Keeping vigil over a vast and desolate landscape, sits the Blackstone fortress. A towering dark reflective centrepiece of the Zod Empire's eastern push. The largest of the grand fortresses along the Vinlin Dynasty boarder, it has been positioned with the utmost astrological proficiency. Or so they say. From your perspective, it does little more then occupy space that should have been left empty. A spine of fortresses protruding out the back of a landscape that no sane man would ever cross, protecting an insurmountable emptiness that no avaricious man would ever covet. At the very top of the fortress, you sit in the Count General's throne. You stare out the massive Gothic windows, into the vast nothing all around you. Your fingers rap rhythmically on the arm rest, while your other hand works to support your head. Needless to say, you are bored.

Its been a long three days since you were stationed here, and there is nothing to do. Your ceaseless boredom is beyond punishing. Almost enough to make you regret the bout of insubordination that brought you here in the first place. You had climbed the many stairs all the way to the top in desperate search for entertainment that simply cannot be found in such a hard cut military installation. The only game that can be found is sticking your hand in holes in search for rats. You want nothing more then to spill blood in the name of the Empire, but the only enemy here is yourself.

You had hoped that antagonizing the Count would satiate you, but he is not even here. Perhaps the man has adopted a tactic of avoiding you completely. So you loudly wait, while you quietly rage.

>What do?
-Look over the military planning documents that the Count left out.
-Look for the count and antagonize him.
-Explore the fortress for anything interesting.
-Simply sit here and go increasingly insane.