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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!

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