In the southern corner of the Suyren castle town, the strangest ritual Kratos had ever witnessed cracked on at dawn, every damned day for the last week.
“Remember, loose joints, and make sure you go through the whole motion.” The sergeant veterans called out, miming the strange movements they themselves barely ...
The mud-splattered tracks crisscrossing the dingy hovels of Suyren were a far cry from the stout walls that had impressed Christos from the road. What, from a distance, had seemed bustling and orderly was all muddied potholes, crooked fences patched with rope, and doorways sagging like tired mouths up close inside its walls.
2025-11-04 22:00:08 +0000 UTCView Post
Author's note: Another slower, character-driven chapter, so I tried to pack in a higher wordcount for your troubles.
Fallen Eagle has also officially reached top 7 on Rising Stars over on Royal Road. This means that for the next 8 days (or 4 chapters), Chapters will be released every two days 🥳 Let's hope my backlog can handle it!
The Discord results are mostly in, and the feeling was mostly that it would be an interesting feature, but not an overt priority. For me, that means that it is currently on the back burner, and if it does come, it might be a simpler chat group wher...
Hello Everyone, just wanted to drop in and share my thoughts and conclusions on the 1st Feedback Request. The overall sentiment was a greater emphasis on the Army/Kingdom Building and on Theo's POV, but without losing the individuality of the side characters, which you've expressed you are enjoying.
“And when will they arrive?” Theodorus asked. His mind ran a thousand miles a minute while his body sat perfectly still on the hard wooden stool, the edge biting into his thighs.
“On the f-first of the coming month, C-Captain.” The blubbering steward’s fingers rubbed worriedly at his wrists - a nerv...
Author's Note: From now on, every chapter will feature historic Trivia at the end of it. This is the first of a few new features I have in mind to enhance Fallen Eagle's Patreon Page, stay tuned for more :)
P.S. I have decided to tone down Theophylacts stutter in terms of the prose, as I felt it could be a bit jarring to read. By all inten...
Hello Everyone, the only vote I received this week for a new character illustration was for a character who already had one.
But I did not want to hold out on a character illustration, so I decided to revisit and improve the previous illustration! Last week's Illustration will be incorporated into the original Character Roster Post.
The roar of the crowd was a physical wave, a wall of sound that crashed over Mathaios like violent, foamy waves over a rocky cliffside - barely registering in his mind. He pounded down the corridor, the brigandine a dead weight on his shoulder, its hardened leather plates digging into his collarbone with every jarring step. His lungs wer...
Theodorus, Demetrios, and Stefanos’s shared laughter in the courtyard died a swift death at the armory door. It was good that they had managed to wring out a brief, joyous moment, because the situation within was no laughing matter, and it certainly brought no joy.
Hello everyone, the story has seen explosive growth over the last few days, and we've finally reached the 10 Patron benchmark! This milestone means we have a community large enough now to start discussing things that can meaningfully shape both the story and the Patreon.
Firstly, I wanted to thank you to all the new members who've enjoyed ...
The castle’s resident chickens had not yet started their morning ballad when Theodorus rose from his roughly carded woolen mattress, a luxury compared to the straw bedding he’d slept in back at Probatoufrorio. He dressed in the pre-dawn darkness, the flicker of a single guttering candle chasing the gloom from the corners of the stone...
Being called to the Doux’s office for the second time in a week was never a fun experience, but after idling for half a week in the Capital, Leonidas was already feeling the strain of sitting still. He would never truly be comfortable in a large city. Too many shadows and not enough open fields. Mangup wasn’t especially big from what...
Theodorus pushed the heavy oak door inward and stepped into a cave of shadows. The last, wounded light of a setting sun bled through a tall, narrow window, turning the figure seated behind the massive desk into an imposing black mountain. The air was thick with the faint, metallic tang of oiled steel mixed with the stale taste of old par...
Author's Notes: Character Illustrations have been added, be sure to check those out in the Miscellaneous Collection!
We will start out with the main cast of 15 Characters, and every Saturday a new Character Illustration will be released based on my patrons' comments that week. If there is any Character you'd like to see, just leave a comme...
Author's note: From now on Chapters will have illustrations. I will also retroactively add chapter illustrations for the previous chapters over the coming days, so be sure to check those out if you wish :)
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2025-10-03 21:24:33 +0000 UTCView Post
Author's Note: Just wanted to drop in and say that the two weeks of Chapter Releases every two days are finally over. Chapters will now follow a regular release schedule of one chapter every three days. Thank you for your support!
“Assemble!” The captain’s voice roared, slicing through the raw-throated cheers of his men. The elation of victory, so potent a moment before, began to recede, replaced by the familiar weight of duty. “You have won a great victory! But the work of a soldier is never finished. I want a full accounting of the injured and the ...
The volley was not a sound, but a texture - a sharp, ripping tear in the fabric of the morning. Thirty arrows arcing as one was a strangely soothing balm to Theodorus’s spirit, the perfect execution of a thousand variables. The bait, a half-dozen of Kerasia’s bravest women feigning a panicked scramble, had worked to perfection. The r...
“Captain! Sergeant Leonidas! Orestis! Where are you?!” Christos’s voice was a ragged bellow as he crashed through the woods. He had only a vague sense of direction, a desperate heading toward the valley the Captain had designated for their rally point, and he ran with the wild abandon of a man possessed.
Evangelos thought shepherding was much like raising kids. You grew them up, took care of ‘em, kept the wolves away, and got them as fat as the meagre soil allowed, all in the hopes that they grew up to be worth somethin’ someday. Not every one could be perfect, but that’s why you played to the law of averages. At least one or two o...
Nestled in a valley southeast of Kerasia, a particular grove held its breath. Here, an offshoot of the Belbek river gurgled around a colossal, moss-eaten boulder that local legend claimed was a tear shed by a giant. The valley walls were steep, creating a natural funnel that opened onto a flat, grassy plane. The trees that grew here were...
“HOLD IT LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!” Sergeant Leonidas’s boot slammed into a shield, the impact a dull thud that sent a shockwave down the line. “BECAUSE ONE DAY, IT WILL!” “You’re as weak as newborn fawns! Man the fuck up!”
“My grandmother, dead ten years and half-eaten by worms, coul...
Christos moved through Kerasia not like a man, but like a storm front rolling in over the hills, a palpable drop in pressure preceding him. He did not take any winding side paths; he strode down the center of the village’s main road, a straight, direct line to the house on the hill. The whispers that had followed him before were gone, ...
The quill in Demetrios’s hand hovered over the parchment, a tiny, indecisive bird. He wasn’t looking at the rough sketch he was meant to be refining - a grid of vegetable plots to be carved into the fort’s packed-earth courtyard - but through it, his gaze lost somewhere in the mi...
The sunrises and sunsets of Mangup were a miser’s gift of extra light, a few precious minutes hoarded from the encroaching dark. A grace afforded by the elevated promontory on which the city sat. For Zeno Makris, whose days began before the sun and ended long after it, this light was a resource to be exploited. It meant another column ...
The last week and a half had been a whirlwind of frantic, managed progress. After twelve days of grueling practice, the recruits were finally showing some semblance of discipline. They snapped to attention when addressed, assembled in the courtyard without being screamed at, and had begun to execute the simple drills Sergeant Leonidas pu...