Drip.

Drip.

Caleb listened to the rhythmic water. It helped calm him. What he had done before was stupid and cowardly. He should help others who were in the same trouble as him. He couldn’t cower at every issue he encountered. But what could he do now.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Water. Caleb still had his canteen. He had his axe and revolver. He had…[Read more]

Caleb saw a trickle of dust fall in front of him as he finished his bow. The jaw jarring crash kicked him into high gear. Funny thing, time slows when you are high on adrenaline. Someone pushed Caleb forward. Fight or flight was engaged and the coin landed on flight. The rumbling death was very loud now.

“Where are the others? Where are t…[Read more]

“Hello, stranger! What is your name? And where did you come from?” Asked the hussar.

Caleb was remembered his manners. He saluted similar to tipping a hat with a short bow.

“My name is Caleb Leckie, good sir. I hail from Lestram, a shire of Koral. How I got here exactly escapes my mind. I would like to return home if any of you happen to kno…[Read more]

Caleb leaned back. He had hit his head. He was in a cave. He still had all his gear. This had to be a dream. Or the beginning of the afterlife. He was definitely not at home. A hussar in full armor, quite possibly a guide to heaven, was talking to others nearby. Probably others like himself. Well, he had had a good life. His family would miss him…[Read more]

Clack.

Wood chips and flies.

Clack.

Sweat trickles down the nose.

Clack.

Hands are numb from hundreds of strokes.

Clack.

The remaining wood breaks and the limb falls. Caleb paused to catch his breath. The tree was almost delimbed now. Just a few more to go. Then he had to clean five more. Alex would collect the limbs for their fire.…[Read more]

I think I will be adding a new character

Caleb Leckie

age: 19

occupation: land development

personality: cheerful, dedicated, laconic.

Description: 5’11, short brown hair, stubble of a beard, decent build, redneck suntan, jeans and untucked shirt.

Klein heard the second dragon. No time to mourn the dead. Picking up the warhammer, Klein face the new opponent. This one was a little smaller than the first dragon. But this one also had a hostage as Klein could see. She was also chained. The dragon was coiling its tail about the column too. Killing the dragon risked crushing her. Freeing her…[Read more]

Klein set up his rifle quietly. He would hold back and remain on overwatch while the others moved forward. When they moved. The others were looking over the prisoners. None of them looked like good characters. Then he saw one chain in an interesting way. The others had the usual shackles. This one was chained at the waist and ankles. As Klein…[Read more]

@irishcelticredflowercrown
Yeah I guess a character could have multiple motives. I mean us humans do so the people we create can too.

Klein slowly rounded the exit of the tunnel. The room beyond opened up exponentially. A stairwell, seemingly carved out of the wall led to the floor. Columns that made sequoia trees small rose up to a ceiling…[Read more]

Klein stood. He just couldn’t seem to start or join a conversation. He got along fine with his squad and a few officers. Few others really talked much outside of the usual debrief questions. Maybe it had something to do with how boot camp was?  Before Klein could continue the thought, the ground under his foot cracked loudly. Springing toward…[Read more]

Klein is 6’1 outside of his armor. In his armor he’s about 7 foot.

Hi folks. Just finished recovering from Christmas and Covid in a large family back to back.

Klein leaned back. Quite a lot had happened. Qatar wasn’t dead. The melee that the “lord castle” has wanted seemed to be unofficially over. Liorah was back though she seemed different. She promptly began an argument with Lorcan. Someone else appeared as…[Read more]

Klein listened to the voice again. This time calling for bloodshed. Aydin’s self-inflicted cut didn’t count. The blood had to be shed from another persons attack. Scratching his chin, Klein quickly though up lesser injuries he could deal and take. Before he could decide, Quin began to mumble and gesticulate. Klein recognized the pattern. He was…[Read more]

“Wait, you too?” Klein looked at Basil

“You said you’re biologically enhanced, so I had to ask.  You’re not involved with Project Goldenseal, are you?”

Klein remembered when he had finished the enhancements. The brass had warned him that rival nations could be developing their own super soldier projects. This however was the first one he had h…[Read more]

“I’ve been thinking about the next challenge, and it occurred to me that several of you are particularly well suited to it. Our resident assassins.”

Klein raised his eyebrows. This was a new trick this place was trying. But Klein was curious. Given the situation, capable fighters were needed. Assassins were quick and accurate. For now what they…[Read more]

“YULENNA! MOTHER!”

Klein snapped awake. Gripping his rifle, he jerked his head around. Niarok was near yet another newcomer. He was bleeding bad from a slash in his leg. Nearby was a six legged camel? Its apparent handler was calming it. Everyone else wasn’t acting like something was too dreadfully wrong. Sitting up, Klein rubbed the back of his…[Read more]

Klein listened to the introductions, waiting his turn. As the group gathered close to the fire, he moved to the side, opening room. The action also gave him a greater view of the cave entrance, training etched into him. Klein looked at the flames through his Plexiglas visor and smiled to himself. While he had started it and feed it, he did not…[Read more]

Klein flinched as several of the men left for the back of the cave. One was missing. Instinctively, he wanted to help but this could be a trap. Someone had to be rearguard. And the temperature was dropping. Slipping up to the entrance of the cave, Klein looked out. Clouds had gathered and covered the sky. A flash of lighting burst in the cloud but…[Read more]

Well since we are going to have snow lets make it even more interesting. There is a phenomena call Thundersnow and it would really mess with our characters. Just a little.

@anne-of-lothlorien
This is what we call “threading the eye of the needle.” I think this is a historical fiction as long as there is a trigger event were history changed.