Imperium

The tribesmen had come two days earlier, three men on camels riding out of the Sinai wastes, approaching the picket line calmly, hands raised. Their spokesman was a man named Tariq, a face like worn leather. To Cormac’s surprise, he spoke decent Punic, which was the language shared by most… [See More on Patreon]

The space around the extra-large drydock had been empty for months, since the Victorious had been launched. It was too big for any other design in the fleet; with enough changes, it couldn’t be used to build caravels or other merchant ships the rest of the shipyards… [See More on Patreon]

The notice that went throughout the camp, summoning them all to a surprise meeting of all officers, excluding a handful needed for active security positions, had made it clear this was not negotiable or… [See More on Patreon]

“Fire when ready,” the range master called from a few steps behind the four legionnaires standing at the firing line. Brave souls. They’d done mechanical tests on these rifles and they had passed, but the first runs had all burst when fired, and Hortensius and his technicians… [See More on Patreon]