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Ky moved through the muddy forward trench that still had not dried in spite of the lack of rain for the past week and the relatively warm temperatures. The dampness was affecting everything, from the men’s morale to the construction of the very trench… [See More on Patreon]

Valdar watched Alexandria grow in size as his fleet approached the city, holding onto the short ceiling of the heavily armored riverboat that wasn’t meant to operate in open seas, even one as calm as the middle… [See More on Patreon]

Mud caked their boots in thick, sucking globs as Ky and Modius made their way down the secondary trench. Recent rainfall combined with thousands of men moving through the narrow passages had turned sections of the defensive network into a quagmire and the wooden… [See More on Patreon]

Gundomar pressed against the muddy trench wall as another shell screamed overhead. Thirty yards behind their position, it detonated, hurling dirt and metal fragments in all directions. It was as though Nastrond, the shore of corpses, had been brought from the underworld into this place. They had endured eighteen or maybe even twenty hours under […]

Empress,” Hortensius said to Lucilla, and she and her guards were ushered around into the firing range. “Your timing is perfect. We’ve just completed our final checks.” She could smell the harsh scent of spent powder, suggesting he’d already been testing the weapon this morning, which was good. The news from the front had not […]