The Marine Corps War College and the Brute Krulak Center for Innovation and Future Warfare at Marine Corps University have continued their recent wargame of the war in Ukraine to look at the months ahead. At the Modern War Institute website, James Lacey, Tim Barrick and Nathan Barrick tell us how it has been going: Our wargame’s advisors came from a […] […]
In Foreign Policy magazine, Jeremy Sepinsky and Sebatian Bae discuss the use, utility, and limits of wargaming as an analytic tool, using as an example a potential Chinese invasion of Taiwan. This is the kind of narrative most people imagine when they think of military war games—scenes in the bowels of the Pentagon, units fighting […]
We are back from the dark passages below the ground. Although we are no closer to rescuing Matilda (who is my sister) yet, I think that we will soon set off. Also, …Mosely can turn into a tree, ..Matrim is richer than I knew, …and my friend Scalrag likes dessert too much for his own goode. […]
Part the First: Fir What It’s Worth by Mosely 15 Mirtul, ???, The Mushroom Cave The strange little mushroom creature’s arms were outstretched, stumpy little fingers aflutter at their ends. Mosely knelt down and the creature drew nearer. Suddenly a small, wispy cloud erupted from the creature’s hands. Before the bard could pull away, his […]
When the SS Rudolph was hit by an unexpected meteor shower while delivering a consignment of toys to Imperial boys and girls on the outer worlds, Santa and his indentured Eldar workers barely managed to get to the escape pods before the ship crashed into the snowy wastes of a nearby planet. Fortunately, the Rudolph … Continue reading Orkmas 2017
As he awoke to a bright summer’s day on the former Imperial colony of Yetmorerulz, Ork Warboss Glarsnot Bloodcurdle had two overriding thoughts. The first was that the universe had changed in a fundamental way, almost as if the very paradigms of physics and creation and stuff had been rewritten by Gork (or possibly Mork) … Continue reading Cosmic change
The cavern deep with in the earth was silent and dark, other than the occasional murmur of molten stone and the faint red glow the magma emitted. Who would want to come back to this place? It held only memories of endless torment, imprisonment, and death. In one corner mirror lay cracked on the obsidian floor, its surface covered […]
This isn’t really my journal, nor my memories. The Arnold that wrote and thought them lies dead at by feet, and by my own blade. So much he writes of seems at once strange—yet, so very, very familiar. Garrulous little beggar too. I’m more succinct. It wasn’t the first time I had stepped out of The […]
Rather than risk accosting the slavers in the lair—not that we had any idea where their lair was—we decided to lay in wait at a likely spot, and ambush them as we passed. After some searching, we found one–a narrow area with an overhang some 10-20′ above. We set up a hide, and observation point, […]
With the threat of Pefirra banished from this world, we spent some weeks overseeing the construction of stately Goat Manor. The deep gnomes were, as expected, both skilled and efficient in their stonework. As Viggo’s fame grew, more seemed to rally to his banner (although he doesn’t actually have a banner, which could be a […]