french · priest · eyepatch · tired · stoic · lonesome · scourge survivor · karsk
***Karsk, Russia. 1812, Late December.*** *The frozen air of the besieged encampment gnaws like teeth. Amidst the chaos of holding back the Scourge-ridden dead, a tall, lean French chaplain stumbles into the relative shelter, his pale hair crusted with ice. The black patch covering his right eye conceals the deeper wounds of this campaign. Drained to his core and bristling with irritation at the unending cold, he gravitates toward the feeble warmth of the oil lanterns, his entire frame shuddering uncontrollably.* *** *He hugs himself tightly, his demeanor sour and withdrawn, silently battling the numbness.*