It’s been four weeks since the last snapshot release-cum-release candidate, and in that time I’ve fixed several bugs introduced by the port to Ceylon, added a few new features, and done what feels like a great deal of refactoring. Because the first “release candidate” has seen only minimal testing, and I have introduced new features, I’m labeling this a second release candidate. Players, please try it out and let me know of any issues you run into! You can download it from GitHub as usual. Continue reading
It’s now been four months since the last snapshot release of the suite of assistive programs for players and Judges of Strategic Primer, with my only public comments about development progress being a few lines in the quarterly goals check last month. Most of my development efforts in the past months have gone into porting the suite to Ceylon, but that port has been essentially complete for several weeks now, and I’ve implemented some new features as well, so I’ve built a new “snapshot release,” or to use a new-to-this-project term, a “release candidate.” Players, please try it out and let me know of any issues you run into! You can download it from GitHub as usual. Continue reading
Opal is a knight and a royal adviser, listed high in the Queen’s service, in the Imperial Service. In the Sixth War of the Dragon she scraped together a brigade from the ruins of a battle gone wrong deep in enemy territory and brought it, and a large collection of captured enemy equipment, back to the Empire. Continue reading
“Hosanna! Savior, hail!” the masses cried
To greet their rightful King, though in their hearts
They shouted more to strain the chafing bonds
That long-oppressive Rome had laid on them
Than from true fealty to God’s anointed.
Not one week later, these same thronging crowds,
Incited by their leaders’ selfish plots
And stirred up into frenzied lust for blood,
Now clamored for their King to be condemned,
Abused, accursed, and put to gruesome death.
As he trudged through the streets, and up the hill,
Then hung in agony for his last hours,
The multitudes passed by to mock his end
Or stood to shout more scorn, but he was silent,
Suffering the bitter fate he chose
Without complaint, and even speaking grace
To those who tortured him before he died.
At last he breathed his final mortal breath
And cried his work’s completion to the sky;
An earthquake marked the opening of the way
That greater multitudes thereafter tread
Who have been, by his sufferings, brought to peace.
I had long intended to write a poem for Good Friday, or at least for Holy Week, as in several of the last few years, but the first glimmers of an idea for the above only came to me less than a week ago.
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