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located in Kaelath, a part of A Farewell To Kings, one of the many universes on RPG.

Kaelath

The militant Kingdom of Kaelath, built upon Law and Military Tradition.

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The heavy fog that usually plagued Fort Ironworth every morning had rolled in once again, cruelly interfering with the vision of its defenders along Lake Orion. Undaunted, Field Marshal of Kaelath, Marius Lepidus still saw it fit to walk along the battlements as he did every morning. The fort itself was rather spacious, enough to house over four-hundred and fifty men and enough supplies to keep them reasonably well armed and fed. It was not the most luxurious life, but military service was hardly so in the first place. If the soldiers wanted to live comfortably, they had to earn it. Bullet by bullet, kill by kill, victory by victory. Marius had done it himself, albeit over the entire course of his young adult and adult life. Most of these men planned to resolve after two or three years of service anyway. Marius' thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he shortly stopped walking along the battlements, standing still. Something had caught his attention, or rather, the lack of someone had caught his attention. There were supposed to be watchmen along the walls, especially at this time of day. Yet he hadn't seen any of them for quite some stretch.

Marius grunted and shook his head, continuing on. Either someone was playing hooky, or one of the watchmen had about-faced too early. In either case, he'd have them flogged before returning to duty. There was no room for slip ups, especially on this vital front in the war. The last thing Marius wanted was to be forced to resign after failing to defend Kaelath's side of Lake Orion because some watchman couldn't keep their head screwed on straight. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd be killed in battle instead of forced to resign. At least that way he would keep a small portion of his pride, even in the afterlife. Though according to the Prilacians, he and his comrades in arms are damned to hell-fire for all of eternity. A notion he found amusing, if not down-right ridiculous.

Marius found his private thoughts interrupted again when he came upon a peculiar sight littering the battlements in front of him. A shattered, but still lit lantern, and a discarded rifle. A sinking feeling gripped Marius' gut, the hair on the back of his neck stood straight up as he. He stooped over suspiciously to examine the rifle. Grasping it in his hands, he noted the small cuts on on side of the rifle. Almost as if a soldier had raised it in defense against a sword, multiple times. He stood up, dropping the rifle and placing a hand on the hilt of his officer's sword. Now Marius was incredibly certain something was amiss, but he was more concerned with the sound of footsteps as if was running up from behind him.

Marius turned himself around to face the assailant, just barely able to duck a horizontal slice aimed at decapitating him as he turned about. He could feel the blade graze the hair atop his head as he withdrew his own. Standing up again, Marius took a few steps back to gain some space between he and his would-be killer so he could properly engage in a sword fight. His foe was wearing leather armor, but aside from the blade the assassin carried that was coated in dried blood, Marius took note of the armband bearing the Prilacian Coat of Arms. This lead Marius to two conclusions. Either Prilacia was attempting to cut the head of the snake by killing Marius, or they had dispatched numerous agents to clear the watchmen off the walls so they could launch a surprise, early morning offensive.

Taking into account the missing watchman, Marius decided it had to have been the latter. In which case, he needed to dispatch the man as soon as possible. Parrying a stab at his gut, Marius gritted his teeth and prepared for what could only possibly be the most hellish morning at Fort Ironworth he endured thus far. All before breakfast, no less.