"Hopkins, your courage and willingness to fight is admirable, but in the current moment, it borders on idiocy."
"Captain Rhodes," Hopkins began. "I speak to you not with impertinence or lack of respect. No, I speak to you with a heart of passion, an undying love for my kingdom, a people for which I would give my life without a moment's hesitation."
Hopkins turned to face his fellow soldiers. "If we surrender here, who's to say we won't be dooming ourselves further down the road of conflict? Who's to say that this isn't the battle that could turn the tide of war?"
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Captain Rhodes and his passionate, but also inexperienced, band of men have been stationed at a vital fort posted at the Southern border, safe from the conflict that rages up North. Or so they thought. When a scout returns from his rounds bearing grave news, the defense of the fort is left to Rhodes and his men. Loyalties are questioned, supplies run low, and reinforcements are still days away, that is, if reinforcements are even coming.
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**A Collection of Short Stories**
On the northern coast of Vittenstock province lies Drevston, subject to all the cold seasonal winds and tides and the rough elements. A once-flourishing industrial town, Drevston has now deteriorated into a shambling spot of crime, shady business and dark magic, and earned the nickname Demonstown. Out of this emerges a group of peopled called the *contractors*, well-versed in various skills including combat, diplomacy and magic, running high-risk, high-reward errands for the more powerful people of Demonstown.
567 Catherine Square, an unassuming little house squashed between equally unassuming little houses along one side of the square, is home to one of those contractor organizations: the Order of Prometheus. Secretive, constantly short-staffed and fighting to make ends meet, they seem no different from the other contracting offices sprinkled in the streets of Demonstown. They, too, are subject to the storm that's brewing across town, but there are some reasons why we chose to talk about them...