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You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, warrior-queen of the highland nation whose name you share and former single-digit monster slayer of the nameless Organization which now threatens your homeland from the north.
At the moment you and a team of three of your close companions are in Sakia, your northern neighbor, with a contingent of Hazari soldiers. With their help you’ve created a foothold within the port town that the Organization’s military arm initially seized in their invasion – a foothold within a foothold. After sending a message to all the enemy forces scattered about in and around the town, your team quickly responded when one unit started shooting at each other.
You gather there’s been a tension building there, between two distinct groups of soldiers with different goals in mind and reasons for being here. The first of these are predominantly officers, and a small number of “true believers” in the Organization’s goals. Drawn heavily from the more wealthy families on the continent, many of the officers are career-minded and results-focused. They’ve found some support in a number of other soldiers who are here because they either genuinely hate the ‘Dragon-kin’ of the far-off continent, or else believe in the goal of rekindling the war between those beings (which you have yet to meet or see any direct evidence for) and humanity.
On the other hand you have a group comprised mostly of enlistees and lower-ranked officers, who joined this effort to escape poverty or to learn technical skills (to escape poverty) – and definitely not to start a war against silver-eyes witches like yourself, or to die in what to them must seem to be the middle of nowhere.
…
After leaving the aftermath of the fight you broke up to Valentina, you manage to sleep about ten minutes before Serana gently rouses you.
“What is it?”
[Listen.]
You shut your mouth and do as Serana insists, and you can hear the rapid cracks of an exchange of gunfire in the distance – in multiple directions. The trouble is that it’s coming from multiple directions.
“Do you think that’s multiple units having their own mutinies?” you guess.
She nods. [Only explanation.]
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At the moment you and a team of three of your close companions are in Sakia, your northern neighbor, with a contingent of Hazari soldiers. With their help you’ve created a foothold within the port town that the Organization’s military arm initially seized in their invasion – a foothold within a foothold. After sending a message to all the enemy forces scattered about in and around the town, your team quickly responded when one unit started shooting at each other.
You gather there’s been a tension building there, between two distinct groups of soldiers with different goals in mind and reasons for being here. The first of these are predominantly officers, and a small number of “true believers” in the Organization’s goals. Drawn heavily from the more wealthy families on the continent, many of the officers are career-minded and results-focused. They’ve found some support in a number of other soldiers who are here because they either genuinely hate the ‘Dragon-kin’ of the far-off continent, or else believe in the goal of rekindling the war between those beings (which you have yet to meet or see any direct evidence for) and humanity.
On the other hand you have a group comprised mostly of enlistees and lower-ranked officers, who joined this effort to escape poverty or to learn technical skills (to escape poverty) – and definitely not to start a war against silver-eyes witches like yourself, or to die in what to them must seem to be the middle of nowhere.
…
After leaving the aftermath of the fight you broke up to Valentina, you manage to sleep about ten minutes before Serana gently rouses you.
“What is it?”
[Listen.]
You shut your mouth and do as Serana insists, and you can hear the rapid cracks of an exchange of gunfire in the distance – in multiple directions. The trouble is that it’s coming from multiple directions.
“Do you think that’s multiple units having their own mutinies?” you guess.
She nods. [Only explanation.]
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