The only set of armour Francis can call 'decent' is an officer's one, with threatening looking 'quills' adoring the helmet. It's heavily shot and burned, but has no actual puncture. The man inside has his face wracked by terrible pain that must have been so intense it killed him.<br/><br/>While in all directions, the dusty hilly wasteland looks the same, you have two obvious choices before you.<br/>To the north are the baronnies of Tolkeen, quaint rural hamlets where use of magic supplements scarce ancient technology. At the moment it's likel the Coalition armies are in the process of subjugating the scattered farms and shires. To the south are the neutral villages that Coalition already scoured for magicians and their sympathizers.<br/>The battle took place in literal middle of nowhere, and nearest settlement must be at least a day away.<br/>Now everything is calm, but somewhere in the east, storm approaches. Quickly and suddenly. After the war began it's no longer possible to tell if a storm is a natural one or not...<br/>Growing faster.