When the Lights Went Out [Emberverse, Waifu Catalog Challenge fic]

Imperator Pax · Aug 16, 2021

When the Lights Went Out [Emberverse, Waifu Catalog Challenge fic]

21 March 1998
The Change +3

He remembered the sheet lighting in the sky, but there had been none of the tell tale signs of what might indicate a mundane explanation to this whole horrible mess. A nuclear exchange would have been preferable. A nuclear exchange wouldn't have made guns and cars stop working, Alexander mused as he ejected the magazine from the Sig, and racked the slide to ensure clear. This thing was nothing more than a paperweight now.

He thought about the chaos that had erupted a few nights before. The drunken revelries of St Paddies day festivities suddenly interrupted by the underpinnings of all modern society yanked out from under humanity's collective feet... and yeah having gotten a look at the chaos erupting around main street back in the town they had left... he considered how hard it would be to kill the allegedly human gestalt mind that was fucking the planet over.

Alexander considered the useless pistol in his hand, with a grimace he unloaded it. He cleared the slide again just out of habit. The pistol wasn't the only thing that was useless. He wondered if black powder was similarly effected, if cordite, but the answer was probably yes. The malicious intelligence that had condemned billions of humans to die on some nebulous excuse of doing what was right, or some shit, probably hadn't stopped at powders invented after 1890.

That wasn't the only change to chemistry that had been done. It hadn't helped that it had struck on St Patrick's day. A bunch of drunk idiots being stripped of all their modern amenities, of course a riot had been quick to break out. At least they weren't in Boston, or New York, he supposed that was some kind of silver lining.

Alexander was a large man, with a build like an offensive lineman. It was the sort of build that, with as important as American Football was he didn't attract quite so much attention here. There was no telling whether the gun would at some point be useful again... but if it was stored securely, then it would be ready to go even a century from now.

He looked at the horse trailer, to the bey, and roan, and then to the woman. They were both dressed in common enough clothes for the late nineties. Jeans, and flannel fit well especially here. The hiking packs they carried wouldn't aggravate the horses. The fact none of it was in any sort of military pattern camo meant it was less likely to draw attention.

The loss of everything electrical was enough to be a problem for everyone else. It was long way back to the ranch. The fight though that had yielded the gun had involved a dispute over travel. Cars were all stopped all up and down both sides of the road. People were arguing about everything, up to and including whether the Russians, or in one case the Chinese, had nuked the US. It was amazing no one ever considered the French as potentially responsible for any potential nuking. "Are we prepared?" Mikoto asked, sounding as refined and elegant as questioning whether they would be going out to dinner.

He looked at the horses, and nodded, and began the process of saddling them. It was just as well there were no saddle scabbards for lever actions. He had a bow that he could use from horseback, but he would have preferred it not come to that. He most certainly hoped it wouldn't come to the matter of having to use ninjutsu. There chances were good any instances of throwing lightning would spook the horses.

She took the roan, leaving him the bey. Even if they had had more horses it would have been stupid to do something stupid like run them ragged for no reason. For the sake of cover and travel, it would have been nice to have spare mounts, or at least a pack animal, but they didn't'. Not here.

The best solution was to travel slowly and steadily. "We are." He answered before swinging up onto his own saddle.
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Mike Havel had been having a rough couple of days since the interrupted flight of taking the Larson family up so maybe the bout of hyperawareness was stress talking. The feathers were probably from an owl. It was a fucking surreal observation in the context given that the amount of energy an arrow needed to do that. That in this case was punch through a man's chest and pin him physically a tree. Regardless of that Havel was pretty sure the feathers on the birch shaft were from an owl.

With the last of men dead the two new comers lowered their bows, which was a relief. Mike Havel had no interest in being shishkabobbed on 40 inches of birch shaft like the skin head.

"Hello there," Mr Larson greeted putting on a friendly smile, and speaking with a polite, and friendly tone. The woman was Asian, Japanese probably, Havel would bet. Maybe second generation, from the way she was dressed, but it was definitely a Japanese style bow. Her boyfriend, or husband, or just friend was … maybe a Swede, probably not a finn, but some of the facial features suggested they could be. He doubted it mattered... "I'm Ken, this is Mike."

"Alexander," The man stated, his accent was more eastern, Educated, but it was hard to place. "My wife Mikoto." He nodded to the woman, looped his bow across his saddle, and dismounted. Ex Mil. Not necessarily Marine Corp but someone who had seen combat he figured. And of course he had just shown no problems when time called to skewer the kind of lunatic who's first reaction to the world ending was to decide to jump to enslave black folks. "Thats a pukko." The Finnish pronunciation was correct, so maybe some stripe of eastern Swede.

Havel nodded, and sheathed his readied belt knife. "That's a sword," He commented wryly.

"I am very disappointed that guns no longer work." Alexander replied with bitter amusement at his reply.

That sounded like a fucking understatement, Mike thought. "Yeah, me too." He said in response. "Do you know what happened."

"Magic." He replied, "Or divine assholery I suppose."

Kenneth snorted, and held back a laugh even though he clearly wanted to at the comment. "I mean yeah chemistry does seem to have taken a sabbatical." He replied. They all stopped and looked at the still bound captives. The silence lengthened, and nobody joked while they freed the Huttons from bondage. After introductions, and explanations they relaxed a bit.

"Yeah we were flying out to our own ranch in Montana." Ken remarked, "I guess your idea of riding is a little more practical now. You use that?"

"I know how to," Alexander replied, "But I have not needed to."

Mike really would have expected Eric to be the one asking these sorts of questions, but the Larson son was still running to the well, or probably coming back with it. "You're going west then?"

"East, into Montana." The horse archer replied. "and you?"

That was awkward, they had talked about it... but given the situation at hand nothing final. Ken glanced towards Mike, who shrugged back to the recently widowed father of three, "The Willamette valley. Oregon." He said, "We've got a farm there."
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Commentary: In addition to being based on my build for the Emberverse Waifu Catalog Challenge this also incorporated ideas from another older story idea, which was a Dies the Fire x Longmire Mysteries crossover that never went anywhere.

Now in terms of content rating I won't say it won't be mature audiences, but basically roughly on par with Dies the Fire, or the Longmire novels. I don't really see a point in putting it in NSFW. Now unlike the original version I will probably alternate between 'Clan Bear' and the Absaroaka plotline even though there is eight hundred miles easy between Corvallis and 'Absaroaka' Wyoming.

The current build (credit expenditure) is as follows
Body Talent
Cost: 5
You lift. Your body is now in perfect fitness and health, with significant muscle growth, within healthy human standards. If your natural height was less, you are now at least 190 cm tall. (Your clothes are all resized to fit.) All skin blemishes and unwanted body hair are erased. You are immune to minor illnesses, but not disease or injury. You also have immortality and eternal youth. If you are older than 25 years, your body is reset to that point, otherwise you'll continue to mature to that point but not experience any aging afterwards. The "Fog of Ages" will never affect you. The individual benefits of this Talent may also apply, at your discretion, to any/all of your purchased and captured waifus.
9 Points: Chakra Level Kage

Pick one of the five elements of Naruto (Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Lightning). That will be your main affinity and you will be able to use a pretty much any Jutsu around that element, since to are now able to use the element to its absolute limit. Your taijutsu is unmatched. The Sannin perk comes free. You can grow over time to reach other levels, this is just your starting point. Additionally, you will have mastered a dozen advanced Jutsu and six hidden Jutsu. With a master level understanding of Fuinjutsu. If the technique is elemental like corrosive or oil, then you will need a element or Kekkei Genkai that corresponds to that type. You are also granted two special techniques. And finally you are granted a free Kekkei Genkai. Your Chakra is rivaled only by Naruto at the end of the Naruto series, with manipulation of Chakra rivaling that of Sakura as she is in the series at this point. If you have purchased a previous chakra, then you only need to pay the difference (The Jutsu, Element and all that stay the same).

50 Points: Sweet Home

A 2,000 sq km pocket dimension, centered on a 1,000 sq m mansion with every living area and workshop you and your waifus might need. A dedicated portal room allows pedestrian or vehicle access to your starting world and anywhere else you travel to. Portals are usuable only by you, your purchased and captured waifus, and friendlies you invite; neutral, hostile, and uninvited eyes will pass right by. The default landscape is a tropical island paradise with a standard day/night cycle and perfect weather every day, while the default mansion has a western style similar to those on Martha's Vineyard. A control room deep in the mansion will allow you to customize both the landscape and mansion however you like, but be careful: the controls will not protect anyone currently in an area in the process of rearrangement from harm. However you set the landscape, it will populate itself with biome-appropriate wildlife from a recognizable Earth, without any issues from invasive species, implanted transmitters, pollutants, unwanted predators, etc. If you purchase Heavenbuilt, your starship will be able to travel to and land in your pocket dimension regardless of whether or not it has a multiversal drive; some rearrangement may be necessary for especially large dreadnoughts.

Uchiha Mikoto 20cr

RazeByFire · Aug 17, 2021

Cool.! I like the Emberverse in some ways, but I especially like your idea of killing the whatsit that stops black powder and electricity from working. Don't know a lot about the Waifu catalog, but I'm guessing you could get access to some magics through it. Also assuming that there aren't any options in there that would allow anything to easily replace gunpowder and the other things. I'll be looking for more to read.

Imperator Pax · Aug 24, 2021

Scenic National Bypass
Part 2

They had cleared a place along the side of the 'northwest scenic bypass' aka Highway 12 near the Lochsa river to make camp. The fact that there were idiots in Idaho whose very first inclination to oh the power doesn't work anymore, guns don't work for some reason, were to pick up hunting bows and then try and enslave the first black / latino people they'd found was... disconcerting to say the least. It had been dumb luck that they'd stumbled into the mess, but somewhat horrifying all the same.

The rioting at least made sense. He could understand that. Alexander turned his attention from the Huttons, to the Larsons, and then settled his gaze on Mike Havel. Before the change Havel had been flying the Larsons complete family unit to their ranch up in the Bitterroot valley, other side of the border. The Change had forced them to put the plane down in a hard landing... and the injuries there in had resulted in Mary Larson's death. They'd apparently buried her at the trailhead overlooking the lake.

Kenneth Larson was the oldest, and his youngest daughter the bottom of the age bracket. His older daughter, and son, and the Huttons daughter were all in the same age cohort. Havel was probably in his early thirties the same as Alexander himself, and Mikoto, and the Huttons somewhere closer to Larson's age.

Alexander set his canteen cup down, as the older man finished his outline. "Thats," He looked at the road map of the western united states probably taken from an abandoned car somewhere along the road behind the Larsons, or one of the ranger stations along the way, "Five hundred miles." Mike chimed in some bit of trivia about the mongols crossing that kind of distance by switching horses as they road across the steppe that he had been told during a Force Recon during the lead up to the liberation of Kuwait.

The problem with that was of course that they didn't have that many spare animals. A pity. The terrain was in all honesty less of an issue, and given the the facts involved, such a short trip probably would have meant not really needing to stop for food. Not that it was a bad idea, and the mongols idea of messenger stations would be good in a world where phones didn't work any more.

It wasn't, but it was getting ahead of themselves. "Mongols were used to riding eight hours a day, and had more horses than people. I don't think we'll get there any time soon." Will Hutton remarked laying his stetson across his knee and reaching for the coffee he had brewed in their cat iron camper. "Still you're right its an idea." He remarked half turning to Havel as he waited for his caffeine rich brew to cool.

"That's about right as the crow flies though," And highway twelve would take them most of the way, if they wanted to all the way to Lewiston, and out of Idaho, and on until it ended at the Columbia River. "What about you?"

He shrugged and leaned back on the cedar log serving as a bench by the fire, "Go back to Absaroaka," Alex replied before sipping the tea. He probably shouldn't brewed it, it and coffee was going to be scarce soon... and he really didn't need the caffeine. "I would say, or like to say, that things will be less insane there," He didn't know the names of the men who were dead. Mike and Ken had introduced themselves to whackos but Alex didn't really care. "I have a ranch to get back to, just like you've got a farm."

"I understand." Kenneth Larson replied pushing the beans around the pan sitting a top the fire.

Mike Havel listened the sounds of the archery practice while the kids ate. His, and Her bows were easy to distinguish the difference between. The bows were different, the shafts, and fletchings were different. Alexander's wife seemed to be using hawk feathers. They both were adept at shooting from horseback, which said something. He wasn't sure what it meant.

It made sense that they weren't coming with them to the Willamette valley though. The Larsen place made sense to Mike, "Don't take this the wrong way, bows are great and all." The men perked, "And swords are cool, and manly and all those things, but we might want to think about spears."

"A knights," what more accurately for the period Milites, "weapons were spear," later lance, "and sword. Mongols and Norsemen all frequently carried an axe with them as well." Alexander remarked, "And I admit this," He patted the scabbard, "Was something for HEMA, otherwise I'd have brought armor, or better yet stayed home on the range." There were some chuckles.

HEMA was Historical European Martial Arts. It was apparently just starting to catch on Havel had been told. It sounded like an interesting idea. Of all the stuff to do in your spare time, yeah, it definitely seemed like it'd be useful in a world without guns. They had already had one conversation with Ken opining on the benefits of salvaging spring steel to make weapons. "what's your opinion on the Naginata, or is that a woman's weapon?"

He raised an eyebrow, "I really do hate that particular myth. Its a capable weapon, but it was used by both genders of the Samurai class, as well as clergy, priests, monks, and so forth."

"So that's a yes, then." He asked, and Alexander's head bobbed in the affirmative. Mike looked at Will Hutton, who cocked his head over his shoulder at the tools they had available. There was a twang as the arrow launched. "So you think it'll be back to chain mail and axes then?"

"Given the idiots, I expect so."

"Given those fuckers," Hutton spat, "I expect a lot of assholes putting on horned helmets." He was probably right. "Guns not working, cars don't work, we're back to muscle powered weapons, and using axes and swords. Everyone is going to do that, just to fight off anybody deciding its a good idea to enslave anyone next door."

Eric Larson wisely kept eating while the older men talked. Mike caught the younger man's eyes and nodded, "Will's got a point," The texan grunted half affirmative half inquiring to the statement, "about the horned helmet thing to, I saw your book?"

Eric couldn't help himself, "Book?"

"Voluspa, and Havamal," Alex reached for the rucksack and fished the book out. It was probably four by six inches tall and finger thin made out waterproof field paper in a khaki color. He tossed to it to Eric who thankfully didn't fumble it into his beans, "I don't any of the idiots have read that, but it'll be all pop culture stereotypes for a while I reckon."

"And then of course we will probably get to people figuring out what from back then works."

"Once the dying times finished."

"Yes. Once that plays out." He rested his hand on his belt. "Like I said when we first met. I'm very unhappy that guns don't work. This would be so much less catastrophically bad if it had only been nuclear war. Not, whatever asshole alien space bat thought he was teaching humanity a lesson or whatever." MIke noticed the way his wife had turned as the dark edge crawled into his voice.

"Just gonna have to live like its the middle ages then?" Eric asked.

"In a sense, but don't think for a moment anyone is going to be living like kings."

"Most nobles actually had to work for a living. Either as soldiers, or making crafts. The separation of the aristocracy from the working population was predominantly an early modern phenomenon, and even that still entailed military service until it was superseded by professional officers, and that took until the Napoleonic era to take hold. Without guns any would be feudal land holder is going to have to fight for it, or at least be able to direct troops effectively against the would be lord humungus types."

Mike bit down a laugh at the Mad Max reference.
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Commentary: Part 2 of the intro, a little about this. I will find and link the challenge post from the Waifu Catalog thread, and if you like that sort of thing Brian Boru has also done his own version I don't know how far he got in his but it'd probably be worth a look. So yeah more information pending. I think that this story is an interesting trip down the rabbit hole of a weird and wacky nineties fiction universe (yeah I know Emberverse didn't finish until ... holy shit 2018 geez.)

Doctor Blood · Aug 26, 2021

Haven't thought about the Emberverse in years. Yeah, the absurd 'specificness' of the change made me think it was enemy action, or at least driven by something intelligent. Perhaps neighboring aliens didn't want humans leaving the earth, and thought turning our planet into a nature reserve was a good compromise? Stirling also left the question of magic up in the air, so who knows what went down.

Vulpine Fury · Aug 27, 2021

The Watsonian answer is Gods Fucking About because of some sort of balance/adversary figure thing. And, to muddy the waters a bit the author basically made his particular brand of the Wiccan Goddess use two of the characters from Island in the Sea of Time, Swindapa and the Coast Guard Captain whose name I can't remember, as Their avatar to explain this to the Emberverse Arthurian expy. The Doylist reason is he wanted to write an epic fantasy but didn't want to do the world building homework necessary for a Tolkienian effort. So. Rand McNally, Wikipedia and *wiggles fingers*.

Essentially because a Goddess helped Nantucket survive the ISOT in the Bronze Age, it gave the Adversary the ability to fuck with the timeline that Nantucket came from, and IIRC, it was to prevent a Nuclear Apocalypse completely obliterating life on earth. It's kind of muddled, and a bit of the Limousine Granola environmental posturing sort of thing about how horrible technology is.

That said, I much prefer Emberverse to the Daybreak setting (trilogy by John Barnes, not the recent Zombie Apocalypse streaming show) for survival, as attempts to make things better only have to deal with human scale threats and not a Lunar Railgun dropping rods from God on strong EM or radio signals, nanites and GM bacteria that screws with electronics and destroys petrochemicals of all kinds. Daybreak is better written imo, but it's still pulp science fiction.

Joeyatknson · Aug 27, 2021

Great story, please keep up the awesome work. Thank you for your time.

Imperator Pax · Sep 6, 2021

Under the Western Sky
Part 1
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Alexander rolled up his montbell sleeping bag, even though it was turning into late march Idaho still had patches of snow on the ground in places. The bag was still something overkill, or would have been for a day hike, and only going two decades of having gotten used to using a sleeping bag, or bivy kept Alexander from not travelling with one... and that was useful in the here and now.

Havel had been right about scrounging through the stopped and abandoned cars for supplies. It had taken a while though to find ones with useful supplies. Too many out of state sight see-ers from more urban parts of the country from all the rental cars, Alexander would have guessed, but that still didn't explain the absence of people that they had encountered or not encountered. Either way They had something approaching a base camp... not that it mattered now.

"Guess we'll be parting ways before long." The texan declared.

Alexander looked to the black cowboy, and nodded, "I reckon so." One tracking east back to Wyoming, another party out west to the Larson's farm.

Hutton looked around at the abandoned cars in the campground parking lot, "At least there isn't any blood."

"To be honest blood would be more reassuring." Alexander replied, as he started to fold the thermal sleeping mat that had been under the sleeping bag. "Not having any indication of what happened just puts me more on edge." There was trash at least in the bins, and the vending machines hadn't been broken into, which wasn't... he wasn't sure what to make of that... well the vending machines hadn't been broken into when they had gotten here. "I don't understand why we haven't seen anyone besides..."

"Those bastards."

"Yes." He agreed. "That could have been worse." Alexander at the time hadn't been concerned how others might have viewed his willingness to put down the would be modern slavers, the Larsons hadn't had any objections to, and Havel was presently thumbing through a dog eared copy Colonial Craftsmen with nary a care in the world at one of the picnic benches. "I'm glad there were only three of them."

"Yeah." Hutton grunted. "You and Mike, seem to get that, Viking stuff." Alex decided not to correct 'viking stuff'', whatever new age esque connection to his his primordial ancestors aside, and surely that must have been interesting in the late cold war Corp, that would be between Havel and Hutton to discuss, " And I agree with him, be a lot of assholes like that thinking they can put something over on anyone if they think they can get away with it." ... and it would have been nice if in a Just World. Not that there was any such thing. Not the world he had come from or this one where some malignant intelligence has stolen modernity away. Hutton kept talking, "So what would you have done if this was just a nuclear war instead... whatever this is, Alien Space Bats." Using the elder Larson's term.

"If guns still worked you mean?" He asked and received a nod, "I'd still go back to Absaroaka take my chances under the western sky. I don't want to even begin to think what the cities will look like by this point." .... and it was a comment that only made him consider the lack of other people they had encountered on the road. "If guns still worked it'd really be an even bigger reason to avoid the cities... and if it was just a nuclear exchange then there would be even less I could do about it. Whatever governments if any that remained would still have enough forces and organization to do their thing in their own spaces," However big or little they were. No, he'd want no part of that, "As it is. I doubt any of the pre change governments, none of the national ones anyway, still exist. Our political class at a national level is too old, and if cars don't work and phones don't work there is not way to keep the country together," He wondered if the telegraph worked? Would morse code still be audible down a line? Or were they reduced to the pony express, and just that?

Havel had looked up from his reading at some point, "So the HEMA thing?"

"I have armor at home, I guess I'll wear that." He replied, "HEMA is ultimately a sport, like modern kendo. More emphasis on participant safety and limitations for competition, so I won't say its perfect... and I think it'll be better than the SCA,"

"Society for Creative Anachronisms, or whatever."

"Yeah," He agreed, "And there are others, but that's something. I'm sure there are bad habits, or impractical habits, but it'll be somewhere to start that isn't reliant on just picking up a Louisville slugger and throwing on a leather jacket." Eric Larson laughed, "Not that there aren't plenty of modern accoutrements that will be useful. I'll be honest if I were in town I'd probably be looking at looting every home depot of every box of nails, bolts, washers, and looking for a good tool set.... because I don't know how well we can get to manufacturing standardized thread pitch without investing a lot of time into it." Then, "And as long as you have water flush toilets still work without electricity, thats bronze age technology right there." He added with a shake of his head, wondering how many people would forget that about sanitation... how many idiots would just start shitting in or behind any old bush.

Humanity had at best started industrializing four hundred years earlier, and really Europe, the continent, had only started playing catch up to the likes of England and America after 1815... hundreds of years of advancement undone... and billions going to die as a result.

He finished stuffing the sleeping gear into the compression sack.

"Astrid says that compound bow we took from those assholes," Orks to use the kid's description, "Is pretty good?"

Alex looked at Mike, and shrugged, "I'd take the kid's word for it. I don't shoot mechanical hunting bows, and Mikoto wouldn't know either. I mean I know a little about modern crossbow brands, but even at that I'm a neophyte."

When at last they parted Mikoto turned the roan towards the direction that they would take. "What do you think they will find nearer the pacific, husband?"

"Nothing good, my lady." Alexander swung himself up into the bey's saddle, "Nothing good at all. If Larson is right though, if all this started at Nantucket..." Nothing they could do really. The last news broadcast was news. It would be something to write down, insure that the written word survived and that eventually if they could, investigate whatever had happened that far east... but at least whatever back east had happened it was still in the United States, even if it was a goddamned overgrown sand bar completely unsuited to sustaining any kind of serious community.

They coaxed their horses onwards, and started the journey home, which was at least closer than the journey to the Williamette valley Havel and company had to make.
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Commentary: This is shorter than I had originally planned, and this end note is longer than I intended, and will be broken up into several different topics. So Emberverse to start with, as mentioned above is related to set in the same 'multiverse' of sorts as Stirling's ISOT, in point of fact the Larsons actually know the Walkers (William Walker the main antagonist of Island in the Sea of time) but that plot point gets dropped basically in that book and to my knowledge (and I haven't read all of the Emberverse books, is never mentioned again. That won't be the case here, but anyway on to ISOT.

My biggest problem is honestly the cultural disconnect in ISOT, yeah its a little campy, but and its nineties fantasy story so I accept that, but Nantucket in no way should be able to sustain the agriculture it does in that book. Stirling's hard work will get us through is, no you would have had to move to the mainland and go farm there, and also native population density in that series is way higher than it would have been in the actually eleven hundreds bce but that's possibly in part more of a research has marched on since the book was written. Don't get me wrong if you want a silly over the top adventure, like I'll be honest I'd have enjoyed a book of nothing but Captain Alstead swashbuckling across the bronze age and fuck the mayor and his bullshit, just go high seas adventuring.

Anyway, I have declared that September shall be Isekai month, which of course means that I will be updating stuff like my DxD waifu catalog fic, my HSoD WC fic, Sufficiently advanced magic, and I'm going to try and update Out of the Dark this month. That if it happens will probably be at the end of the month. I am probably going to post updates for some of my stuff in the misc thread, and whether it has any interest or not I may take my MMORPG players get summoned into the world story and give it is own thread later in the month.

The other two possibilities are Against the Tide getting its own thread, its my Waifu Catalog story set in Weber's Out of the Dark Universe. If I do that I'm going to have to open Out of the Dark up and expand the material set during the Shongairi invasion/occupation of Earth. Or my 'Someone else's 19th. They have Giant Robots, and Dungeons.' Isekai Story. I probably won't update my original, or give it is own thread, Waifu catalog story (the sailor moon one), or the Gundam Seed (Gundam Multiverse later) story this month. Jumpchain Percy Jackson and the Olympians story will potentially get updates this month in addition to all the usual.

Anyway back to this, as I said this will be swapping between the canonical MCs, primarily Mike, Juniper will show up, and our SI.

Grimmouse197 · Sep 7, 2021

So the SI hasn't showed up then?

Imperator Pax · Sep 7, 2021

Grimmouse197 said:
So the SI hasn't showed up then?

Might be the phrasing in that sentence. The si is Alexander.

Imperator Pax · Sep 20, 2021

Under the Western Sky
Part 2

The two weeks that had passed since the lights had gone out had done so as little more than a blur, as march had turned to April under the western sky. They had made the decision to avoid towns where possible, not that that had been completely possible, but they could largely bypass city centers and the distance back to western Wyoming wasn't so far as the journey that Havel and his people were going to have to make. If cars had been working still, if this had just been a nuclear exchange, then even that latter distance would have been nothing to really worry about... but they didn't. Internal Combustion engines didn't work for whatever stupid fucking reason, and Alexander was resigned to that fact.

Absaroaka meant Crow... in well Crow. No shortage of arguments had apparently broken out though in the time it had taken them to get back though. Without guns there was no power to maintain peace, especially in a world now bereft of electrical power to run all the conveniences of life. Before widespread electrification ices boxes had relied on blocks of ice separated with sawdust that had been cut from frozen lakes and rivers in winter to stock them. That had of course depended on rail cars pulled by locomotives that ran off electricity, or prior to coal fired steam engines, and those ice blocks would have delivered to ice boxes via horse drawn carriage. It was too late to practically harvest ice anyway, even if all the other infrastructure to take that had been in place, and refrigeration was out of the question, which was going to mean shortages of all sorts of foods. Absaroaka though was sparsely peopled, and without cars would be hard to reach. It would be nothing like the nearby towns, what passed for cities in Wyoming, like Sheridan and Campbell... and nothing at all like big cities in California like Los Angeles... but that didn't mean it was free of problems or interpersonal strife.

"You're off it Walter," An older voice spat thumping angrily across the floor as its owner stamped back and forth pacing in what had once been the county library, and before that a train station, "Even assuming guns still worked that cluster fuck in Sheridan is the sort of thing that we'd have called the State Militia up to handle." Even back east Sheriff was the sort of position where once elected it was in many cases de facto for life, or until retirement, and the speaker in question was the former Sheriff. Lucian Connally had been a world war 2 veteran, and his successor by choice was the man he was speaking to.

Walter Longmire's war had been Vietnam, and the current sheriff was larger than Alexander was, veritably towered over Lucian even if it was unintentional. Walter had gone to college on a football scholarship, and then commissioned into the marines, and seen through Tet, and then had been in the Sheriff's department since he had gotten out. The only reason he wasn't the largest man in the room was the presence of the other Vietnam vet in the room, Henry.

'Standing Bear' was no pun intended a bear of a man. Alexander took particular notice of the sheathed army issue Lagana tomahawk the MACV-SOG vet had carried in his time in Vietnam and across the border. Alexander crossed into the open door, and then to one side stepping beside Lucian nephew 'Turk' Connolly who was the most recent deputy to be hired on. The younger man thumbed the brim of his fancy Stetson, "Ferg's down in Powder Junction." He said, explaining the lack of the patrol's senior deputy, but then Powder Junction was Jim Ferguson's usual posting.

"Alex." At Walter's greeting, Lucian merely grunted.

"What happened in Sheridan?" He asked a little cautiously, and then "Where is the mayor?"

"Well the short answer to that is he's dead."

"He's missing."

"That fucking fuck up is dead, Walter. The idiots painted Sheridan red for St Paddies, and we haven't seen hide nor hair of him or the useless moron we call a county administrator. Its you and Selby," The presiding Judge for serious crimes. "And he certainly ain't going to fix this."

"That doesn't mean Steve Brandt is dead."

Lucian snorted at his chosen successor. Alexander didn't want to think of the current sheriff as being naive, and frankly he thought, 'did it really mattered if the mayor was alive or dead?' "What is going on."

"Oh its not just us pale faces who have a hard time of it." Lucian muttered, "The crow and northern Cheyenne, well," He jerked to Walter's best friend.

"Brandon's description of the reservation is arguably worse than what Walter, and I saw of Sheridan, though how much of that is a product of the Rez being worse to start with is academic." Henry commented. Everyone was as the expression went Irish on St Patrick's day, and it wasn't as if alcoholism wasn't rampant on the reservation to start with, but then there were other health problems. Diabetes, and the need for insulin came to mind... given two weeks had gone by Alexander suspected that medicine was either spoiled or had start to run out.

--
Mike Havel tried to resist the urge to pick at the stubble that had begun to grow in round the scars he had gotten from the bear. How much simpler it would have been if his Remington 700 had still worked, even if at the distance had been way closer than he'd have liked. A hundred and fifty feet was plenty close in his opinion to put a bear if he had the option... the bear fur was warm at night though. That was the only real upside to the whole encounter... well that and not being dead of course.

He wondered what would have happened if they had gone east instead. The Larsons, or Mr Larson rather had been opposed... and from his reasoning he understood why. The Larson place in the Montana countryside had been bought with money, and the Larsons weren't really from there... and if Ken was right there was some begrudging that from the Walkers. Not that Mike was entirely convinced that they'd really have roots going to the farm in the Willamette valley, but it sounded like a better plan... and he certainly wasn't going to say 'hey guys lets turn around'.

No, they were going to keep going west. He heard the grinding wheel slowly come to a stop as Will Hutton eased off pedaling to check his work. Cars might not run anymore but the spring steel in their brakes certainly made for making good blades... and with Ken and Will putting their minds to it it made for churning out a handy little arsenal for the merry band. Spears, and arrows mostly, swords were a lot of work, and Will was still working on the first sword. It wasn't going to be anything nearly as fancy as Alexander's blade. It wasn't fancy enough for what a king might have carried but with the base being as wide across as Mike's hand, and tapering to still being two fingers wide at the cutting edge before narrowing even further the sword had been impressive... and probably a ferocious cutter if Mike were to guess. It would be nice to have something like that, but he also knew that Will's first swords would be shorter. Arming swords in length, proper one handed swords without the longer grip.

Hopefully something nimble he thought glancing to the Texan, but anything would be good. Swords would be nice, but also the added protection of armor... he liked the idea, even if he didn't like the sweat and the weight it would bring and be of mail. "Not properly a knight's sword, but for maiming a piece of what used to be a car, it should do the job." The Texan drawled. "I told you I wasn't a blacksmith, but..."

"I'd rather have something." Mike agreed, thinking of if it came to needing to drop a spear, or transition.

"Saber was the better option since we're gonna be spending so much of our time in the saddle." The cowboy stated. Mike shrugged at the depressing reminder of how they'd been snapped back into the dark ages with no warning at all.

With a resigned exhale, he muttered, "Hakke Palle." Thats life now.

RazeByFire · Sep 22, 2021

Just want to say I like the way this story is going, especially with the Longmire bits. Though I'm a bit sad- I think it's too early for Vic to make an appearance and I like Katee Sackoff. I'm interested to see how the relationship between the Rez and the rest of the County develops. Hope to see more soon.

Imperator Pax · Sep 22, 2021

RazeByFire said:
Just want to say I like the way this story is going, especially with the Longmire bits. Though I'm a bit sad- I think it's too early for Vic to make an appearance and I like Katee Sackoff. I'm interested to see how the relationship between the Rez and the rest of the County develops. Hope to see more soon.

Yeah its too early for Moretti, which is I admit a pity. Its 98, and I really couldn't find a way to include in the timeline Vic's presence, introducing Pancho is easy, he's the next county over, a lot of the other book deputies are easy, but even working off of the novels (as I am) I would have to connive some explanation for her to not be back east. Like in the books she seems to have moved out to absaroaka in 02. The one theoretical working solution is that the coal job might have flown them out but that's a stretch feasibility timeline wise, since yeah a year before they move sure, three four thats a stretch.

I'm still thinking on it, but I doubt out Italian Catholic patrol officer would be going out west for something.. I mean travel out west (colorado, or somewhere) for a wedding sure that might work as an explanation, but Vic doesn't really seem to have a bunch of girlfriends who she goes to visit. Blot map she's tied down to her home town and then Absaroaka. So yeah I feel yeah.

ATP · Sep 25, 2021

SI in Wyoming - good choice,no bigger cities there.He could become daimyio there.Or jarl?

Now,about technology - they do not need keep medieval tech,chemistry,health and agriculture could be at at least 1900AD level.And in book they still used gliders and better scorpions.Flamethrowers,too.Maybe scorpions with napalm bombs ?

other ideas - mounted infrantry on horses or bicycles as archers or huscarls.

horse archers with lances and maces.Becouse maces negate mail and any armour except plate.Shrewd from 1066 showed norman knight using not only swords,but bats like those used by modern players.

Heavy calvary - if he have good warmblood horses,form winged hussarls.They were only formation able of breaking through pikes,knights was unable to do so.
And was very mobile - in 1675 polish King Sobieski made 400km on steppe in 5 days with them,and beaten tatars in battle next day.Of course,they had spare horses.

Militia - gave them crossbows or pikes and maces with gambestone - one of easier armour to made.Molotov coctays,too.And plumbata for short range/throwing weapon/

If you train slingers,they could use molotov coctails,too.And even on horseback - when greek mercaneries retreated from Persia ,they were raided by horse archers - slingers on horseback repelled them.

You need right order of monks to keep technology - cisterian would be best.

Best for calvary was winged hussarl saber,but it need time and good blacksmits.So,for now,gave calvary shields and maces.

Well,that would be all for now.

ATP · Sep 27, 2021

If it is Waifu catallog challenge,then SI could get another waifus.In Japan daimiyos had concubines,right?

Imperator Pax · Sep 29, 2021

ATP said:
SI in Wyoming - good choice,no bigger cities there.He could become daimyio there.Or jarl?

Now,about technology - they do not need keep medieval tech,chemistry,health and agriculture could be at at least 1900AD level.And in book they still used gliders and better scorpions.Flamethrowers,too.Maybe scorpions with napalm bombs ?

other ideas - mounted infrantry on horses or bicycles as archers or huscarls.

horse archers with lances and maces.Becouse maces negate mail and any armour except plate.Shrewd from 1066 showed norman knight using not only swords,but bats like those used by modern players.

Heavy calvary - if he have good warmblood horses,form winged hussarls.They were only formation able of breaking through pikes,knights was unable to do so.
And was very mobile - in 1675 polish King Sobieski made 400km on steppe in 5 days with them,and beaten tatars in battle next day.Of course,they had spare horses.

Militia - gave them crossbows or pikes and maces with gambestone - one of easier armour to made.Molotov coctays,too.And plumbata for short range/throwing weapon/

If you train slingers,they could use molotov coctails,too.And even on horseback - when greek mercaneries retreated from Persia ,they were raided by horse archers - slingers on horseback repelled them.

You need right order of monks to keep technology - cisterian would be best.

Best for calvary was winged hussarl saber,but it need time and good blacksmits.So,for now,gave calvary shields and maces.

Well,that would be all for now.

Spare horses is of course the main factory in any sort of welll really any pre modern want to cover a lot of ground, with rain being the other factor, followed by keeping horse shoed, and down the list. and of course when we think of knights we think of specifically western Europe, and of relatively small period and a relatively small geographic area, and indeed for much of the early conflicts in western europe (much of the viking age conflicts, so milites not 'Knights' of the post norman conquest england), armies were also relatively small which of course changed as improvements to european farming mounted and supported larger populations, and of course greater horse breeding capacity on the continent. [The modern finnish horse is quite a bit larger on average than its pre 30 years war ancestor due to introduction of studs from the continent]

Which brings us to Stirling in canon, at least canon for the first trilogy, and what goes on in the first Embverse novels. Hutton's first swords were apparently patterned off cavalry sabers which makes sense as his statement in the earlier segment indicates gonna spend a lot of time in the saddle. Indeed a lot of your points actually get made in the course of the first few books,

Norman goes for the full medieval knight and feudalism tropes, Havel mixes in a little modern but also later cavalry sabers, in addition to molotovs (IIRC Norman also uses incediary concotions) But yeah Norman's preferred ranged option for his troops are crossbows (in comparison to the Mackenzies going with longbows). The Bearkillers develop a pseudo monastic tradition to retain knowledge,... as does Norman IIRC following his whole 'ah medieval catholoicism'

Norman's whole stick is acting like its actually if not 1066 damn well close to it, which Havel complains about and then exploits by using bits of things that still actually work despite the change happening. As it relates to this story in Wyoming, there is particularly the anecdote that the Crow (that is the indian tribe) scouts very much liked the US Cavalry pattern sabers both as prestious weapons, its derived a hussar style saber played. It was historically quite popular, though obviously US trend with rifles was to favor an increasingly lighter saber (given US organization of cavalry in the 19th century).

Since we're back around to Wyoming the subsequent summer chapters will introduce some of the planet of the hats that is typical of what becomes the Emberverse and I'll leave that for the next update., but yes on the other question, concubinage persisted in Japan until at least the 1950s and probably lasted at least a bit longer down low. And Polygamy was only abolished in Japan under Emperor Meiji due to the desire to be perceived as western and modern though at the moment that will have little bearing on the story in the short term.

ATP · Sep 29, 2021

Then,if his first waifu agree,SI could get others.
About technology - four field rotation is something which let feed mor people,so you are arleady better then most medieval people.And you could made relatively easy manure - made fish ponds,and each few year take fish manure from that.

P.S if you get heavy calvary,winged hussarl lances would be ideal.Normal for medium calvary.ligh calvary - if they get slings and molotov coctails,they could destroy infrantry from afar.

RazeByFire · Sep 29, 2021

I've read some fanfics for the Emberverse that point out that, eventually, static defenses will be too hard to crack without betrayal, plague, or other outside factors. So things become static and rather boring, except for explorations into the new (old) frontiers. But in the first years and decades, the fires of war burn bright! Horrible to live in but fun to read about.

ATP · Sep 29, 2021

RazeByFire said:
I've read some fanfics for the Emberverse that point out that, eventually, static defenses will be too hard to crack without betrayal, plague, or other outside factors. So things become static and rather boring, except for explorations into the new (old) frontiers. But in the first years and decades, the fires of war burn bright! Horrible to live in but fun to read about.

That is how real sieges goes.Unless you found sewer entrance - i read about one castle in Normandy which falled that way.

Imperator Pax · Oct 1, 2021

One particular difference, well two technically as it related to fortifications is while fucking Juniper gets up and out ahead of that stupid fucking fast (like if you look at the actual timeline book 1's events, and what all clan Mackenzie gets done geez), Norman isn't that far behind either (Iron Rod had the advantage of yoinking a monastery that already existed) and he has the advantage of oodles of corvee labor... anyway

Firstly the eaters are a much more obviously supernatural force here, and the second is that magic is a much more obvious 'returning' force. Mikoto is a jonin in canon Naruto, and we'll get into the supernatural side of things over time.

But to go back to fortifications Havel bypasses Norman's border defense through a combination of them being bad a night sentry duty for defending a fortification (poor light management), and also using gliders because its 'not fucking 1066' or whatever Havel's actual quote is. There are ways to break a fortification, but encirling it and bypassing them is almost always the better option in medieval strategies because direct assault is not going to be something armies will have the numbers for... and again Juniper's faction gets their defenses up very fast, and the college town (that I can't remember the name off the top of my head) also is very quick to organize armor and pikes... I'd have to pull dies the fire back off the shelf.

And of course unlike France in the middle ages north western US is really large, and with fortifications few and far between, obviouslly Williamette valley is not especially large, its about half the size of normany IIRC probably a bit smaller in area but we're only talking about the area of the valley, and thats not counting coastal oregon nor the rest of interior oregon. (Oregon as a state is probably somewhere between a third and half the size of France), which brings us to the how empty the countryside is going to be (and the cities) after the dying time.

ATP · Oct 1, 2021

There is one way to - theorically - capture castle - many trebuchets casting napalm.Problem is defenders should have it,too.
So,what remain is what you said - i would add buing castle as old way,too.It was even proverb that every gatehouse could be forced by donkey carring sack of gold.

Imperator Pax · Oct 5, 2021

Under the Western Sky Part 3

Absaroka had never been especially high on the matter of Federal spending, or State spending for that matter so unlike Sheridan, or Campbell there had been little in the way of modernization to most of the amenities. Oh the public schools had been wired for internet which was the latest new fangled thing from back east, but like electricity that had stopped working with the Change.

He had been thinking about heliographs. They were a modern... well 19th century development but born out of speculation of ancient signaling. They would be safer than relying on beacons and signal fires and what not... they wouldn't need fuel. They'd need the fuel for other things. Alexander wondered how many people would upset that pumps weren't working without municipal power would forget that flush toilets were a bronze age technology... you just needed to refill the reservoir. The Industrial Revolution had given people time to tinker, and made life so much easier... and all that had been swept away.

Unfortunately even for somewhere like Absaroaka he doubted the forest service would have had an abundance of old heliographs to appropriate. Even for a place who's definition of new was well... in this part of Wyoming though... the definition of a 'recent' ranch tended to be 'and Jim or John or whoever came back from the War.' and the War meant World War 2. There were newer ranchettes than that, but they were so few on the ground and were largely attempts by city people from the coasts to make their own cowboy vacations.

At least those older places tended to have manual water access, but they were certainly going to have to do something for sanitation for town or Durant was going to be unlivable... assuming a fire didn't break out first.

Lucian banged through the door with all the tact of a bull in a china shop. "There you are, Walt he's in the library."

Alexander sighed and closed the book, "Lucian." The sheriff's office had at one point been the county library. The county library had relocated a few years earlier to a newer more modern building, but besides needing book storage space it wasn't as if the sheriff's office had needed the book storage space. Lucian calling it the library was still accurate, it wasn't as if Absaroaka really had need for a law library, not with the court house within walking distance even when cars had still worked, so the there were plenty of books stored on the second floor that just didn't get taken out much and sat there in a second collection.

The retired sheriff was dressed more or less normal, absent a gun belt for a pistol that no longer worked. The out of place thing was the hunting quiver strapped to his leg. Bow hunting was a bit more common across the border in Montana, but there was still a number of people who were passingly familiar with recurves. Plenty more were familiar with more modern compound hunting bows. That wasn't all good news of course. Modern fiberglass components would be near impossible to replace, or repair. It also meant there were enough people who could cause trouble at range, if it came to that. "Come on looks like we got some spill over from Sheridan, Ferg sent a runner about some bodies in powder junction."

Walter had called up a posse of what could be managed from the town, which on short notice was something on the order of a few dozen men. They had horses at least, which was the bigger requirement than weapons, but eventually that was going to have to change. The ride to powder junction had the advantage of a good road that had been cleared of any cars rendered immobile by the change. They'd probably have to organize siphon parties to collect the fuel... and then later strip the cars of other useful materials over time, but for now they just loomed ominous and dead on the sides of the road.
Even though it was April the road had snow drifs in some pends from the few inches of snow the state usually got in this time of the year and the run off from being under the bright sky would likely wear down the road without state and federal funding for roads, and modern technology to make repaving easy. Still with the road, and with horses the ride itself wasn't unbearable, and they reached the old railway spur town without incident.

The Ferg's palmetto pony waited with a few of Powder Junction's residents along carrying farm implements as weapons, which only contrasted to the bronze hilted short stabbing, Roman style, sword the deputy had. "Hi Walt."

"Ferg." The sheriff replied, "What did you find.

The heavier set deputy chewed his lower lip."

"Spillover from Sheridan?"

"Or Gillette maybe," Ferg replied, "But that's what it looks like, I don't recognize any of 'em."

"Road people." Lucian remarked. There was no quibbling as Ferg coaxed his skittish little horse along and back towards where it clearly didn't wish to return. The site was technically a massacre. Lucian got off his horse, probably for a minute forgetting that he had retired and and made for the corpses heedless of the burned hair smell. "Shoddy job trying to hide 'em." He muttered looking up from the half completed culvert the county had been putting in and then to the buzzards balefully sulking just out of reach.

The burning... and from the scattered broken charred glass, suggested someone had tried to make a molotov and not done a very good job of it. Most of the bodies looked like they had been bludgeoned to death a few showed cuts, and gashes that had probably been done with axes, or hatchets meant to cut wood not flesh. That plenty of skulls had just been bashed in with probably baseball bats. There were no horse tracks when they had come around, but Standing Bear and Walt had wandered off to leave Lucian by the bodies. "Where's that lead?"

"Old railway bridge, that ugly wrought iron thing crosses the river to Absalom, which is a world class shit hole in our empty patch of the world." Lucian grunted to the question. "Think these were tourists." He muttered looking at the branded hats and sweaters reading Gillette Wyoming. Whether they had been bought before the change or hastily bought before flight from the city was unknown. Lucian though had expected most tourists to try and make a run for Colarado, which probably didn't say anything good about was happening in the east of the state. "Yeah you missed the group of whackos from Washington. They said they took the canal, and river most of the way here."

"What do you mean?" He had been at home really since getting back trying to put things in order, and without working cars the ride to town was something of a chore.

"They came in from eastern Idaho." Someone down the line of horses muttered, "Scaly armor."

"Scaly?"

"Yeah," Lucian agreed, "It wasn't like your breastplate, it wasn't chain mail, and it damn sure wasn't taking a ned kelly affair," Or taking steel rifle plates and flak jackets as had been Vernon Shelley's idea to the sheriff. "The weirdo said he was from Portland, had come in through Lewiston. They were going up to see the Walkers in Montana before heading back."

"That's a hell of trip to go around with all this happening."

"Uh huh," One of the posse agreed hocking a mouthful of chewing tobacco into the culvert, "Seemed like they had places to be though."

Walter returned with Henry, "There is a plume of smoke across the river, looks like it started about an hour or two ago, only thing I can think is its Absalom burning."

"That's a pity." Lucian grunted. "I guess we better go look," He muttered swinging back up onto his horse. The Longmire ranch was up this way, though Walter leased the property to some friend from the army... or Navy... or someone he had known in 'Nam, or something these days... or had before the Change. They rode for there first and the inky black stain of the town across the river was more visible. The whole town wasn't burning but someone had clearly set part of the old train station on fire...

... guns might not work, but spotting scopes sure still did. "Probably old coal burning," Lucian remarked taking his turn. There was no visible fire, even as dusk approached just the cloud of smoke coming up from miles distant. "Probably will burn out before we can get over there in the morning."
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The hoots and howls of wild men echoed across the soot stained street, but Alexander did not care, the silver crescent flashed forward in a rising cut that shored through the crazed fool's cheek, nose, and across one eye. The lunatic tumbled backwards as the longsword passed. They weren't dressed right to be wyoming natives. The night weather should have been enough that this psychotic group of malcontents should have been risking death dressing like they were since he doubted any of them had proper hunting or camping gear to speak of. He feet crunched through the two inches of april snow blackened by yesterday's fire as his extended arm withdrew.

Absalom Wyoming was a tiny town, not really even worth calling a town. The railway line that had run to it had faded into irrelevance when the coal mines had shut down... and from a purely census bureau standpoint the few hundred families weren't really in the town proper so much as the unincorporated bits around in the county proper. The only important thing in the town to the federal government was the post office. The local bank was irrelevant now with the change, and what passed for a hotel had seen better days long before the change.

He doubted there had been even a hundred people in town... and whether or not this lot had broken out some of the storefronts or that had already been done by the time they had rolled into town it didn't matter. Henry brought his tomahawk down into a ravening madman's soft exposed neck, and another man folded up as thwack sounded from Lucian's Barnett crossbow.

The crazies were starting to get the message, and plenty were heading for the hills. "What the fuck was all that about?" Lucian demanded.

It was a good question... but of course unfortunately this was to become all too part of the new normal.
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Commentary: As the joke goes, what do wyoming and New Zealand have in common?

More sheep (I've heard livestock generic as well,) than people, Wyoming is a very large, but sparsely populated state.

In any event Juniper, and Norman and their respective factions won't be introduced until next month's updates. Next week's update (planned for monday) will involve Havel and friends road trip west through Lowell, and the Lewiston matter.

ATP · Oct 5, 2021

Bigger tam-tams was supposed to have 15km range,so if you use morse code it could work,tooAnd if you gave lunetes to heliographs,you could go with less towers.
About towns - building wall from concrete should be possible,but even then most houses must be abadonned.
If Absalom have 100 people,maybe you should abadonn it,too.

Military - as much levies as possible,train them as much as possible,and as small as possible core of professional fighters.Becouse they would be costly to maitain.On borders - semi-proffesional rangers with bows.
Mase as much as possible siege machines,when you still have acetylen./Havel did so in book/

Imperator Pax · Oct 12, 2021

Under the Western Sky Part 4

Lucian scowled from behind the table he was seated behind, "I repeat myself, what the fuck was that about?" He growled. The retired sheriff had a point. None of this made anymore sense than ... well the change. They had found one guy, one dead, who had had his face half chewed off, and tthe crazy apparently cannibal psychos had run off into the old Coal mines of Absalom.

That had largely elicited good riddance, because those after decades of neglect were deemed to be death traps. Not that they'd been especially safe back in the day. Once upon a time though they had been the lifeblood of Absalom's economy until the seams had become too uncompetitive compared to other mines, and too dangerous too work especially with less modern equipment.

There had been plenty of reasons for the mines closing, and then the town withering away... but the idea that they might need the coal soon... well the Durant resident might have a point. "Might." Someone agreed... "But do you really want to go into those old tunnels without electric lighting?"

No one really did.

They would just have to leave the matter, for now. The immediate threat had been dealt with, and psychotic raving lunatics with a taste for human flesh or no without horses they should have been limited to a small geographic area in what was a very sparsely populated portion of sparsely populated county. Realistically they should starve or die of noxious fumes in the mines, but Alexander would have been lying to say that he believed that. There was something gravely wrong, something afoot.

Not that he was quite going to go all in on that position. Lucian had not taken the news from the Rez well. Henry's mother's family had apparently started talking about spirits. Not that it was just the White Buffalo. The Little Birds were another family going round with that sort of talk.

... and to tell the truth it wasn't just the Rez either. The whole world was going crazy and it had been merely weeks. Unlike southern Wyoming, though despite being damn near Montana they did still have plenty of shrub and grassland, they had long standing ranges of trees, "Any kind of barricade really," Strictly speaking even if he wasn't sure they could actually economically manufacture more barbed wire, certainly not in bulk quickly, "barbed wire would work," But as the expression went 'it was from one's neighbors towns learned to build tall walls'. "We have enough," In the short term.

The crazies, the eaters, who'd been run off into the mine shaft weren't going to be the only problem. Even if it wasn't necessarily a problem... yet... something was going on. Maybe it was just the lack of television, but all of a sudden there were Wyoming Irish suddenly dressing up in kilts and body paint... Lucian was particularly vocal about that, but it wasn't just that... there were a whole slew of anachronistic ... and in some cases down right pop culture... shifts in behavior modelled after 'historical' or based on historical cultures that seemed to have struck as much from the blue as the Change itself.

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Ordinarily... back before everything had gone to shit it would have been like a two hour drive from Lowell to Lewiston. It was less than a hundred miles... and that was by going across the highways, none of which were straight. With horses they shouldn't have even needed a week to cross that amount of space, but a week also assumed that they were travelling. Havel had to consider what Lowell had really told them about how things had changed in just that amount of time.

The scar, from the bear, prominently marring the left side of his face itched at the thought.

'The Eaters' ... the prospect of people turning to cannibalism so quickly hadn't surprised him as much as it had Eric... but that wasn't the real delay to making it from Lowell to Lewiston. No, they were spending more time talking to people... what Legolamb had described sometimes derisively sometimes not as 'fetch quests' and more than that recruiting people as they moved along the road. They were trading... actually more so, than they were fighting, which was something that was good... given how long the road was proving their ultimate destination in Oregon might well have been the Saxon's crossing to England in the dark ages.

He didn't want to count his chickens before they hatched, but he, and Will and Ken... obviously... really needed to start talking about how all that as going to work. The 'Long Trek' ahead of them couldn't just end with them arriving at a hopefully intact farm valley and just expect that it would all unfold happily ever after... especially with the very real apparent danger of psychotic cannibals running around on the road side.

Hence the meeting of the bear killer leadership in one of the new tents that they had traded for, "I really don't like how fast the plague hit Lewiston. That's, beyond absurdly fast." Ken remarked stroking his expanding beard, "Its been weeks since the change, but the plague? Its a bacteria at the cause, and squirrels or no, I didn't think that it could possibly be a problem this fast." But the admission was at least that it had been possible... before the change there were a few cases a year so to speak but never an outright epidemic.

That was however the scale of what they were talking about. Lowell Idaho might have been tiny but they had still heard the word. "That's going to have to be something for Doc Arnstein," Will grunted, "But once we get settled its gonna be something to handle with policy. Government might be a dirty word but I don't see any way of fighting a disease like that other wise."

The other two men in the tent nodded, even if Havel had to stop himself from cursing at the notion. Ken probably had the best chance of organizing anything approaching a civil government structure ... and it was his land they were making for in the Oregon valley, but he was also the first to point out that with the complete break down of government there was going to be a need for a significantly more regimented and military system or responsibilities than had existed before the change. "Every household is going to have to produce something towards either actual military service, or to supporting troops, even if we never do any kind of expeditionary warfare without the ability to defend ourselves we'd be inviting trouble."

Hutton nodded, "Like I said anything thats worth having is going to be wanted by other people. I'm sure glad we have really only been fighting what amount to literal monsters or near enough, but soon or later more of those 'original sovereign' lunatics are going to come out of the wood work 'to reclaim the world' or crazies just as out there."

They had a bow maker... a sorry drunk of one, but they had one. Will was the closest thing they had to blacksmith, but they needed more specialized labor. Havel thought of all the horses that had died due to lack of veterinary care in the first world war... and that was what they were going to be doing since they didn't have any trucks at all, and no railways... even if the rails themselves could be used for horse drawn trams at least... but that was for something for Ken to play around with way down the road.

"We get right down to it something has fucked the laws of thermodynamics to a point," Ken grunted unhappily, "But we're going to need carpenters, and farmers, and draft animals, because we have to be looking forward six months," It was still relatively nippy in Idaho, in the morning in particular when people were just starting to wake up, but, "For not just winter as a cold weather front, but also from a food perspective." That was going to mean agriculture, feeding themselves over the winter absolutely could not be planned around simple foraging and hunting... no they needed to get across to the other side of the Nez Pearce Rez and into the Valley as soon as possible to start plotting for farming settlements, "Realistically we're going to want to put up barricades, even just cattle stockades for the herds we've traded for as is." They had been getting around the labor need for that by going to the old stand by of having the kids herd the bovines with long sticks since it freed up their parents for more skilled labor.
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Commentary: So by the time that Havel and friends reached the Nez Pearce Reservation in Idaho (for reference this in the western half of the state) Hutton has put together the Bear Killer's first full length 11th century esque suit of maile. 'Chainmail', its knee length, and elbow length sleeves, but its being made with modern available tooling, and using modern repurposed materials.

Now leaving aside my personal hypothesis that using modern steel would probably result in a light suit of mail, this based purely on anecdotal friend has a suit of custom made mail and its weighs less than in the books weight, mail is a pretty good choice, especially from the perspective of making it out of what you have on hand. Gambeson is effective protection as well, and easier to make than properly made plate... and the big thing with making plate would be the hand fitting. Properly fitted plate armor gives you a lot of mobility (one thing I constantly complained to my DM about regarding 'arcane spell failure' in DnD back years ago). The learning curve for making armor and weapons is one of the points of much of the focus of canonically all the groups. Havel, as well as Juniper, as well as Norman, though Norman has the advantage of being nerd and having invested his professor's salary into medieval weapons and armor while still being married in the eighties and nineties.

Norman of course puts a lot of effort in asserting himself into power, and then organizing labor, but as I've mentioned Juniper in canon... does have the advantage of having stocks of readily available lumber... gets a palisade wall up and around the Mackenzie great hall and what not stupidly quickly. That's on top of all the other shit that they're doing. Like I cannot reiterate this one enough in terms of 'Holy Shit' that's fast, and we will get to that elsewhere as we introduce Juniper and Norman's intro segments next month. Just as next month will cover the first summer of the change and ... some of the events we've begun to touch on with the Eaters, and other threats. [Because the Change effecting how people think or encouraging this kind of gestalt cultural identity revival is how I explain/head canon some of the pulpy developments of the Emberverse.]

ATP · Oct 12, 2021

Lamellar armour was supposed to be effective,becouse it was easy to replace damaged parts,and change for other person.Mail - good against swords,but against mace was useless.Norman knights on Bayee shrews used bats looking like modern one for that reason.
Or maybe - brigantines.

Do not forget molotow coctails.Use spirit for that,usefull for making water drinkable,too.

Imperator Pax · Nov 18, 2021

Under the Western Sky Part 5

Mikoto was only about Five Three. Slim at that, which of course by American standards of height was entirely average particularly for a woman in her age cohort and apparent ethnicity. Nisei and later Japanese Americans trended taller than native born Japanese... not that that particularly mattered. Montana and Wyoming even taken together did not have much in the way of an Asian population to begin with. There were some Vietnamese, or other 'indochina' ethnic groups, who had come over after Vietnam, there were smatterings of different ethnic Chinese in some of the cities. In American terms the Asian population of either state was only noticeable at least from back east terms because there were more asians than there were black folk... and still nine tenths of the states were white.

The important distinction Mikoto made was not racially, not really. No it the misinterpretation that Hollywood might not be entirely full of shit on things like 'waif-fu' movie fights... or how hollywood handled 'fantasy tropes'. ... like say that bows were the weapons of dainty nimble ladies with stick thin arms... which was at least currently being disabused of.

As most of her would be competitors had largely tapped out after firing only a few arrows from a full strength bow. Branch who was used to deer hunting had thrown in the towel after his tenth consecutive shot deciding to get a drink and cool off.

The reality of technological, and economic complexity... and of course the fact that large draft animals such as horses or for that matter protein sources like pigs, had only been introduced by the Spanish after 1500 into north America had meant that nomadic populations in north America had been millennium behind their Eurasian counterparts. At the time still dwelling in what was Mongolian the pre modern turks had earned that name by being skilled metal workers during the time the Kushans had still ruled wide swathes of northern India. A skill with metalworking that would eventually allow them to supply the army to overthrow, and chase the Avars all the way to the grasslands of Hungary in Europe.

If only they had a bunch of blackmiths by which to do that, or great herds of horses, Alexanger mused as he finished resharpening the longsword. Lucian had gone on a truly epic tirade about sword waving charges laden with a voluminous amount of profanity.... which might have had a point or more validity if only guns still worked. But, guns had not been what had broken the threat of the plains indians even if it had made it more practical. More complex steel manufacture, better agriculture, and the ability to sustain larger populations would have eventually done it.... that and disease.

... and there was already the plague outbreak to consider... Lewiston. It was a problem Alexander wasn't sure what to make of. Was it just bad luck? Magic maybe, surely someone hadn't engaged in actual intentional germ warfare...that was a frightening thought to consider.

Far to the west, especially now that the Change had brought an end to the ease of travel made possible by the internal combustion engine Lewiston was currently suffering the effects of the black death, and the most likely explanation was that it had migrated with people fleeing the cities from further west who had somehow presumably managed to catch bacterium from ground squirrels or the like. Whatever the original vector of infection it had spread like wildfire... and that complicated it because Lewiston sat effectively on both the river and the road junctions leading further inland.

There was another thunk as the arrow sank into the Styrofoam archery target at almost two hundred paces. Mikoto paused, and lowered the bow pushing her hair back over one shoulder, "We have guests." Or more correctly the rest of their expected guests had arrived. For a wealthy land owner the American west in the interior of the country, fly over country afforded on the opportunity to own land that in... well even back east never mind in japan, Korea, or western Europe would have boggled the mind. Unfortunately without cars that was a major hassle to adjust to. That was why Absaroaka was rotating around the major landholders in what was scarily turning into quickly what might have resembled feudal traditions without anyone thinking it was too strange.

There were other reasons not to be doing it in town though. Durant wasn't exactly a big town to start with, but after the first in Absalom the various other large land holders had begun clamoring for collective defense. That really just meant trying to put palisade walls around their own homesteads, as even the US Cavalry Camps of the old west had often lacked those given the threat of attacking a frontier settlement was much more dangerous than the movies of Clint Eastwood and other big name western actors might have implied to the masses. Complex stone work regardless of how aesthetically appealing it might have been to Branch's ego just simply feasible at the moment with all their other problems.

Not with summer fast approaching promising hot plains days, and cold nights where it might be just above freezing and then press ninety in an afternoon, which coupled with thunderstorms might very well cause wildfires. That wasn't even getting into the two legged problems that ranged from nuisances to mortal threats. "Wonder how much time Sandy wasted on the idgets." Lucian grunted leaning on the veranda next to his nephew.

The youngest of Absaroaka's deputies prepared to protest his uncle's term, but quieted as Campbell county's sheriff, or perhaps former sheriff given what had happened to his county finished tying his horse up. The large man took his ridiculously oversized white steston and waved broadly. Alexander's primary residence was a painstaking reconstruction of Mount Vernon... with modern amenities that unfortunately no longer worked, but the large glass windows let in enough light for the drawing room to serve as an expansive salon to conduct the meeting of the local elite.

As it was his home he took a seat at the long oak table that might have otherwise accommodated a wargaming map, or other distraction, "Lucian said the situation in town was coming down,"

"Where its not about to riot." Sandy replied putting his hat on the rack, before stroking his bushy mustache in contemplation, "I've posted the notices regarding arms." Sandy's idea was to require … or insist that weapons had to have proper sheathes, or scabbards. If the old man had known what peace ties were he'd probably have suggested that. The idea wasn't likely going to achieve complete compliance, but even if was mostly being followed that would be an improvement. Unable to help himself he picked up a carefully painted DropShip figurine in clan Hell Horse colors, "This is that Battletech thing Lucian's cursing about?"

"It is." He replied suppressing the urge to see if the retired sheriff was about to explode. He had no idea there were so many combine fanboys... but Lucian had not taken the explosion of interspaced Japanese words and phrases well at all. Especially since he had started to wear a decidedly Japanese sword because that was what he had brought back from Japan after the war had ended. "How is that going?"

"Oh its fine, I don't have any problem with them talking about bushido or whatever. I got no better ideas," Sandy replied with a shrug after putting the egg shaped model back, "I'll take dealing with them than listening to that doom sayer from the Nez Pearce carrying on... but shit he ain't really doing any harm either."

"He's a fucking kook." Lucian snarled finally speaking up. "Everyone has taken leave of their god damn senses. Alright, and if it took the Great Spirit this long to get off his ass and do something?" He made a noisy inhalation and leaned forward on the table, "That don't sound real industrious does it. Besides I reckon he's at least half white, and went to some nancy liberal arts school anyway." ... Alexander decided against reminding the former sheriff his successor had graduated the University of California with a degree in English Literature of all things. That didn't make the kook's idea that all the native american tribes should all unify together any less stupid though. Maybe the idiot had just played too much ShadowRun in college.

Walter shook his head, "Sandy is right, Lucian. He isn't doing any harm."

Apparently Standing Bear didn't agree, "Lucian might have a point Walt," He grated carefully, "I'm not saying we shouldn't let him speak his peace, but that doesn't mean he's free from the consequences. He might find himself getting punched in the mouth if he keeps at it."

Lucian chortled. "So what are we going to do," He glanced to his nephew, "I haven't forgotten about the damned walls, but we need wagons for that."

"The easiest way to move lumber in the long term would be either putting down rails, and pulling carts on them by horses, or where possible running them down water ways. Obviously the more expensive option, but rails gives us more flexibility, and we're going to need to take a lot of timber. Its not really something I think time for right now, but we should be looking for the materials," He paused to reach for his tea cup. "And like we said last week, staked barbed wire would work and would be at least something of an impediment, if we had watch towers, and sentries."

The threat of eaters had abated as it seemed the last displaced persons from Sheridan had made it in, but that also along with other road people migration brought word of things from the north. Across the border in Montana, which wasn't very far at all, there were other things brewing. Billings had apparently had its own fire with the prevailing accusation being someone had brewed up their own molotovs and engines might have stopped working but gasoline still burned just fine. Technically the Rez, the northern Cheyenne, was between them and the Montana city... and that meant visiting Henry's relatives.
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Commentary: This concludes Under the Western Sky, Summer of the Change part 1 will be the next, at which point I will probably introduce Norman receiving his envoys dispatched to go talk with the society and the walkers in montana as part of that, and possibly introduce Juniper and the Mackenzies in part 1 as well.

ATP · Nov 18, 2021

i read about english archers - average need 5 years to train,and strenght to schoot 100-300 times without loosing accuracy.So,they would not get their archers soon.
I sugest crossbows or airguns.Austrian army used them for scouts from 1785 till 1815.Good for killing unarmoured opponents.

Transport - wagon on railroad pulled by horse could take 10 time as much as wagon on normal road.And they could made trolleys pulled by people.
Walls - just take wooden box,fill with concrete and you have quickly builded wall.

About biological warfare - soviets was working on mix of plagua and ebola/kill slowly as plague,but still as deadly as ebola/,but dunno how good their product was.And if american get it.

Vulpine Fury · Nov 18, 2021

The airguns would be a good idea, but the canon mechanics of how the Magic Whammy™ destroys guns and internal combustion makes structured pneumatics useless, too.

RazeByFire · Nov 26, 2021

Vulpine Fury said:
The airguns would be a good idea, but the canon mechanics of how the Magic Whammy™ destroys guns and internal combustion makes structured pneumatics useless, too.

IIRC, about a decade after the Change an engineer got a flywheel powered automatic bolt thrower to work pretty well. At the present though, a magazine loading crossbow is probably looking good. One could use a hydraulic piston to 'crank' it.

Imperator Pax · Dec 28, 2021

Portland Interlude

Norman Arminger looked at the geological survey his men had brought him. He had requested them of course, had to tell them where to look, but they'd dutifully at least gone to get them even if it was obvious that they had no idea why. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, once what was natural to people, the day to day order had been so shattered must people had turned listless.

Listless was a good word for the malaise that had set in to the people of Portland. Oh certainly on St Patrick's... but that ill tempered phase had passed. Only after of course they had burned and looted too much... Norman had been in his office on campus and had found himself having to defend himself by hand.

Getting home to his wife and his possessions by foot made somewhat more grating by the procession of terrified students following after him. They'd been put into a situation they hadn't understood, and then again. Professor Arminger was never a physical person, stern yes, but he liked to think at least most of those who took his classes seriously respected him, but he had never struck any of his students, and barely ever raised his voice. None of the hooligans on st patrick's day had expected him to dole out a practical on medieval european wrestling.

That had been months ago now. Portland was finally coming together, and while Norman Arminger was not prepared to declare himself king, taking the somewhat lesser title of Lord Protector... his own personal dislike of Cromwell's politics aside... in its place. Maybe one day he'd be a king, but that would have to wait until he held more lands, and had a more concrete arrangement of feudal responsibility. He didn't have that right now. Emilio had potential of course and so did a few others but no one really stood out.

His best hope would be that some one would distinguish themselves in the war against 'the pretenders' as he had surreptiously started circulating against them. He never used the term directly in public of course, but propaganda by criers and by runners with pamphlets used the term to disparage those who were quite accurately pretending to represent a now destroyed authority. There were no longer any state governments. There was no longer a United States, or Canada, or what not. There was only land, and people. Resources.

He needed resources. The geological survey would also inform him as to what parts of the valley were most vulnerable to hazards... like flooding. Something that no one had thought to consider... trying to engender critical thinking skills in his new vassals was almost as bad as dealing with freshmen. Emilio had shown the most promise but he had missed the flood threat, and instead focused on their more recent fire hazards. He received extra credit of course for suggesting trebuchets made out of timber to lob flaming projectiles against their enemies of course, after all gasoline as everyone had found still burned quite well.

All of his 'compadres' had been impressed apparently ignorant of the time the other man spent reading. Emilio had other strong points besides being willing to enrich himself by reading despite how it might have, certainly pre change, diminished his perceived masculinity his machismo. He was relatively religious. There would have to be some changes to Catholicism of course, a return to the Catholism of the Norman era where concubinage was acceptable. After all William the first's, son of Rollo, son Richard had been born from one of William's concubines not his wife. Richard's succession had seen a great many reforms to his still largely northern european patterned realm... but yes pre schism Catholiscism would be much much better for everyone Norman imagined, and it'd be nice to have a latin mass.

Norman Arminger consulted his papers plundered from the USDA and EPA, and all the rest of the alphabet soup he particularly cared about this particular moment. He looked up as the door opened and the rancher entered, "Salutations to you as well Mister Walker." He greeted the cowboy, the man's father was hoping his son William would somehow or another reapper. That he'd sail around the coast of south america and put into port of portland and that the family would be reunited. From the young lieutenant's description Norman thought he'd have liked the young man. The best though that Norman felt could be hoped for was that Young William Walker would find a home on the other side of the country and maybe carve out his own little fiefdom... and given the population density of the north east corridor... Norman was painfully skeptical.

He received a country grunt in acknowledgement, which Norman didn't mind. His private offices were well secured, and Jefferson Davis Walker might have been surly but he was an impressive horseman. Better than that his skill as an equestrian was that he could teach people the skill, and so Norman was willing to let the teenager give him a bit of lip. "Had a rider come in." The cowboy twang sounded... and the Lord Protector waited for an elaboration, "From the east." The boy grunted very surly in tone, he hated referring to the direction of his home as 'the east'.

Norman nodded for him to go on. "They're organizing? Someone has started to put some semblance of order back together?" He asked. Not that he was surprised, he thought about Corvallis and the other towns. Mr. Liu had been rather disturbed by the 'witches' as he had called them having put things together and had reported of other local strongmen who had knocked enough heads together to restore something like order.

"More than Organizing." He spat the word. "Some jackass thinks he's caesar." Norman pursed his lips and asked for JD to explain, but not before offering the young man a seat, and drink. This was going to be a long conversation he felt. He was right. Norman Arminger did not like what he was informed of in Idaho, but at the same time the Lord Protector wasn't surprised either.

The Romans were he supposed a perfectly good source of inspiration as well. Idaho was far away of course... but it was between him and the Walkers, and the vital grasslands he would need to bring horses in from.

"What are we going to do about it?" The Lord Protector set his fingers in steeple and considered, "We have to do something."

"We will," Norman agreed. Of course they had to do something, "What about on their own frontiers, these would be Romans must have neighbors?"

"There is Lewiston... Plague messed them up hard." It would have. "But they have plenty of horses and cattle. I doubt the other ranchers there will fancy some jackass," Again with the vulgarity, "From Seattle thinking he could set himself up-"

Norman held up a hand, "Wait, stop, lets go back Jefferson, Seattle?"

"Caesar's legion marched from Seattle."

He would have preferred that he had started with that. "They're in Boise now?"

"That's right."

He followed up with more questions, but Boise, and its leader became one more pretender to contend with. Even without pretensions to being the United States of America, this Thurston fellow would probably be too much of a threat. A march from Seattle to Boise? Roman inspiration? Those two together made him too much of a danger, having him sitting where he was. Still the route made sense. Thurston must have come down 182, which meant he might not have any idea of the situation in Lewiston, or parts further east... or west... he probably knew enough though to have taken precautions against the plague though.
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Commentary: End of the Year update and at least we got Norman some screen time. I just can't be happy with Juniper's scene it seems, anyway Thursday we will update with the second matron interlude for Out of the Dark. I'm going to try and work out what January's update schedule will be soon.

That will most likely entail overhauls of Wider World's last two chapters, consolidating their individual scenes into a single large post with some revisions. Ghost Who Walk's overhauled Canopian contract stand alone thread will probably start some time in January as well. I would like to say that there will be other Battletech Stories that get updated, but I can't be sure. Sunday will most likely be another Kingmaker update, while the eighth will likely be Ghost Who Walks... the combine showing up.

Besides that there are a couple of other projects in pipeline, Star Wars Warlord potentially getting its own thread. First snippets for a DC Waifu Catalog Fic after having watched the Long Halloween, others.

caffeinepilot · Jan 2, 2022

Juniper's scene is still unpublished?

When the Lights Went Out [Emberverse, Waifu Catalog Challenge fic]

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