So... yeah.
It's been a while.
Time has a funny way of rushing up to greet you, silent like some bastard assassin, and before you can respond it's already past and continuing to move with a speed both constant and unattainable.
After a couple of years of working (quite a lot), gaming with friends new and old (quite rarely), a little bit of writing and a lot more reading, here I am.
In a vow to myself to keep the spending at bay this year, to slow myself down, to find more joy moment-to-moment, I've decided to try to go back to appreciating "the internet that was." And what I mean by that, more directly, is less of the immediate-fixes (Facebook primarily, since I don't do Twitter or Instagram or anything) and more of looking at blogs and message boards for my news. Facebook, for me, has become too aggressive on the senses, making me feel like I'm missing out on something almost every time I look at it when I should instead just appreciate my situation here and now.
From a miniatures gaming/hobbyist's standpoint, it's constant streams of "NEW BUY IT" or "Coming soon to Kickstarter" or "LIMITED AVAILABILITY" ...or the worst one: "DEAL OF THE DAY"... for things I not only do not need, but absolutely do not have the time to do anything with anyway. For example, I do not need another Warmachine army. I haven't played a game of it in over a year, nor have I worked on or painted anything for it during that time. So it's important that I remove myself from the stream of advertisements about Discount Games Inc. selling the Crucible Guard starter box for 50% off, and I need to avoid the buy/sell/trade groups of other gamers offloading their toys because they, too, are suckers for an excellent deal and bought more stuff than any sane person should.
This year, I'm starting fresh (not a "new year's resolution" or anything, just using a convenient calendar change as the starting point). A hard lock on new purchases, for one. I need to work on the games/miniatures/terrain sets I do have, all of the stuff sitting in boxes and totes, before I go buying new stuff. And I need to get out and play some games again! The friendly locals at HobbyTown have been playing the new Kill Team consistently for weeks now (maybe months?) and I'm still just twiddling my thumbs thinking about how cool my Orks could be rather than taking the time to make it happen. Some of my best friends have been poked and prodded and dragged kicking and screaming into Frostgrave, yet I still haven't even finished my warband! I could go on and on, but then why bother? I should just do something, take some pictures, and write about it here.
I'm spending too much time living in the mind space of the Potential, but no where near enough time in the Actual. It's gotten old.
Time to change things up.
Thursday, January 3, 2019
Friday, August 26, 2016
The Archives of Borom, Book 1: Xilos -- The Chronicles of Karyle, Ch. 1: "A Broken Campsite"
As an exercise of ongoing fiction for my Boromites from Beyond the Gates of Antares, I'm going to be publishing a series of short narratives here recounting the story of Karyle, an up-and-coming Overseer of Guild Bellicosum.
The entries for Book 1: Xilos will be, basically, a sort of "director's cut" of the battle reports posted in the Xilos Campaign run by Warlord Games.
Enjoy!
The entries for Book 1: Xilos will be, basically, a sort of "director's cut" of the battle reports posted in the Xilos Campaign run by Warlord Games.
Enjoy!
A Broken Campsite
Karyle’s unit had been assigned by the Guildess to oversee the protection of a makeshift generator at one of the landing sites. They had been hired some time ago, leaving the asteroid belt they'd been mining for resources and
traveling in the airy and unusual holds of the Arcadia, a space cruiser belonging to Vardo Pugnaran, until only recently. Having secreted themselves alongside their Freeborn benefactors to the surface despite the Concord and Algoryn presence orbiting Xilos, the handful of Boromite Overseers such as Karyle were taking shifts at various control points on the too-green world, their presence spread thin throughout the zone of control that had hastily been established.
The particular domari of this site had themselves had left on patrol on their Skyraiders, as
they often did, and had told the Boromites little before their departure.
In fact, they rarely spoke with the Boromites at all; the relations
had been tense during the journey, and only their relative privacy from
one another (with the sole exception of their daily assignments at the site) seemed to make it any better. They'd been the lucky few to leave the ship, however, having been sent ahead to set up a forward contact point while the Arcadia remained on the fringes of the system. The only briefing the Overseers had been given was that the Guild had been hired to accompany these
Freeborn as muscle after an expensive tip had pointed the Freeborn mercenary company in
the direction of Xilos.
Karyle knew little of their mission, and he
liked it that way. Like many of children of Borom, simplicity was Karyle’s
favored state of affairs.
Pacing the grounds surrounding the generator, Karyle heard the distant whine and the sharp sounds of air cracking, assuming it was the annoyingly carefree Freeborn skyraiders zooming
back through the jungle toward the barren stretch of land they’d chosen as their site. But as the whining grew louder and more distinct, with the air itself vibrating at the intensity, the alarm began
to sound across the comm systems.
It wasn’t their Freeborn allies at
all.
The Algoryn assault company’s capsules struck the ground
around the immediate vicinity of the base with explosive force, the hail of their weapons' fire erupting from the pods immediately. Operating with absolute focus, the bastards wasted
no time; their momentum established, the Algoryn surged
forward as Karyle’s forces came to attention. Looking across the chaotic scene to the most distant pod, Karyle spotted their leader, a noteworthy Algoryn assault
commander named Kurar he had been briefed on while aboard the Arcadia as one the commanders likely to be found at Xilos.
Karyle's accompaniment consisted of only two small work
gangs, the lavan trainer Leroy and his pack of lavamites, and two of the Guildess’s own
sons, who had been practicing their skills with an X-Launcher and used their mother's influence to earn placement for the assignment.
The boys could have earned the placement on their own, however, having been trained alongside the other Boromite youths and excelling in their studies on weapons of war. They put their practice with the X-Launcher
to work immediately, launching a direct hit onto the forward-most
Algoryn squad, devastating it into inaction.
Leroy and his lavamites were forced to sprint through the incoming fire to reach the generator, having been caught in the open field by the surprise assault. During their rush they were struck by an overhead blast, turning a pair of Leroy's prized pets into smoldering heaps. Howling with fury, Leroy called to the worker gang taking cover nearby for
aid and surged with his lone remaining mite around the generator,
meeting the Algoryn assault squad head on.
The Worker Gang member bravely fights on with his Mass Compactor... but to no avail. |
Rushing to meet the assault to the right side of the generator, Karyle and his bodyguards
came around the side of the building quickly enough to witness the
horror of an Algoryn assault squad at work; they saw Leroy's shattered remains on the ground, his lone lavamite
fighting fiercely while the worker gang was cut down to shreds. Some distance behind him, the
other work gang was simultaneously being blasted away by the
enemy’s artillery, never having made it any closer to the generator than the landing pad. Knowing that the day was lost, Karyle signaled the retreat icon to the
young Boromite weaopn crew, ordering them to head for their lone shuttlecraft and escape. The stubborn Overseer himself loosed a roar of challenge at the silent Algoryn, barreling into combat with the enemy assault squads hoping to buy
enough time for the boys to escape.
The surgical precision of the Algoryn met the fury of the Boromites head-on, their vicious melee downing every warrior on both sides until only Karyle and the Algoryn assault squad
leader remained. Kurar, ever formal, stopped and watched the martial contest from a distance. The Algoryn commander knew
the Boromites were finished, and had intercepted the transmissions of
the Boromite leader; he would allow him the honor to finish his duel.
Karyle's duel with the Algoryn Assault Squad Leader, later to be known as Myrval. |
The assault squad leader at last dealt a critical blow to Karyle, injuring him thoroughly enough to ensure he could no longer continue, though leaving him breathing.
Glancing to his commander, the leader saw Kurar’s subtle nod, and
stepped away leaving the Boromite broken upon the bloodied soil. Kurar signaled his weapon team, and watched without expression as the young Boromite
weapon crew were shot down only a few steps away from the escape
shuttle. Only capable of watching in horror, Karyle could not even so much as yell to warn them.
Kurar walked patiently to Karyle’s side, silent as he watched his assault squads set charges on the generator and efficiently clear the field of their injured and dead. Even their wounded were silent as they held their broken bodies together while being carried away. Glancing down and seeing the
Boromite’s remaining good eye open, though damp with resentful tears, Kurar spoke, “And now only you shall
remain to speak of what happened here. You do not know that which you
have stumbled upon, mercenary. Should we meet again… Know that the
extent of my courtesy has been reached.” With that, Kurar signaled
their homer drones, and began to walk from the field with his soldiers.
The Freeborn saw the explosion from a significant distance, on their
return finding only the lone Boromite Overseer alive beneath a pile of
debris.
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