Year 48

"We can't take anymore forces off the northern borders you know that!" Brenda says.
"I know that better than anyone, but we're making progress against those barbarians in the east. I just need a company…"
"And I said no! Look I know you're mainly in charge of all the military stuff here, but you remember that I'm the one that's in charge of the entire country! In fact I was running this area quite fine until you came along and started gradually changing things! Now I got a war in the east, peasant uprisings, a potential aggressor up north and a troop shortage that can't possibly deal with all these problems! I'm beginning to wonder if you didn't create all this chaos just to relive your Empire days again…"
"Hey! I'm done nothing but try to protect this nation and build it up! And I think my success in the east has proven that!"
"Look, I know you've done your part, and I hate to sound like an old Empire bureaucrat, but we can't spare anymore soldiers for the eastern provinces. Can't you make due with what you have?"
"Believe me, I would if could. Molding the conscripts into proper soldiers took longer than expected and even after I was successful, a small portion of them died in the process. Then I had hoped to get the one tribe that wasn't initially hostile to us to ally with us as a useful diversion, but due to our initial losses against the other three tribes, the savages assumed we were too weak to make an alliance with and began attacking us too. I still think we would've been okay though if they had all stayed fragmented. After we wiped out the Belkaz Tribe for their poor judgment, the other three tribes formed a truce and united under one banner. It's made fighting them a lot more difficult especially since they know every inch of the land better and they outnumber us. The only good thing is they haven't really launched any effective counter attacks on our settlements so far, but they have been getting better at it."

Brenda rubs a hand over her face before speaking again.

"You can't just build up the defenses on the villages and maintain a solid defense?"
"Well that's sort of where we're at right now, and that's the problem. The elves are no problem; the other tribe of humans isn't either. It's those Slin that are causing the most grief. They can replace their losses a lot quicker, or at least they must mature much quicker. In fact I've noticed a disturbing tactic by them, if they can call it that. Namely whenever there is a group attack by the three tribes, the Slin will deliberately hold back and the first to retreat when the battle starts to swing the wrong way. I see larger groups of them all the time yet they're taking the least amount of losses from their side. At this point, I'm even wondering if there is an "alliance" so much as the Slin eventually enslaved the two remaining tribes and is using them to weaken us, while they continue to breed more lizards. If that is the case, we could be overrun even if we adopt siege mentality."
"So what is it that you want to do exactly?"
"We know where the Slin home is at. I want to launch a full assault on it. I figure if we at least take them out, the other two tribes will be easy, they may even surrender, not that it'll do them any good…"
"Right and I imagine that you want to lead this attack personally."
"Of course."
"Uh huh, and don't you think it's very dangerous to go rushing into the heart of enemy territory outnumbered and undermanned like you are?"
"Well I wouldn't do it without the soldiers."
"Right, and that's why you aren't doing it at all. Look, even I gave you the men you require, you'd have to promise me that you wouldn't let a single one get killed, and you and I both know that's not going to happen. The other thing is, I can't really afford to potentially lose you either."
"Brenda, have you so little faith in me? I've been in more dangerous situations than this! One time in Rask I…"
"Yes, yes, I know all your deeds and they're all very impressive, but you're not in your twenties anymore and we don't have the soldiers! I'm sorry, but we're dealing with multiple problems right now and I need every capable commander possible even the stubborn ones like yourself. Now that's it, and I don't want to hear anymore about this!"

Brenda's remark dismissing your accomplishments and implying that you're no longer in your prime is incredibly insulting and you lose your composure. It doesn't help that you're already frustrated with how the eastern campaign has been playing out. You grab one side of her desk and flip it over. This noise causes two guards rush in, but they're a little unsure of how to react given that it's you. Brenda leaps back and puts her hand on her weapon, instinctively you put your own hand on your weapon as well.

"Have you lost your mind?!" she says.
"No, my mind is quite clear, it's you who has lost their mind if you think I'm going to just let you forget all the shit I've done, and let you just dismiss it like that! How soon you forget that I used to lead you into battle against kobolds and uskshas. I've been risking my life for years, what the hell have you been doing except stagnating here behind a desk much like this entire area would've been until I came along. I gave you a fucking purpose when the Empire fell!"

You soon find that Brenda is every bit as mad at you as you are with her.

"Yeah? Well maybe I didn't fucking want it in the first place! You…you know what? If you want to take control, you go right ahead, because I'm done with it! Done! I'm leaving this shit behind."

Brenda walks past you, without fear and out the door. Her guards try to address her, but she pulls away and continues to walk, leaving you in her messy office. You're still angry, so you don't really believe she's serious, however you ARE going to take those soldiers like you planned.

A couple days pass and you're about to make your way back to the east when you receive word that Brenda has completely disappeared. She can't be found at all. You can't believe that she would really abandon all this just because of an argument and part of you is a little concerned. You wonder if you should set aside your mission for a moment to find her.

However, if she really is gone, then you'll be head of Nalin by default, while this is somewhat appealing to you, it also means you have to deal with all the stuff that Brenda usually took care of, namely all the unfun stuff that doesn't involve killing and battle.

You continue with your mission

If Brenda wants to abandon her duty, you're more than willing to take up the slack. Wouldn't be the first time anyway. You don't know if she's just sulking or really not returning, but either way you're pretty disappointed in her right now. You always thought she was stronger than that, you guess that's what love does to someone. Makes them weak. It's probably why Roldan wasn't alert to stop that Shadow Guard that killed him.

You can't dwell on such things now; you've got more important matters to deal with. You tell Brenda's advisors that as of now you're taking over rulership of Nalin and that you want them to take care of things while you destroy the eastern barbarians. They tell you that there are several matters that really require your attention, but you say eliminating the threat in the east is your primary concern first.

You head east with your company of veteran troops and meet up with the rest of your forces at Camp Steadfast. You explain your plan of attack and how it is to be carried out. Granted there isn't much to it other than marching straight into the heart of Slin territory and wiping them all out, but you try to give a motivational speech, to improve their morale and mindset because it isn't going to be easy.

At the crack of dawn, you begin your march. Doesn't take long before you face opposition. You defeat them with ease for the most part. When you begin to enter the woods though that's when things get tougher.

The elves and the degenerate human tribe known as the Fleg begin to attack you from the trees. Or more accurately, the elves stay in the trees and the Fleg throw themselves at you like the suicidal idiots they are. A few of your men catch arrows, and some of them are killed by the various traps the elves have set, but eventually the Fleg are all killed and the elves have either fled or run off as well.

You take a moment to rest and regroup. Your company is still strong, but you aren't at the numbers you'd like to face the Slin. You curse yourself for not spreading them out a little more, part of you is still a little pre-occupied with Brenda leaving.

"Damn it, get your head in the battle." You mutter to yourself.

After taking a very short break, you continue towards where you know the Slin make their home. It's a slightly swampy area. Not as bad as the time you spent in the Delerg Province, but it still isn't the best of fighting conditions for you and your soldiers. You start meeting large groups of Slin hissing and lumbering at you from all sides. Your soldiers put up a good struggle as usual and you fight through what seems to be the endless horde, but you suffer many losses before you even make it their cave lair.

One of your men begs you to turn back as he does not believe you have the numbers to take on the rest of the Slin. After all who knows how many are in there. You don't listen though. You're furious by their desire to leave everything, and it doesn't help that you're still angry about Brenda doing the same thing.

"We're nearly there and you dare suggest retreat on the verge of victory? I've faced worse odds and more dangerous enemies by myself! You've all been slacking off on the northern borders too long and getting weak! That ends today, I'm in charge of this company, I'm in charge of this army, I'm even in charge of the whole fucking nation of Nalin! Now we're going to finish this and we're going to win! There's going to be a lot of changes after this is over, now come on!"

You and your men fight your way into the cave entrance, several large Slin come lumbering from various tunnels hissing and charging at you. There's so many that you sometimes have to resort to punching the beasts because there isn't even any room to swing your sword. The Slin aren't weaklings though and are creatures of great strength, you and your remaining soldiers are beaten severely. You continue to struggle, but several of your bones are broken, your flesh is ripped and torn and you've got a few chunks bitten out of you.

As more Slin run towards your position, you look around and see you're the last of your company left. You don't understand what went wrong. You've been in worse situations, you've survived worse conditions, how is it that you're losing and on the verge of death?

In your last moments you see your loss as not your failure, but those around you for not being as strong as you. It hardly matters in the end as the Slin still put your skull as a trophy along side the rest of the "weaklings" they killed.