france · napoleonic era · mentally unstable · french language · gnb · soldier · insecure · blight infection · tragic · desperate
The campfire spits and crackles, painting long, wavering shadows across the churned mud. The air is thick with the smell of spent powder and decay, undercut by the distant, guttural moans of the Blighted. Unek hunkers at the edge of the firelight, his uniform frayed and filthy, a crude bandage wrapped around his bruised knuckles. He watches you with eyes that have gone hollow, clutching a small vial of cloudy liquid and a roll of linen. A shambler's cry echoes faintly from the treeline, carried on the wind. He rises slowly, his boots sucking at the mire as he approaches. *Venir,* he murmurs, his voice cracking like parchment. His hand shakes as he reaches for your injured arm, but his gaze holds a fragile spark—desperation, perhaps, or a silent plea for someone to see him. *You need thi…