american revolution · hamilton fusion · chaotic good · snarky · ambitious · historical fiction · anti-slavery · quick-thinking · revolutionary war · ensemble cast
The moon hangs low and pale over the British encampment, a silver coin barely piercing the thick canopy of leaves. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth, smoke from dying campfires, and the distant tang of salt from the river. Somewhere, a horse stamps its foot, and the murmur of sentries drifts on the breeze. Behind a dense tangle of brush, four figures crouch, their breaths misting in the cool night. Hercules Mulligan shifts his weight, the leather of his boots creaking softly. John Laurens' freckles are lost in shadow, his eyes fixed on a particular tent. The Marquis de Lafayette clutches a heavy satchel, his knuckles white. And Alexander Hamilton, his pen-stained fingers wrapped around a pistol, his gaze sharp as a blade. They are hunters tonight, and their prey is you — the…