Friday, May 19, 2006


He had marshalled his forces carefully, exactingly, for just this moment. Patiently building his strength for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Troops massed along the borders. The supply chains were long, but the generals in charge knew the penalty for failure.

His early conquests had come easily, with only token opposition. But recently, his fortunes had taken a turn for the worse. Every battle, a bloody meatgrinder. Every skirmish, a near-disaster.

Retreat, regroup. Retreat again, regroup again.

Well, all that was going to change. Had to change. It was his turn now.

With the next roll, Yakutsk would be his!

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