However soft the bedding, dreams of blood and slaughter roused me from my rest. Sweat dribbled from me as I regained my calm. I wasn't on the battlefield, or murdering helpless souls. I was lying in the curtained bed with the gilt iron frame. Trying to find a position...
Prince Kord preferred the book to the blade, but studied both diligently. When what looked like a minor incursion of goblins into his family’s lands turned out to be more serious, he was sent to fetch aid. Frustrated playing messenger, Kord is tempted by the opportunity to leave his obligations behind and study magic. When his uncle and foster father are caught in a trap, Kord needs an army to rescue them – only everyone else is busy fighting their own wars.
When a surgeon promised pain, he meant it. I chewed through several leather straps as he fished out the larger debris. When he flushed out the wound cavity with clarified spirits, my scream could have woken the dead. By contrast, getting stitched closed was nothing,...
Prince Kord preferred the book to the blade, but studied both diligently. When what looked like a minor incursion of goblins into his family’s lands turned out to be more serious, he was sent to fetch aid. Frustrated playing messenger, Kord is tempted by the opportunity to leave his obligations behind and study magic. When his uncle and foster father are caught in a trap, Kord needs an army to rescue them – only everyone else is busy fighting their own wars.
Wherein UnCivil goes off on a tangent about data protocols.
Prince Kord preferred the book to the blade, but studied both diligently. When what looked like a minor incursion of goblins into his family’s lands turned out to be more serious, he was sent to fetch aid. Frustrated playing messenger, Kord is tempted by the opportunity to leave his obligations behind and study magic. When his uncle and foster father are caught in a trap, Kord needs an army to rescue them – only everyone else is busy fighting their own wars.
Prince Kord preferred the book to the blade, but studied both diligently. When what looked like a minor incursion of goblins into his family’s lands turned out to be more serious, he was sent to fetch aid. Frustrated playing messenger, Kord is tempted by the opportunity to leave his obligations behind and study magic. When his uncle and foster father are caught in a trap, Kord needs an army to rescue them – only everyone else is busy fighting their own wars.
Wherein UnCivil continues to strike his head against a brick wall
Prince Kord preferred the book to the blade, but studied both diligently. When what looked like a minor incursion of goblins into his family’s lands turned out to be more serious, he was sent to fetch aid. Frustrated playing messenger, Kord is tempted by the opportunity to leave his obligations behind and study magic. When his uncle and foster father are caught in a trap, Kord needs an army to rescue them – only everyone else is busy fighting their own wars.
Moar clock.
Prince Kord preferred the book to the blade, but studied both diligently. When what looked like a minor incursion of goblins into his family’s lands turned out to be more serious, he was sent to fetch aid. Frustrated playing messenger, Kord is tempted by the opportunity to leave his obligations behind and study magic. When his uncle and foster father are caught in a trap, Kord needs an army to rescue them – only everyone else is busy fighting their own wars.
Wherein UnCivil confesses his errors for the mockery of others more learned than he.
Wherin UnCivil Designs Printed Circuit Boards for the Clock.
It may be as boring as the last two.
Wherein UnCivil finishes putting the Glibertariat to sleep with more lectures on C programming.
Wherein UnCivil lectures the reader on C programming.
Wherein UnCivil Finalizes the design for his clock.
Wherein UnCivil gets something almost useless working – but it proves he’s on the right track.
Wherein UnCivil continues his effort to reinvent the clock in a worse form.
Wherein UnCivil continues the dive into teaching himself electronics by trying to build a clock from parts and program it himself.
Wherein UnCivil tries again to get inpainting to work, wrapping up the review of basic AI art generation.
Wherein UnCivil Makes images bigger in a different way from an earlier article.
Wherein UnCivil Starts making changes to existing images… and fails.
Wherein UnCivil muses on the functional purpose of White Collar and Blue Collar cultures.
Where UnCivil goes into working on making bigger images from smaller ones.
Wherein UnCivil Continues his exploration of computer-generated images.