The Calamitous Bob 58: Nobody expects them
Same, typos.
2021-06-13 05:39:20 +0000 UTC View Post
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The Calamitous Bob 57: It's in the title
Guess who has had a spike of inspiration recently? It's like an imp roasting my soul unless I write. Plz sen halp.
Trigger warning: typos.
The Calamitous Bob part 3 (chapters 25 - 34)
Hi first readers!
This is the third segment of Viv's disastrous adventures over Nyil, eighty pages that I had fun writing. Incidentally, this is the last piece I will be releasing for this tier as I think that this is a large enough sample. Rest assured that the segment does not end on a cliff as I am not that monstrous. I will probably start releasing the earlier chapters on RR later this month and follow the same model as for Journey,
That is all, enjoy!
144. Knight training
After the interview is done, Marlan leads me farther into the complex and up the mountain. Just as before, many of the installations remain close to the surface so that gardens and promenades abound.
“I am surprised to see some of the tree essences,” I remark, “they should not survive here.”
“The Erenwald who joined our ranks maintain our more delicate specimen. They also take care of our Nightmares. The Knights benefit from the qualities of all tho...
2021-06-11 13:57:17 +0000 UTC View PostThe Calamitous Bob 53: Clouds on the Horizon
Contains typos, sry.
2021-06-06 12:24:01 +0000 UTC View Post143. Induction
Uncanny. You can let go now.”
The unpleasant sensation that reminds me of a failed sneeze forces me to wince. I can handle pain, but this level of discomfort is something else.
So, that shapeshifting ability is much less impressive than I thought. I can alter my hair color, eye color, and traits to some extent, but not my body shape except, perhaps, my height. By an inch.
It is still an incredibly useful ability in some very specific situations. With proper aura c...
2021-06-04 15:03:18 +0000 UTC View Post142. Kept in check.
“This is bad news,” Vonany whispers.
“No, this is good news,” I retort.
The return trip to the downed locomotive has been long and tedious. I even used Rose to cut branches for improvised stretchers like some sort of armored woodswoman. Disgrace. Crispin insisted on helping the marxists and prisoners for political reasons and I agreed with him, though I had to escort the slow-moving wounded as a result.
Now, we have returned to find the locomotive sealed and a group ...
2021-05-29 09:27:55 +0000 UTC View PostThe break is over.
Just a quick post to inform everyone that the SPAWNING is complete and we should get back to a more or less regular schedule. Journey updates tomorrow and Bob the day after.
Obligatory pic attached.
Take care out there!
A Journey of Black and Red 141. Red
I sit on a stump and let my borrowed cloak fall around me. The folds mask my armor so as to not alarm the mortals too much. Below, about thirty men mill around under the supervision of a tall lad with dirty blond hair and his female counterpart. There are also a few other women in worker dresses, mostly in support roles. I count one nurse, two cooks and a pair of mages with primitive foci. They look so very young. The oldest lad must be in his mid twenties and he is the most nervous of them a...
2021-05-19 17:06:37 +0000 UTC View Post140. First Class Warfare
I let the wafts of freshly brewed coffee caress my nostrils with its deep, bitter aroma. The ritual usually settles and distracts me, but not tonight. There is a knock on my door.
“Come in,”
Jimena steps into my temporary quarters in one of our New York’s secure compounds. With the White Cabal so close, this one has been designed for discretion more than for safety. It still has all the comforts one might expect in a modern city. My bedroom is vast enough to host a ...
2021-05-12 12:13:31 +0000 UTC View PostThe Calamitous Bob 49: Into relative darkness
All of the most recent Viv chapters are not proofread yet so there will be typos. I'll edit later.
2021-05-09 08:47:22 +0000 UTC View Post139. End of an era
Boston, vampire fortress, seven days after the battle at Black Harbor.
“... recommend that those so-called werewolves be either kept in reserves where their tendencies would not lead to bodily harm, or that they be culled entirely out of mercy. Only the Lord may bring an end to their suffering, but only we can ascertain that they do not contaminate us.
The last segment of this report concerns creatures called ‘vampires’. For reasons that will soon turn apparent, reliable inf...
2021-05-05 13:39:04 +0000 UTC View Post138. Apex
Moise woke up early and tired, just like everyone else. Today was the day.
The regiments stood and gathered in morning prayer, then they had breakfast. It was the best breakfast he ever had with juicy bacon, boiled eggs, and bread that was not yet too stale. They even had some decent coffee. It was a shame that he had so much trouble keeping it down.
Today was the day.
And it started slow.
All the men made ready at their own pace. He had a pouch, pockets bursting at th...
2021-04-28 10:41:43 +0000 UTC View Post137. Para Bellum
Newspapers cover my desk. I skim through them and verify that my directives have been followed.
I believe that, in order to control public opinion, one has to select a specific topic and give up on the rest. Reporters and columnists argue in favor and against the continuation of the war, in favor and against the status of black citizens and freemen, in favor and against conscription. They hurl insults and trigger hot debates on a plethora of subjects, their tones fiery and passionate. T...
2021-04-21 10:55:36 +0000 UTC View PostThe Calamitous Bob 45: The Food Chain
Might still have a few typos, unfortunately. Enjoy anyway!
2021-04-17 12:46:47 +0000 UTC View Post136. Against the Tide
Boston, October 12th, 1862.
I lean back into my chair and sigh with relief.
Paperwork.
The bane of civilization.
Although I have delegated most of the tasks related to the day-to-day handling of my manufacturing empire to competent subordinates, and while Loth’s kin, the werewolves, and pretty much everyone else manage themselves, there are still decisions to be made. Conflicts to be settled. I simply cannot distance myself too much.
Normally, it would be dange...
2021-04-15 13:20:46 +0000 UTC View PostA Journey of Black and Red 135. Making history
September 18th 1862, three months after the Accord Council’s vote.
Madrigal’s expression is more solemn than usual. I cannot help but draw a parallel between him and Luther, the Erenwald ambassador I had met during my short stay in the Parisian catacombs. While Luther was haughty and distant, Madrigal adopted a more debonnaire persona. Different styles, I suppose. The Mask envoy still wears his usual long black jacket over white shirt. His dark hair falls aroun...
2021-04-10 02:17:55 +0000 UTC View Post134. Revelations
Jarek’s plan to boot the door to the presidential office open and dump the hive drone on Lincoln’s desk is short-lived. Sephare imposes her veto and Jarek’s complaints fall on deaf ears.
“We will disseminate this information in due time. I give you my word, Jarek. The Council of Wardens must hear of it first, or just imagine how those old lords will react to being told of this momentous event after the mortals. Right? Right.”
And so we ship ourselves north to Bo...
2021-04-04 15:05:35 +0000 UTC View Post