They came at the dead of night, a band of soldiers and mercenaries, of brigands and bandits swept forth by the dark. They fell upon the camp in an instant. The flash of sabers, the crash of muskets, the screams of men and women...
The lands west of the great Rēnos River have long acquired a reputation as wild and untamed. Tales of great empires, ancient ruins, and fierce steppe kingdoms lay beyond its fast-flowing waters. The Eastern nations have long sent soldiers to patrol its banks, to protect against marauder bands and wild creatures.
You were but a petty noble, a Dame sworn to service, sent west to serve your liege, your crown, or your nation.
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