fort kronau

The cold wind bit hard at his back. Relentless and persistent, the tendrils of winter tugged at the Rosendahl’s fur wrap, attempting to poke holes through his thick leather vest. The twin on the ramparts deviated no attention to the low temperature; his eyes remained on the snow-covered...

This is all from IC interactions, though some will be added on since monologue/thought role play isn't exactly the most exciting to do in-game. Any context is not known by anyone else that are not in Fort Kronau (depending on content and scene), and of course most, if not all, thoughts are not...

It was another bleak day in the lives of the resistance. Spirits were down and any sign of fun was quickly torn down and destroyed by Royland Blackwater (@Walrusaur_ ). However despite his efforts to keep the mood grim, something miraculous happened not long after! It was found that when...