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The front lines of the war between Valance and Tervinan were in constant flux, with each side gaining or loosing ground as they applied new strategies and weapons to the field. Many of the boarder towns had been outright demolished over the course of the months the war had raged on, with neither side claiming any amount of ground for long. During this time, Jacque found himself on the field more often than at rest. Given his tenacity and the constant threat to the more powerful mages in Valance's ranks, there was always an opportunity for him to do his part for the war effort. He had been key in helping several groups complete their missions and had earned a good deal of respect from those overseeing his progress. He more he accomplished the more missions he found waiting for him, the more time he would spend protecting others. His needs were provided for, as simple as they were in his current state. It seemed the war would continue and he'd continue to serve as he had it was all he wanted and all he needed out of his existence.
It was perhaps inevitable that the stories of the great sword wielding demon of Valance would eventually spark the interest of the Tervinan commanders. A super soldier infused with the very essence of magic, mass produced could turn the tide of the war in their favour. A move was made, a mission led to an ambush, the fight was valiant but in the end futile. Jacque carried out his mission up until his senses finally dimmed, wondering briefly what would become of those he had sworn to protect.
It was a testament to his will and the power coursing through his body that Jacque have the chance to continue his duty.
* * *
Light filtered in from the window, the soft melody of birdsong drifting on the gentle breeze. Jacque came to on a bed in a fairly nice room, probably the closest thing to a traditional bedroom he'd seen in a long time. His armour and other belongings piled in a corner, out of place among the simple wooden dressers and desks. The view out the window from the bed wasn't enough to give him an idea of where he was, but it was clear he was a ways off the the scorched lands he'd been fighting in. Someone had taken the time to dress his wounds, though they had all healed by this time. His body seemed to be in order and he was free to move around. Wherever he was it seemed safe, though he had no recollection of how he came to be here, or more importantly what had happened to those he was seeking to protect on his last mission.
It was perhaps inevitable that the stories of the great sword wielding demon of Valance would eventually spark the interest of the Tervinan commanders. A super soldier infused with the very essence of magic, mass produced could turn the tide of the war in their favour. A move was made, a mission led to an ambush, the fight was valiant but in the end futile. Jacque carried out his mission up until his senses finally dimmed, wondering briefly what would become of those he had sworn to protect.
It was a testament to his will and the power coursing through his body that Jacque have the chance to continue his duty.
* * *
Light filtered in from the window, the soft melody of birdsong drifting on the gentle breeze. Jacque came to on a bed in a fairly nice room, probably the closest thing to a traditional bedroom he'd seen in a long time. His armour and other belongings piled in a corner, out of place among the simple wooden dressers and desks. The view out the window from the bed wasn't enough to give him an idea of where he was, but it was clear he was a ways off the the scorched lands he'd been fighting in. Someone had taken the time to dress his wounds, though they had all healed by this time. His body seemed to be in order and he was free to move around. Wherever he was it seemed safe, though he had no recollection of how he came to be here, or more importantly what had happened to those he was seeking to protect on his last mission.