new campaign is struggling, go over there and help it out, if you can!

Tor Torus Molok
Written by Paul D. Batteiger   
Thursday, 18 February 2016 20:09

A red-skinned giant from the desert world of Sard.  Tor is human, adapted to a harsh environment, but the Zor consider him to be an alien being.  A man of vast temper and humor.  He is an outlaw on his homeworld under sentence of death, now as a Guard he uses his strength in service to the throne.

Tor stands almost eight feet tall, and possesses great strength due to the high gravity of his home planet.  His body is immeasurably durable, and his ability to withstand high gravity makes him a deadly fighter pilot. There is nothing he will not do for his friends.

The campaign languishes with just 13 days to go!  Help!

Rel Glar Gorganon
Written by Paul D. Batteiger   
Sunday, 14 February 2016 21:58

A son of the illustrious Glar line, famous from the earliest days of the Empire.  House Gorganon has always been small, but boasts many famous individuals among its family tree.  Rel was chosen by his Line to join the Psion Rite Temple, where he was an initiate for 13 years.  At the age of 23 he quit the temple and joined the Imperial Guard.  His family has disowned him, and only the cloak of a Guardsman protects him from the vengeance of the Red Temple.

Rel is powerfully built, his body conditioned by the rigorous disciplines of the Psion Rite.  He keeps his head shaved as an insult to the Temple, as only masters are permitted to shave their heads.  He is well-trained in the deadly arts of martial combat taught by the Rite, and still practices the use of the telepathic powers he learned there.  Rel is loyal and sometimes very funny, but dignified.  He is a habitual plotter, a schemer as only a Gorganon can be.

We are at 27%, come and help out!

Shirda Shang Krull
Written by Paul D. Batteiger   
Thursday, 11 February 2016 21:12

Shirda was born into the wealthy Krull House in the waning days of their power during the reign of House Darkier.  She was the daughter of the great war-hero Prince Xul Shang, born shortly after he was killed at the Battle of Azorra.

When her family’s fortunes declined with the rise of the Apollyon Empress, she was to be given in marriage to the wealthy Duke of Arkossa.  Instead she murdered him on their wedding night and fled.  Captured, she was taken and hidden by her own house, who announced her death.

Instead of death, Shirda was given to the Shang Master of Assassins for conditioning.  She was to be made into a living weapon to unleash against the Empress, but she escaped and came to Zor Prime, and now she hides her past and her crimes beneath the red cloak of an Imperial Guard.

Shirda is tall and almost spectrally thin, with intense eyes and the sculpted look of the old nobility.  She can seem unfeeling and cold to those who do not know her.  Her skill in combat appears almost supernatural.  She is utterly loyal to those she calls friends, and utterly dangerous to everyone else.


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