The Calamitous Bob 5: The Way to Salvation
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2020-12-11 10:00:39 +0000 UTC View Post
Mecanimus posts
The Calamitous Bob 4: The tools of success
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2020-12-11 09:54:42 +0000 UTC View Post115. Otto
Cliff camp, the night before.
After leaving Sheridan, I patrol around but find no recent traces of the natives. Most of their patrols must have retreated after I killed the first one, and nobody else tries to set up an ambush. I find quite a few watchtowers but no trace of the forest being exploited for wood, or food, not exactly a surprise when nothing larger than a mouse remains.
I make my way back to base camp shortly before dawn and find Syrrin waiting for me in my ...
2020-12-11 09:48:56 +0000 UTC View Post114. The Lost World.
Miranda Bingle’s Field Journal.
We searched the camp first, and then around it with no result. Herr Mueller was gone. Mr. Sheridan kneeled by the empty bedroll and announced that the Prussian researcher had left on his own accord. When prompted by a dubious Mr Champignac, he explained his reasoning.
There were no signs of struggle, and the man had taken his glasses and his hat, but had he left his pack behind. His bedroll had been closed properly. Additionally, one ...
2020-12-04 15:22:18 +0000 UTC View PostThe Calamitous Bob 3: Ex Machina
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2020-12-03 04:09:21 +0000 UTC View PostBonus Story: 2 Up a Creek, No Paddle.
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2020-11-30 02:35:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe Calamitous Bob 1: Soul-Slapped
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2020-11-30 02:15:25 +0000 UTC View PostSmall Announcement
I'd like to announce two things.
First, I'll be taking a week of holiday around Christmas. That means the timer for new chappies is stopped. This will also apply to RR.
Second, you may have noticed that the previous chapter was a smaller. 'Tis my fault. I had an idea for bonus VIP content and by the time I could stop myself, I had written almost 70 pages of Isekai.
So, yes, there will be a new tier soon that will get exclusive access to the Isekai story on top of Journey...
2020-11-30 02:14:38 +0000 UTC View Post113. Fist of the Drowned God
Note: this chapter is short but don't worry, the next will be normal-sized.
Field Journal of Miranda Bingle
We made landfall at dawn, carried to shore in small embarkations. The sailors of the Corbeau gallantly dragged ours onto the rocky beach so that I would not have to wet my boots. While most of the crew prepared a base camp in a pleasant clearing, the members of our expedition made our way inland with five workmen carrying supplies. Mr Champignac proposed to le...
2020-11-29 14:11:40 +0000 UTC View Post112. Third of her Name.
We moor in the Gibraltar harbor. The weather is particularly clement in May, and I merely wear a thin cloak in royal blue over a teal hybrid dress. The captain of the Corbeau, our ship, tries to stop me as I leave with Sheridan in tow. He combs his grey beard with a nervous hand.
“Milady, the research team will board the ship as soon as our landing is approved. Do you not wish to stay there and welcome them?”
“We leave in three days, yes?”
“That is correct...
2020-11-24 17:10:28 +0000 UTC View Post111. Blue
I approach most of my problems with the same tried and true methodology. The first step is to identify the cause, the second step is to remove the cause with extreme prejudice.
So far, I could not seem to apply it to my current issue, taking Richard out of the Mexican-American war.
Indeed, the continuation of hostilities is not due to a sudden revival of Mexico’s scattered armed forces, but the very reason why their armed forces are scattered to begin with: they do not have a un...
2020-11-19 14:53:16 +0000 UTC View Post110. The Heart of the Nile
“It’s the last job Kate, then we can retire. Get that land you dreamed of and never work another day in our lives!”
Kate crosses her arms and turns her head wistfully. Her instinct had never failed her, and, right now, it told her that it was a ‘Bad Idea’.
“It’s too risky. We can just hit a few more banks and use the cash to disappear.”
f“Not smart, darling. You never know how many rich folks you can piss off before they send the Cabals after you, and witho...
2020-11-12 16:33:04 +0000 UTC View Post109. Hell's Gates
The following two months sees me alternating between keeping an eye on Richard, cursing all the deities I can name and a few I cannot for the prolonged war, and taking Sheridan on Hunts. We find two more cult hideouts before the rest figure out that someone is after them, rescuing a few more mortals from ending as hound chow. He is only slightly disappointed when it turns out that the second group of rescued captives is made of Comanches.
“Well, they don’t deserve to be eaten either...
2020-11-06 01:02:28 +0000 UTC View Post108. The Other Sphere
Author’s note: Jerak retconned to Jarek as it should have been since that’s how he was named to start with. Thank you, dyslexia, very cool.
Dysentery did not rate high in the list of probable causes of death for Richard, but that was underestimating mortal stupidity. The army made camp on the banks of the Rio and waited for reinforcements before heading south. Between June and July of 1846, its ranks swelled from two to ten thousand with an influx of volunteer regiments.
The n...
2020-10-31 02:12:29 +0000 UTC View Post107. Choosing Sides
The lieutenant who so generously lent me his tent chose candles to light its interior. The soft yellow glow basks the insides in a cozy brilliance. It gleams on medals, blades, and the shiny buttons of his spare vest.
In contrast, my nephew’s expression is dark indeed. Upon learning that a relative had come, he had stormed in with righteous outrage. Now, his inquisitive eyes roam from John’s imposing form to my more familiar one. Eventually, curiosity needles him forward.
“D...
2020-10-25 16:12:11 +0000 UTC View Post106. End of the Line.
I jump under the closest stalagmite while Malakim looks on, uncaring.
This is a trap. If there were any doubts, the voice of Semiramis emerging from the construct dispels them.
“Alien essence detected. Scanning.”
Her voice is bored and formal, a sharp contrast to the massive golem’s threatening presence. Its stone skin is covered in runes under which a metal armature snakes, poking out here and there like broken bones through skin. Rays of dark red emerge from...
2020-10-21 00:26:53 +0000 UTC View Post105. Trapped
Tonight, my sire sits on a new throne in the stone workshop as I come in from my bedroom, servant in tow. The unceasing noise of his servants clearing rubble must have bothered him, because he gestures and the sounds… stop.
I do not let myself react. Casters have long realized that sound is carried by air, and interfering with said air will silence even the most dire of thunderstorms. I was led to understand that such an undertaking requires fine-tuned control. I knew that he could ca...
2020-10-15 12:45:17 +0000 UTC View PostChapter index for Journey AND Calamity
Posts in 'Descending' order, made by Aapjuh who saved me a lot of work and Chris Fox who helped fill it. God, I hate updating that thing. Journey on top and Bob below.
JOURNEY
Journey: Goodbyes
https://www.patreon.com/posts/last-for-journey-79034749
Journey: Epilogue 6
104. Warrens of the World
The ancient king kneels by my prone form. His expression is that of bored majesty, patient towards his lesser, yet unattainable.
“Do you yield?”
I feel no aura coming from him. Both he and Malakim have masked their presence so completely that I find myself incapable of even guessing at his state of mind. It does not matter. My mind knows with certainty what the consequences are here, because his blood became mine and so did some of his instincts.
I am defeated. ...
2020-10-08 22:49:55 +0000 UTC View PostSmall announcement.
It has been one year since I started the Patreon.
I wanted to express my gratitude to everyone for giving me a dream and then making it come true in the span of a few months. Sometimes I still fear that my well of imagination will dry up and that the story will collapse, but then Ariane does something silly, so I smile and I keep writing. I am still amazed that it's working.
Next projects are finishing book two and publishing it on Amazon, for one, and the...
2020-10-03 18:36:35 +0000 UTC View Post103. Down she goes.
May 1st, 1846.
I was not granted the time to return to my home base and muster a force. A hundred disciplined militiamen would have probably been welcomed by Taylor since there was a dire need for more trained troops. Unfortunately, fate forced my hand with news of a skirmish and Mexican forces moving on Fort Texas.
I try to ignore the fact that dragoons died during the opening engagement, and that there is a chance that my mission failed before it could even begin. 2020-10-03 18:35:01 +0000 UTC View Post
102. Home.
April 1846.
My feet tread the familiar ground in silence, and I bounce up the three small stairs to the entrance with the ease of familiarity. They have not changed. Neither have I.
The door could use another coat of paint.
I pull on a cord. Light chimes sound from inside and a pair of heavy steps heralds the coming of the house staff. We are late enough that a visit would be considered rude, but not enough that I would be greeted with a musket.
I do not r...
2020-09-28 14:43:00 +0000 UTC View Post101. Tempus Fugit.
Sinead comes in person to recover his newest ally and I realize a few interesting details. First, Makyas of the Court of Wings and Keyholes is slightly more intimidating than I gave him credit for, if Sinead’s reaction is to be believed. Second, Makyas is obviously not a bashful child. He drops the act as soon as he finds himself in the presence of a prince and I get a glimpse of the playful malice beneath.
Sinead also uses the opportunity to flirt outrageously. I s...
2020-09-24 08:08:00 +0000 UTC View Post100. Surprise!
Ezekiel clasps his hands and frowns in an attempt to look more respectable.
“Following a, ahem, rather forceful insistence from one of the members of our little coterie…”
Three pairs of eyes turn to me.
“…I shall introduce the arcane mysteries of rituals slightly ahead of schedule. Now, Terrence, please remind us how we normally get the symbolic element of casting.”
“From the prepared circuits in our own gauntlets, or I guess you could slap s...
2020-09-17 18:10:44 +0000 UTC View Post99. The Immortal's Best Tool.
“You seem preoccupied today,” Marc-Antoine states with a knowing smile. His blade lightly taps my chest protector.
ARROGANT.
“Careful,” I warn, and the man lifts his hands in mock surrender. The local Roland Master-at-Arms adjusts his mask and brushes his intact white chest plate. I assume the guard he showed me and we resume our bout.
“Remember, this is not a hammer,” the man remarks as I attempt, in vain,...
2020-09-13 08:43:53 +0000 UTC View PostArt Cover for volume 2 ;)
Thanks to your support, I was able to afford a second cover for an Amazon release of book 2! Posting it here now. The people on the cover are Dalton, Ari and Loth.
I think Ari looks a bit too sever but otherwise I think it's dope. Thanks for making my dream come true!
2020-09-09 04:40:50 +0000 UTC View Post98. Schooled
The gauntlet lets out a pathetic little ball of blue light, barely more than moonlight reflected on a soap bubble. The light shimmers lightly then winks out.
So, that was a success.
And now I get to do it all over again.
“Light,” the young witch by my side declares. A few seconds later, a shimmering burst erupts from her gauntlet and basks the moldy walls in its reddish glow. She cuts the spell and the shadows creep back in.
Our eyes meet before she qu...
2020-09-07 13:21:25 +0000 UTC View Post97. Takeover
February 3rd, 1834, Boston
“Congratulations on your success, Ariane of the Nirari,” Constantine declares with all the enthusiasm of a city clerk delivering a building permit, “you are now the legitimate ruler of the State of Illinois with all the duties and rights entailed.”
Said duties and privileges are mostly about ruling properly and answering a call to arms in the event of a war.
“Thank you, Speaker. Now, what shal...
2020-09-02 16:03:50 +0000 UTC View Post96. The Cubs
Ollie hummed a song under his breath. A second later, a heavy fist crashed against the metal frame of his cage.
“Shut up, you little shit, or I swear I’ll--”
“Enough Garrett, you know the rules!” a distant voice interrupted the guard before returning to plotting or some such.
The furious man gave him a death stare, and what a stare that was. With one eye. The other wouldn’t open and the skin around it was red and all puffed up, courtesy of Ollie’s ...
2020-08-27 18:51:04 +0000 UTC View Post95. One Step Ahead
Eleven vampires stand around two corpses. Melusine silently took her place by my side, while on the left, the knight squad plus Jimena arrayed themselves in a V formation. The last face of this uneven triangle is formed by the Cadiz. Lazaro and another master stare at Fenris’ remains with glassy eyes. Next to them, a woman with dark curls and a man with grey eyes under blond hair show various expressions of grief and regret. Their party has suffered the most from this adventure...
2020-08-23 17:19:39 +0000 UTC View Post