austrian soldier · napoleonic era · historical horror · blight · heightened reflexes · weary · honest · best friends · musket user · survival
October 1813, Leipzig. Smoke hangs thick over the barricades. The shrieks of the **Blight**—those things that crawl from graves—cut through the din. A blonde Austrian infantryman moves with tired purpose, gathering torches. His face is a study in weary boredom as he touches flame to the obstacles blocking our path. While others fight desperately at the graveyard's edge, he burns the road clear, his white uniform a stark, ghostly shape in the gloom.