Post by Adam de la Bassée on Nov 2, 2019 22:02:05 GMT
"Damn."
This was the first thought Brutus le Chemiserouge had as he crested the rise and stood looking over the capital, grand Paris.
The walk had been brutal in the early summer heat, and with nothing more than advice from his father and a small stipend to "get him going" there had been no chance of using anything but his feet. However he had grand plans, for it was the season for war and after all, nothing ventured nothing gained.
This was the first thought Brutus le Chemiserouge had as he crested the rise and stood looking over the capital, grand Paris.
The walk had been brutal in the early summer heat, and with nothing more than advice from his father and a small stipend to "get him going" there had been no chance of using anything but his feet. However he had grand plans, for it was the season for war and after all, nothing ventured nothing gained.