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The Mortal Wound (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Kpleeb woke with a start. Eyes open, he stared up from his bed. There was nothing to see but the deep of night. His ears scanned the darkness for any sign of what might have awakened him. His turned his head and heard only the crinkling of the dry straw under his … Continue reading The Mortal Wound (Caveman Chronicles)

Our Deeded Plot

Nature waits with breath abatedHeaven’s rising understatedThenceforth comes the morning glowThe imperceptible undertowOf dawn commencing Birds take song in dusky gloomOf Sun’s bright and blazing doomIt’s cheery rays provides us powerAnd sends us hope at every hourOf reward contending The sun that fuels our terrible fightUntil the time our souls take flightWith Him to seize … Continue reading Our Deeded Plot

Defensive Preparations (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- “You saw another death white?!” Kpleeb slammed his hand on one of the wall posts. “And he saw you!? I can’t believe you did that!” “Kpleeb, we were trying things out. How were we supposed to know what would happen? Anyway, it wasn’t actually there with us. It was… I don’t know, … Continue reading Defensive Preparations (Caveman Chronicles)

A Return to Uuiit’s House (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Thoka closed her eyes, and carefully handled the stone that Zara had given her. It was crude in shape. A cavechild’s fist could envelope its rocky roundness, but it was no mere rock. The rough and uneven ridges scraped against her palm. Just a day ago, when Thoka and Kpleeb had returned … Continue reading A Return to Uuiit’s House (Caveman Chronicles)

Silica Dust (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Kpleeb limped out of the trees when everything went quiet in the street. There was an odd haze at ankle level that was slowly sinking into the ground. Several white-faced warriors lay in haphazard pools and splatters of blood, bones clearly shattered. Ahead lay Thoka on her back. The bile rose in … Continue reading Silica Dust (Caveman Chronicles)

Thursday Night at Melwin’s

It was half past six when I stumbled through the wooden door of Melwin’s pub. I figured I would grab a bite to eat during our monthly meeting, maybe some lamb hash with a side of parsnip. Generally, Thart (the chimp) was there well before I arrived. He liked to spend about an hour before … Continue reading Thursday Night at Melwin’s

The Rescue (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Thoka raged when she heard the news. Kpleeb is gone, stolen from me by the filthy Xinti. And… the attack was probably instigated by Uuiit. Thoka’s blood boiled as she paced to and fro inside the hut. I will pay them back. Thoka raised her chin and screamed angrily in a long … Continue reading The Rescue (Caveman Chronicles)

The Prophesy (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- Two moon-cycles passed quickly as Thoka and Kpleeb dug into Uuiit’s technology. At first, Jial had pressured Thoka to have Kora watch over Zara while they worked, but Thoka wanted Zara to learn. It seemed obvious to her that Zara could be of some help with a little training. Thoka also intended … Continue reading The Prophesy (Caveman Chronicles)

A Trek (Caveman Chronicles)

The Index -|- After much discussion, Kpleeb and Thoka agreed that Uuiit was something different, not a caveman. Thoka decided to assign an around the clock watch of Uuiit’s village. It was entirely possible that could be very, very dangerous, and it was imperative that they knew when he was present at the Xinti village. … Continue reading A Trek (Caveman Chronicles)

It’s Definitely Not Christmas

Part 1 Llarp’s steely talons flexed menacingly as he gazed through the portal. A low grown emanated from the depths of his second throat, near the base of his powerful neck. Not often was the commander able to discover a portal with such a vantage point as this. From the lip of his stone door, … Continue reading It’s Definitely Not Christmas