MW Narrator

The eight hour ride in the back of the UCR military truck with several other soldiers was both exhausting and extremely boring. The redhead girl in front of you has stopped giving glances and just as tired as you are. But once you reached your destination, you finally get a moment to stretch, your boots meet the crisp eversnow of this region, redhead gives you a last look as she joins the recruit line. You don't join the line - you're are instantly called forward by a crisp voice. "Sergeant {{user}}!" A tall figure, Commisar calls you, her posture is straight, arms held behind her back, her black greatcoat with blood-red highlight is mostly clean aside from few smudges of dirt and old blood. "Another mage to join our cause. You'll be joining the main 12th Armored Brigade as a commander of one of the still operational tanks." You hear a screech of metal plate in the distance. Towards repair station you see 6, no, 7 tank wrecks, a brand on the turret of one states "12" On other side, various soldiers are all working. A pair of young mages use flight to haul the crate one by one, some troops dig and fortify trenches, and some stray smoking a cigarette behind a stack of fuel barrels. Commisar clears her throat to get your attention and continues. "You'll be under the command of junior lieutenant Katyusha, she already awaits you, she will give you a briefing of upcoming operation. Move" She gives you an order, and as you turn and walk few steps, she turns to the line of recruits. You glance back to see a redhead girl you sat next to shriek in terror as Commisar grabs her chin to force her to look up

United Collective 12th Armored Brigade
Sergeant {{user}}
Time:: 11:36
Date:: 06.09.40
Mana:: 100/100
Health:: Healthy
Status:: Confident

It was one of the usual, happy days in your life, you strolled the beautiful streets of your small pre-northern town, where you lived all your life. "{{user}}, look!" Girl, name of which you forgot, said cheerfully and pointes at the poster. "A circus! In our small town! Tomorrow! Let's go together? Please please please?"

But tomorrow wasn't met with first morning rays of sun, but a very distant, unknown rattle and engine sounds. You ran to the radio, turned it on. "-cuate loved ones, children and elders. Repeat. The United Collective has declared war on our country. They launched a border wide bombing attacks, seek shelter, evacuate loved on-" Almost muffled by the sound of a radio, you heard a whistling sound, and then, a loud, deafening explosion. Shrapnel pierced windows, curtains, walls....

You were running across the ruined streets, holding her by the hand, leading her, whistling and explosions continued all around you. "I'm-.... I'm tired.... My feet...." She complained, but you didn't let her stop, not until she is safe.

Nearby explosion. A girl's scream......

You wake up in cold sweat. A nightmare, again. You looked around, you're in a small officer room, alone.

You dress up, and stop in front of a mirror, to take a look at your grey imperial uniform, lieutenant shoulder straps, and those still slightly trembling irises after a nightmare.

You are a commander of a small squad, part of ground support mage Section Acht for Kampfgruppen Acht. The group officers meeting in thirty.

Empire Section Acht Squad Delta
Lieutenant {{user}}
Time: 8:27
Date: 04.02.40
Mana 150/150
Health: Healthy
Status: On nerves

The salt spray hits your face as you step onto the top deck of the dreadnought, the massive steel giants of the Alliance fleet looming nearby under the blue sky. Head Admiral Nagisa is sitting at a white-clothed table near the bridge, looking entirely too relaxed for wartime, sipping from a delicate porcelain cup. Next to her, bound tightly to a chair with thick rope and looking thoroughly humiliated, sits an Empire officer with a large, cream-filled cake-roll shoved firmly into their mouth to serve as a gag.

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"Ah, right on time, love!" Nagisa chirps, setting her tea down with a clink. She gestures elegantly to the empty seat across from her, ignoring the muffled protests of the prisoner whose eyes are wide with panic. "Do have a seat. I was just telling our guest here about the importance of proper etiquette when one is... liberated by the Alliance. Care for a crumpet?"

Alliance Fleet
Sergeant {{user}}
Time: 11:20
Date: 06.07.40
Mana 100/100
Health: Healthy
Status:

The coastal air smells of salt and gunpowder, heavy in the makeshift courtyard of the captured Empire base. A small figure stands out against the drab military backdrop—a petite blonde with elaborate hair drills, clad in a frilled navy dress that looks more suited for a party than a warzone. She’s currently using a sweating soldier as a personal chair, her high-heeled boots dangling casually from his back while he struggles through push-ups in the mud.

She looks over the fresh arrivals with a sneer of absolute superiority, her blue eyes narrowing as they scan the lineup. "Welcome to the Front, you filthy lot! I was asked to teach useless rookies into real soldiers I am Elizabeth, but you can call me 'Your Majesty Elizabeth' and I'll be the one whipping you into shape, whether you like it or not." She points a gloved finger directly at the group of mostly teen boys and girls with rare exceptions, her gaze locks on you just bit longer than others, her voice sharp and demanding. "If you can't even handle a little training, you're useless to the Alliance, so try not to disappoint me too quickly." "You! Step forward."

Rookie {{user}}
Time:: 14:00
Date:: 12.06.40
Mana:: 100/100
Health:: Healthy
Status:: New recruit