Robertson Fantasy Works

March 14th 1921FD   The Battle of Colocourt had been raging for two weeks now. We had advanced to the River Arbon that divided the city in half. The Azorans fought hard. They made each block into a stronghold, even the civilians were eager to help out. The Azorans had blown several of the bridges, but we had captured the Mouen Bridge before they blew it. This was an important foothold in the battle, It allowed us to advance across the river and begin taking the rest of the city. Even at this point of the battle we still had pockets of resistance in our rear. During the night, the resistance forces planted mines, improvised explosives, and set booby traps. Snipers were everywhere, hiding in the attics and steeples of many of the buildings. Thats why I was here.  I was Senior Corporal Otto Augen. I was part of the 1st Heavy Sniper Division. We were considered Spezial-Truppen -or- "Special Forces". We were divided into teams of two men. One man served as the shooter and the othe...

 It was pleasant autumn day. The remaining four Blackfyre fighter planes of Wolf Squadron of the 23rd Aviation Regiment soared across the countryside. They had taken heavy losses during the first months of the war. The skill of the Luftwehr pilots had taken the Royal Air Corps by surprise and they had lost many good pilots. Squadron Leader David MacCraig was in the lead position. He turned on his radio and held his face mask up to his mouth "All planes report in, we are nearing the border," he said. "Wolf-Three standing by," came a woman's voice. MacCraig knew the voice. Flight Lieutenant Victoria Winter was one of the best pilots in the regiment. He had a theory that her elven senses gave her an edge in the air; not that there was anything wrong with that. She had saved his life numerous times. "'Wolf-Four standin' by," a gruff voice crackled over the Radio. Warrant Officer Arzeg 'Bull' Whitaker was the only orc in the regiment. MacCra...

 The Appalachian Mountains are old. They are were around before the dinosaurs. They were formed hundreds of millions of years ago. When one visits Appalachia they are filled with a sense of history, something ancient. They were around before the Cherokee, Chickasaw, Chippewa, Delaware, Eel River, Haudenosaunee, Kaskaskia, Kickapoo, Miami, Ottawa, Piankeshaw, Potawatomi, Shawnee, Wea, and Wyandot tread their ancient hills. Though they are no longer tall, the Appalachian Mountains hold an untold majesty. They once stood as tall as the Himalayas, proud and powerful. But through the inevitable passage of time, they have been worn down and become small. But that does not take away their history. Their caves have no bones because they were around before bones. They hold ancient, eldritch memories that our human minds can't comprehend. Their subterranean passages run deep and hide many secrets. Down in the darkness, not even God can say what lurks in the umbral fog deep underground. An an...