The Warring Surf Brogan considered retiring, thinking that putting the life of a seadog behind him was worth weighing. “Dismantle the damn cannon, if you have to!” he shouted over the ruckus on-deck. “It does us no good pointing out at open waters.” Impatience had frayed his nerves, honing his words to a sharpened edge. His wife would appreciate him being home more often, the kids would enjoy it...
The Shifting Tide “What the hell was that?” Mikhail had barely spoken the words before the enemy opened fire. A cascade of explosions rocked the harbor and, as one, the crew turned to watch the Legothica suffer a series of devastating blows. Gouges were rent open along the hull, then licked by flames, seared at the seams. It was one ship out of many, and not the closest to the enemy, but the...
Occulum Rising Nester sat on the lip of the Occulum, kicking his leg out in a swing. He had been watching the fleet of ships sailing for almost half an hour now, having been left in the care of two surly looking older mages by his uncle. He recognized his caretakers as elder wizards, real high-ranking honchos of the Wizarding Corps. He’d spent the first half of their stay balking under their...
A Case of Triage “If that’s the case, then Istan is all but lost. We’ll never make it in time, nor should we expend the effort. We should focus, instead, on defending the main isle at all costs.” Kilgore said, stating his opinion as fact, and as if that fact carried with it the weight of dogma. A murmuring of disquiet buzzed about the room at the bold proclamation, and the general received his...