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Winter.
Snow falls in the courtyard of a grand little manor.
Memories of pleasant days spent wandering the streets of quiet towns. Far and distant from the war, such peaceful locations are tucked away in mountains or valleys. Making snowmen, throwing snowballs, and the alluring reprieve of hot chocolate. Such joys were of the past, now drinking the nostalgic beverage while reading headlines of war. The rebuilding of family was slow, the process of creating a foothold in Esshar more time-consuming than expected. What was thought to be a less advanced and less populated region, was actually a host to the pinnacle of magi. Her expectations were subverted.
She had found herself touching her neck as of late, running her hands over the wound left on her by a fiend of the night. The reflection of darker aspects in her family. Greater themes revealed themselves, readily becoming a topic of exploration, philosophy, and reflection. Her future. The choices which will be made to pursue it. What it means for her family, for the Empire, and for Esshar as a whole. Questions she never considered before moving here. Power presented through corrupting paths, the doctrine of her home guiding her through the blur. What is important? Is it power? Is it business?
No.
From the glass reflection a rowdy exterior kept within, greater questions were raised. Those memories of both travel and Barsburg. The distant utopia she once step foot in. The marvels of technology and design, the organized force of labor, and the national pride. Based in man and machine. There was a deep admiration within her, an urge to recreate the sensation, not just by returning, but by advancing the will of the Empire. The closer she got to age of enlistment, the more she wished to return home. Truly she wished not to return, but for more. To bring her home to her home. To rebuild what in her eyes never should have fallen.
Blood in the snow.
Yet with the fanatics of this land. The dangers which faced her family lingered over her mind. Indoctrination stronger than the government of Barsburg had lectured her with. The trappings of her father and mother, unquestionable loyalty to the siblings around her. What remains before them? The opposition to come, currently fighting amongst themselves in the snow. Killing, injuring, and changing the world with steel. All the while the delicate scent of finely made hot chocolate floats within the air of the manor. The quiet operations and mechanisms of a preparing machine. An eager artificer polishing its seams and repairing its state of unuse.
This next year will bring change. At such young age the vixen sets her eyes on the impossible. Bolstering herself to take on the boundaries of reality. Looking to the horizon from her foggy window, watching the sunset and snow fall off the branches of great greens. Soon it will be time, she must only wait. Patience and preparation. The difference between a great general and a determined zealot. Study. Understanding. Focus. Soon it will be time...-
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-she will return pride to this family.
Snow falls in the courtyard of a grand little manor.
Memories of pleasant days spent wandering the streets of quiet towns. Far and distant from the war, such peaceful locations are tucked away in mountains or valleys. Making snowmen, throwing snowballs, and the alluring reprieve of hot chocolate. Such joys were of the past, now drinking the nostalgic beverage while reading headlines of war. The rebuilding of family was slow, the process of creating a foothold in Esshar more time-consuming than expected. What was thought to be a less advanced and less populated region, was actually a host to the pinnacle of magi. Her expectations were subverted.
She had found herself touching her neck as of late, running her hands over the wound left on her by a fiend of the night. The reflection of darker aspects in her family. Greater themes revealed themselves, readily becoming a topic of exploration, philosophy, and reflection. Her future. The choices which will be made to pursue it. What it means for her family, for the Empire, and for Esshar as a whole. Questions she never considered before moving here. Power presented through corrupting paths, the doctrine of her home guiding her through the blur. What is important? Is it power? Is it business?
No.
From the glass reflection a rowdy exterior kept within, greater questions were raised. Those memories of both travel and Barsburg. The distant utopia she once step foot in. The marvels of technology and design, the organized force of labor, and the national pride. Based in man and machine. There was a deep admiration within her, an urge to recreate the sensation, not just by returning, but by advancing the will of the Empire. The closer she got to age of enlistment, the more she wished to return home. Truly she wished not to return, but for more. To bring her home to her home. To rebuild what in her eyes never should have fallen.
Blood in the snow.
Yet with the fanatics of this land. The dangers which faced her family lingered over her mind. Indoctrination stronger than the government of Barsburg had lectured her with. The trappings of her father and mother, unquestionable loyalty to the siblings around her. What remains before them? The opposition to come, currently fighting amongst themselves in the snow. Killing, injuring, and changing the world with steel. All the while the delicate scent of finely made hot chocolate floats within the air of the manor. The quiet operations and mechanisms of a preparing machine. An eager artificer polishing its seams and repairing its state of unuse.
This next year will bring change. At such young age the vixen sets her eyes on the impossible. Bolstering herself to take on the boundaries of reality. Looking to the horizon from her foggy window, watching the sunset and snow fall off the branches of great greens. Soon it will be time, she must only wait. Patience and preparation. The difference between a great general and a determined zealot. Study. Understanding. Focus. Soon it will be time...-
-she will return pride to this family.
Just wiped out Tomato Town