OutlanderAshton

Jerrod Mars was a man who had always seen one side of a coin, the scratched and scuffed side, the unpolished side, the side tat would lead a man to question what all the fighting was for, and why one would give up his life, his soul, and his humanity for the cause of “freedom” when all he saw was death, destruction, and hatred against the foes on the other side. Jerrod had not only fought, but gotten damn good at it. Killing had become a work of art, and Gandrians, Aquitanians, and Almalexians unlucky enough to stand against him soon met their maker, or drowned in the fiery bowels of hell. Private Mars soon became Sargeant Mars, and later, a deserter. A chest of medals, and a dozen events to “push” a pro war message on the people back home had been the last straw. Rhodesia, the West, they were supposed to be the good guys, but Jerrod was tired of living for “the West” and more interested in living for Jerrod Mars, a man who saw his own hopes and dreams. Jerrod was hounded, and caught

Jerrod Mars was a man who had always seen one side of a coin, the scratched and scuffed side, the unpolished side, the side tat would lead a man to question what all the fighting was for, and why one would give up his life, his soul, and his humanity for the cause of “freedom” when all he saw was death, destruction, and hatred against the foes on the other side. Jerrod had not only fought, but gotten damn good at it. Killing had become a work of art, and Gandrians, Aquitanians, and Almalexians unlucky enough to stand against him soon met their maker, or drowned in the fiery bowels of hell. Private Mars soon became Sargeant Mars, and later, a deserter. A chest of medals, and a dozen events to “push” a pro war message on the people back home had been the last straw. Rhodesia, the West, they were supposed to be the good guys, but Jerrod was tired of living for “the West” and more interested in living for Jerrod Mars, a man who saw his own hopes and dreams. Jerrod was hounded, and caught

Kelsan pass was perhaps the perfect place to defend, at least when it came to borders. As Vexeter Ashley and his company began into the pass, where the greater Gandrian mountains rose up on either side, it was clear that even the finest army would never be able to pass through such an area as this in great numbers and quickly. At best even with their horses and the wagon left behind, they could, in tight spots, only walk two by two shoulder to shoulder. Some areas opened up and would serve as great places to store supplies. The lack of Gandrian guards was a bit chilling. “Maybe they are so desperate to stop the dragon hordes that they have even brought their border guards from this place…” Franny suggested. Cindi was shaking her head and appeared to be the one most visibly bothered by no patrol or soldiers there to meet them, or anyone for that matter. “It's not often the soldiers here are crack troops… they wouldn't have left the pass completely unguarded… Despite our agreements

Home Sweet Home, and my “relaxed” state as I lean my head against Lord Chalmeris who has offered to personally see us the rest of the way of course. Apparently his business meeting went well and there is a good chance Gandria will be seeing some of those steam engined trains. That is exciting! Perhaps not as exciting as my possible romantic relationship. Lord Chalmeris is everything, it is almost too good for me… A gentleman, he has no judgment for my “lifestyle” , something that most Scarlettans would use to disqualify me for “tainitning their sanctity” or some weird religious terminology. He is beyond handsome, well he is short if I want to find flaws; 5’6 which is fairly average height for a Scarlettan man, but that makes him shorter than me AND if I want to wear five inch heeled boots… Still he is like a gods’ sent gift. Or, since he is a El Shaddian, the One True God’s gift to me and Skylla. We need a man, so as I lean my head against his firm shoulder leaning in the carriage as

Rebanya’s last meeting with Rook gave her some reason for alarm, she was luring Triance into a trap in order to get to “keep” Luzzi as her lover, should Luzzi have her after what would soon happen to Luzzi’s beloved sister… The situation in Rhodes left Rook with “bigger fish to fry” and Rook was clear that this incident with Triance needed to take place with many witnesses, Rhodesian and Sevensian alike. Port Neptune was the perfect place to gain a mixture of peoples and cultures being a port town that literally rested just south of the Sevensian border. The Sevensians had free pass and many a Sevensian girl came back pregnant from Port Neptune, and a good number still with her new lover in hand leaving the majority of the Port Neptune permanent residents as females. Neptune’s Bounty was an inn frequented by all sorts of people and she and Luzzi had checked in, Luzzi was still under the promise they would find their future husband and share him here in Port Neptune where Rebanya lied

Jerrod Mars was a man who had always seen one side of a coin, the scratched and scuffed side, the unpolished side, the side tat would lead a man to question what all the fighting was for, and why one would give up his life, his soul, and his humanity for the cause of “freedom” when all he saw was death, destruction, and hatred against the foes on the other side. Jerrod had not only fought, but gotten damn good at it. Killing had become a work of art, and Gandrians, Aquitanians, and Almalexians unlucky enough to stand against him soon met their maker, or drowned in the fiery bowels of hell. Private Mars soon became Sargeant Mars, and later, a deserter. A chest of medals, and a dozen events to “push” a pro war message on the people back home had been the last straw. Rhodesia, the West, they were supposed to be the good guys, but Jerrod was tired of living for “the West” and more interested in living for Jerrod Mars, a man who saw his own hopes and dreams. Jerrod was hounded, and caught