Post #10.5, Thursday, July 9, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul          Nic has met an old friend, another who is retired from the Imperial Navy.          “Hey, Brother Lazarus,” Nic calls me into the reunion. “This is Buff; he was once a rower for the fleet also!”           “I just figured Old Nik was readyContinue reading “Post #10.5, Thursday, July 9, 2020”

Post #10.3, Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Historical setting: 563 C.E., on the western shore of Gaul The vendor seems cautious about Nic’s helmet for trade. He’s noticing the grimy leather at the neck edge, the slight bend in the cheek plate and particularly, he frowns at the fade and wilt of the tattered plume. Nic yanks the plume from it’s fitting.Continue reading “Post #10.3, Tuesday, July 7, 2020”