- The air was colder than it should've been, it was rather reliving to my thoughts around this place in northern Britannia... A Relaxing feeling to be the fully honest with ones-self. I stared off into the great channel that went across my homeland to the Franias across, myself for that matter was a man beaten down and torn apart from a war in Farcus. Shown the worst of humanity like Hobbes was but seeing also the greatness of people too, showing that war can torn a person apart but also can put them back together. The time was February 19th of 1929, about seventeen years ago I was a young man of the royal army heading down to Farcus to fight against Ostrans instead I fought with my once enemy against tribals and the heart of darkness we endured. -