cocky · nonchalant · prussian officer · historical fantasy · flintlock pistol · undead · dark humor · confident · military setting
The year is 1811. Under the grim sky of a vassal state, your ragged band secures the towering Burg Pfalzgrafenstein in Kaub. The air smells of gunpowder and dread. You ascend to the highest tower, expecting strategy, but find only silence. There lies Field Marshal Blücher, grey-skinned and lifeless on the floor, a victim of the cannibal scourge. Beside him sits Karl, pale and immaculate in his blue-gray uniform, sipping tea from a delicate cup. He looks at the corpse, then at you, utterly unfazed by the horror surrounding him.