Posts Tagged "Short Story"

The Iron Duke (Part 2 of 2)

Posted by on Jul 20, 2011

The Kingdom frigates, led by the HMS Dagger, had disappeared into the maelstrom. Around the island they went, out of sight and into the jaws of hell. Their frantic telegraphers spoke of constant bombardment and enemies pressing from all sides. Through their hurried messages they revealed the depth of the carnage inflicted on the proud Kingdom cruisers, but they also relayed confirmation that their foes, indeed the Prussians, had sustained their own losses. And then all the transmissions went silent. The distant retort of the cannonades never ceased. Aboard the Iron Duke all the officers and...

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The Iron Duke (Part 1 of 2)

Posted by on Jul 19, 2011

This short story was submitted to us by Luke Farren, a Dystopian Wars gamer who was clearly inspired to create this entertaining story about his Kingdom of Britannia force. We hope you enjoy reading his work as much as we did: Even the glare of the midday sun couldn’t penetrate the thick, all-obscuring banks of fog as the Kingdom of Britannia fleet patrolled the Norwegian coast. In late autumn, with winter beckoning, the grey fog rolled in from the sea and clung to the shoreline, enshrouding every hint of a landmark. It made the bleak, icy North Sea even more barren. Each of the slate-grey...

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African Storm (Part 2 of 2)

Posted by on Jul 7, 2011

Colvin heard the screeching whistle and instinctively ducked down as the first salvoes of naval gunfire plastered the battered town. Entire streets were obliterated in a storm of flame and shrapnel. Barn-sized Prussian tanks were tossed about like tin cans. Colvin briefly thought of what was happening to the Prussian troops under such fire. He shuddered and quickly blocked the grim thoughts from his mind. After all, they were merely ordinary men, just like his. Another salvo landed, and another. The Naval crews were hitting their stride – since Nelson’s time, they aimed to have a second...

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African Storm (Part 1 of 2)

Posted by on Jul 4, 2011

Hammamet, Italian Tunisia, November 17th 1870 “Retreat?” Lieutenant-Colonel Reginald Colvin raised his bushy eyebrows in astonishment, as the courier in front of him squirmed. “But we only just arrived.” “I’m sorry, sir, but that’s the order of the day from Brigadier-General Masefield”, the khaki-clad infantryman replied. He opened his satchel and handed Colvin a sheaf of papers. “You’re to make your men ready to vacate the port of Hammamet, together with as many of the remaining civilians as you can convince to leave by fifteen hundred hours tomorrow.” Colvin took the...

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The Mailed Fist (Part 2 of 2)

Posted by on Jun 13, 2011

Continued. Section by section, the Prussian light tanks – only three-quarters of their number now remained – pulled back towards the Kaiser Friedrich, kicking up gouts of earth as they went. Behind them came a solid line of Britannian medium tanks, huge lozenge-shaped monsters with overall tracks churning the earth. Compared to the retreating Walzes, the giants were slow and lumbering, but their heavy prow and sponson cannons picked off their smaller foes with impunity, bursting the fragile Prussian scouts apart like tin cans. For those that survived the pounding, there was no reprieve....

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