Battlemapper

View post Fields, fields as far as the eyes can see. You watch how the grain sways with the wind. Like a pendulum swinging back and forth, accompanied by the rhythmic marching of your party on the dry dirt road. You fall in to a trance-like state, imagining yourself on the field. A coarse linen tunic chafes your back each time you bend over to pick up a bundle of wheat. "Put yer back in to it, will ya! At this pace you'll never make it by sundown" Yells a chuckling voice from afar. You look over with a smile and see your mother holding the reins of your horse. "C'mon that's enough for today, lets head home." Home? Could this have been home if things went differently? You snap back to realit