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<span class="mu-s">It is a time of conflict.</span>
Driven by greed and by justice, by a righteous and sheer self-interest, by whatever else reasons conjured from the minds of men, a conflict has gripped the very soul of your world. It is a war that spans states and empires, battles fought seas apart for the name of the same cause. It's justifications are manyfold, it's goals even more so. In the end, there is but one certainty, and it is of the death that shall come. The lance is drawn, the sabres rattle, the memory of peace fades, leaving naught but the fog of war.
In this age, warfare has changed - long gone are the days of archers and catapults, replaced by the inaccurate yet powerful firearms and earth-shaking cannons of the modern era. Where there once were men wielding shields and swords there are now pikes and halberds, woven in tight unassailable formations once thought to be ancient history. Monumental walls of stone, once thought to be unassailable, are torn down as if they were made of straw, and in their place, earthen fortifications begin to rise. Though the might of the armed noble cavalier continues to hold it's place, for how long shall it last? Yes, war has changed, but in the end, men still die, cities still burn, and to the victors are left the spoils...
You are but one of the many officers of the many nations of the many fronts that span this war. You are no king nor emperor, no doge nor duke. You hold no lands save for a meagre county whose administration you no longer practice and whose visage you have long forgotten, so many years has it been since you last saw it. Your side and allegiance does not matter. You are the Field Captain of your Army, and for today, that is enough.
Your army, yes - what <span class="mu-i">**is**</span> your army?
Driven by greed and by justice, by a righteous and sheer self-interest, by whatever else reasons conjured from the minds of men, a conflict has gripped the very soul of your world. It is a war that spans states and empires, battles fought seas apart for the name of the same cause. It's justifications are manyfold, it's goals even more so. In the end, there is but one certainty, and it is of the death that shall come. The lance is drawn, the sabres rattle, the memory of peace fades, leaving naught but the fog of war.
In this age, warfare has changed - long gone are the days of archers and catapults, replaced by the inaccurate yet powerful firearms and earth-shaking cannons of the modern era. Where there once were men wielding shields and swords there are now pikes and halberds, woven in tight unassailable formations once thought to be ancient history. Monumental walls of stone, once thought to be unassailable, are torn down as if they were made of straw, and in their place, earthen fortifications begin to rise. Though the might of the armed noble cavalier continues to hold it's place, for how long shall it last? Yes, war has changed, but in the end, men still die, cities still burn, and to the victors are left the spoils...
You are but one of the many officers of the many nations of the many fronts that span this war. You are no king nor emperor, no doge nor duke. You hold no lands save for a meagre county whose administration you no longer practice and whose visage you have long forgotten, so many years has it been since you last saw it. Your side and allegiance does not matter. You are the Field Captain of your Army, and for today, that is enough.
Your army, yes - what <span class="mu-i">**is**</span> your army?
