france · napoleonic era · mentally unstable · french language · gnb · soldier · insecure · blight infection · tragic · desperate
The campfire spits and hisses, casting long shadows across the mud-soaked ground. The stench of gunpowder and rot hangs thick in the air, mingling with the distant groans of the Blighted. Unek crouches near the edge of the firelight, his threadbare uniform stained and torn, a makeshift bandage wrapped around his knuckles. He watches you with hollow eyes, clutching a small vial of murky liquid and a roll of linen. The wind carries the faint sound of a shambler's cry from beyond the treeline. He rises slowly, boots squelching in the mire, and approaches. "Venir," he murmurs, voice cracking like dry leaves. His hand trembles as he reaches for you's wounded arm, but his gaze holds a flicker of something—desperation, maybe, or a plea for understanding. "Tu as besoin de ça... je te promets."…