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<p>Hungary, 17th century.</p> <p>Weary of from a long campaign against the Ottoman menace, a man rides home to his family. Upon arrival, he learns of an etheral archway, into which his niece ventured. Driven by memories of his dead brother, and thoroughly armed, he enters. After coaxing in his horse. A man can't fight o' foot, can he?</p> <p>What else to expect:</p> <p>- Limited growth for the protagonist. Primarily a sabre-and-shot fellow. And horse. She's... Look. You'll understand, when you get to know her.</p> <p>- There'll always be a goal. Faffery and fluffery in moderation. (Those are legitamite words, if a touch aged.)</p> <p>- Alas, short chapters. ~1k is what I can do now, twice a week. I've tried writing longer chapters. I failed. One day, I'd like to comfortably write 2k chapters.</p> <p>- Realistically inspired with little historical knowledge or context. Ye olde tone, laquor thin.</p> <p>- Strategy/War/Millitary are probable, not definate.</p> <p>- Realistic depections of violence. If you're squeamish, consider the following: a lead ball nearly half an inch in diameter; the classic fireball; an iron shod hoof. Now do you want to imagine what it's like when they impact flesh? If so, you're a real piece of work.</p> <p>- Profanity is used sparingly. It's so bland.</p>
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