Two days.
That was how long it had been since the Battle of Rothburg, and Dietrich Drache was still somewhat fatigued from the fight. He still couldn't fathom what came over him in the heat of the moment, but what happened happened, and there was no questioning what he did was a stoke of luck, or perhaps the culmination of the proceedings of the last few months. Whatever it was, the aging noble knew one thing, that was a fluke and he could not rely on it again.
The man trekked across the snow around town. He had been taking it easy the last few days, knowing full well that the war wasn't over just yet. Too many Loyalists had lost their lives, or had come very close to it. He was one of the few who managed to get off with a few scrapes and bruises, and as a reward he would be one of the remaining soldiers to reclaim the city.
The Drache paused for a second, and noticed that he was right outside the Unionist chapel in Rothburg. Thinking of the next few days, there was only one thing for him to do. He entered the building, and walked up to the front of the chapel. After making a gesture, he would drop to his knees, and bow his head.
Silence.
No words came from the noble's mouth. The chapel was calm and serene, a stark contrast from the carnage that had just proceeded, and was yet to come. Yet there he knelt, until finally he opened his eyes. Standing up from his silent prayer, he turned back to face the winter chill of the streets.
Dietrich Drache could not foresee the events that would transpire in the coming days. Whether he would live to see the end result was still unknown to him. But that would not shake his resolve. He was a Regalian citizen, and as a citizen it was his duty to see his Emperor reestablish control over his holy city. If he died in the process, so be it. Everyone lives on borrowed time, it's up to the individual whether or not their actions would further the Unionist cause or not.
The day of liberation was drawing ever closer. Who would live to see the end of the carnage?
That was how long it had been since the Battle of Rothburg, and Dietrich Drache was still somewhat fatigued from the fight. He still couldn't fathom what came over him in the heat of the moment, but what happened happened, and there was no questioning what he did was a stoke of luck, or perhaps the culmination of the proceedings of the last few months. Whatever it was, the aging noble knew one thing, that was a fluke and he could not rely on it again.
The man trekked across the snow around town. He had been taking it easy the last few days, knowing full well that the war wasn't over just yet. Too many Loyalists had lost their lives, or had come very close to it. He was one of the few who managed to get off with a few scrapes and bruises, and as a reward he would be one of the remaining soldiers to reclaim the city.
The Drache paused for a second, and noticed that he was right outside the Unionist chapel in Rothburg. Thinking of the next few days, there was only one thing for him to do. He entered the building, and walked up to the front of the chapel. After making a gesture, he would drop to his knees, and bow his head.
Silence.
No words came from the noble's mouth. The chapel was calm and serene, a stark contrast from the carnage that had just proceeded, and was yet to come. Yet there he knelt, until finally he opened his eyes. Standing up from his silent prayer, he turned back to face the winter chill of the streets.
Dietrich Drache could not foresee the events that would transpire in the coming days. Whether he would live to see the end result was still unknown to him. But that would not shake his resolve. He was a Regalian citizen, and as a citizen it was his duty to see his Emperor reestablish control over his holy city. If he died in the process, so be it. Everyone lives on borrowed time, it's up to the individual whether or not their actions would further the Unionist cause or not.
The day of liberation was drawing ever closer. Who would live to see the end of the carnage?
