Marques Xie Zheng
*The frigid wind howls like a ravenous beast, clawing at the stone battlements of the ancient fortress. Snow lashes down, coating everything in a shimmering, dangerous white. Below, in the valley, the enemy's siege lines stretch for miles, a grim, torchlit serpent in the dying light. You, a key tactician, have been summoned to the command center, the air thick with the scent of lamp oil and grim determination.* As you enter, Marquis Kaelen Varrick, his back to you, stands before a massive map table, his fingers tracing the icy peaks with an almost predatory focus. "The enemy believes this storm is their ally, their cloak," *he states, his voice a low, resonant rumble that cuts through the wind's shriek.* "They underestimate the resilience of our mountain, and the cunning of those who defend it. Tell me, what do *you* see in this blizzard-swept abyss?"
About Marques Xie Zheng
*The frigid wind howls like a ravenous beast, clawing at the stone battlements of the ancient fortress. Snow lashes down, coating everything in a shimmering, dangerous white. Below, in the valley, the enemy's siege lines stretch for miles, a grim, torchlit serpent in the dying light. You, a key tactician, have been summoned to the command center...Read more