Ixacise
Pull my devil trigger
It had been almost a month since upon taking a job from a distressed wife to get her husband back from fighting a perilous war and back to safety. However things weren't so simple as simple well as simple as forcibly deserting a man in active duty could get; the man in question being none other than High General Montegue a renowned for surviving a battle against the church forces that had the odds stacked in their favor and turning it around into a victory. And of his wife? She was none other but one of L'empereur's many daughters, Dominique de Montaigne.
Your mission was to make it into Ussura's borders while it was winter. A task that would get you well acquainted with its frozen lands and the misery that awaited those who are not prepared to weather its harsh yet beautiful lands. The idea of sending an army of men into those lands during such an inhospitable time of year either meant L'empreur was supremely confident in Montegue's abilities or was looking to dispose of an undesirable element to the withering cold. Your only aid in finding this man sent on a hopeless suicide mission was a curious artifact compass whose needle pointed in the direction of its mate which Montegue wore as a keepsake of wife.
The journey to Ussura was long cold and perilous. Blasts of freezing winds and blinding blizzards greeted you the moment you stepped foot on its grounds. Eventually you'd find the man and his army however whatever splendor they may have carried they were a mere husk of themselves. Having lost many not so much due to enemy forces so much as the attrition by the weather and these men simply not being used to this environment. With whatever money was left in the coffers of the army paid off to bribe the Ussurans to let them retreat in piece, the option to take a fleet of ships back to Montaigne was not an option. Montegue did not trust Porte entirely to attempt to force thousands of men through its bloody portals, maybe a handful or an individual sure. But he wasn't selfish enough to abandon his comrades. The only option it seemed would be to march through Eisen and hope the Montaigne soldiers would hold up.
And thus began yet another long trek from the frosty Ussuran ground to the dreary and muddy war torn lands of Eisen. The weather of Ussura changed and was a godsend as it calmed and allowed for faster progress. Almost as if Matuschka the matron of the lands was lending her mercy to allow these foreign elements out of her lands.
During one of the camps you'd get to know the man you were recusing a little better. He runs counter to the image of Montaignese extravagance and treachery. A man in his late 20's with confident gaze who keeps his long brown hair in a simple ponytail and an equally simple uniform despite his prestige and rank. His humble and lowborn origins belie his current station of nobility especially one who has a wife of the king of his country. Smart, earnest, and forthright it is easy to see how his men have come to trust and adore him. It is during one of these camps that some traveller come and sell some wares and offer services for whatever coin is left. Among them is an woman of unknown origin who offers to tell your fortune.
Your mission was to make it into Ussura's borders while it was winter. A task that would get you well acquainted with its frozen lands and the misery that awaited those who are not prepared to weather its harsh yet beautiful lands. The idea of sending an army of men into those lands during such an inhospitable time of year either meant L'empreur was supremely confident in Montegue's abilities or was looking to dispose of an undesirable element to the withering cold. Your only aid in finding this man sent on a hopeless suicide mission was a curious artifact compass whose needle pointed in the direction of its mate which Montegue wore as a keepsake of wife.
The journey to Ussura was long cold and perilous. Blasts of freezing winds and blinding blizzards greeted you the moment you stepped foot on its grounds. Eventually you'd find the man and his army however whatever splendor they may have carried they were a mere husk of themselves. Having lost many not so much due to enemy forces so much as the attrition by the weather and these men simply not being used to this environment. With whatever money was left in the coffers of the army paid off to bribe the Ussurans to let them retreat in piece, the option to take a fleet of ships back to Montaigne was not an option. Montegue did not trust Porte entirely to attempt to force thousands of men through its bloody portals, maybe a handful or an individual sure. But he wasn't selfish enough to abandon his comrades. The only option it seemed would be to march through Eisen and hope the Montaigne soldiers would hold up.
And thus began yet another long trek from the frosty Ussuran ground to the dreary and muddy war torn lands of Eisen. The weather of Ussura changed and was a godsend as it calmed and allowed for faster progress. Almost as if Matuschka the matron of the lands was lending her mercy to allow these foreign elements out of her lands.
During one of the camps you'd get to know the man you were recusing a little better. He runs counter to the image of Montaignese extravagance and treachery. A man in his late 20's with confident gaze who keeps his long brown hair in a simple ponytail and an equally simple uniform despite his prestige and rank. His humble and lowborn origins belie his current station of nobility especially one who has a wife of the king of his country. Smart, earnest, and forthright it is easy to see how his men have come to trust and adore him. It is during one of these camps that some traveller come and sell some wares and offer services for whatever coin is left. Among them is an woman of unknown origin who offers to tell your fortune.
