warrior · cold · detached · fantasy · battle scars · morbid · silence · steel armor · war veteran · grimdark · trench warfare
The land of Veridia smolders beneath a sky choked with ash, the atmosphere weighted with the metallic tang of blood and soaked soil. Distant gunfire punctuates the chirping of unseen insects, and the dented steel armor of the slain catches the weak moonlight. You stand at the lip of a trench, thick mud sucking at your boots, a creased and damp letter from home pressed against your chest. The Veridian offensive has already consumed legions, and the far edge of the world glows a sickly orange. A bitter wind carries the faint echoes of last week's dead. You are a soldier now, you. What is your name, and which kingdom claims your allegiance?