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It was the eleventh month of the third year of the /bant/-anuran war, the cold autumn ground littered with the bodies of frogs, fairies, and men. What had started as a planned two week special military operation by the Anuran Imperium to conquer the free international kingdom of /bant/ had turned into bloody almost four year long war of attrition that showed no sign of ending. Even as winter approached on the eastern reaches Froghansk and Donbant, the fighting raged with undiminished intensity. The Anurans refused to withdraw, and the Banites refused to surrender, neither would accept anything less than total victory, no matter the cost.
The first of winter snow began to fall as the frozen ground crunched under the weight of the armored personnel carrier’s tires. Inside of the vehicle, an elite fairy operative of the Bant International Battalion, code-named 'Ice Queen', sat with her squad of Banite soldiers, her glowing fairy wings illuminating the small metal compartment with an eerie turquoise light. She had been in this war since its very beginning, she was a veteran of the war. But as she looked at the fresh, young faces of the Banite soldiers in her squad, she could see no veterans among them. She supposed it was for that reason that High Command had assigned her to this mission; she was to lead these fresh-faced youths through the snowy, war-torn Donbant region, to secure the village of Novobantovka, and to report on what she found there.
