For Honor: Heathmoor at War

Mercenaries at work

Meanwhile in a fort somewhere in the Golden Empire these two Mercenaries stand tall. Clad in their armor, Kruz and Hannah stand side by side, a formidable sight to behold as they prepare for whatever challenges may lie ahead. Kruz's imposing figure is concealed behind the bulk of his knight helmet, its visor obscuring his features completely, while Hannah's eyes gleam with determination from beneath the narrow opening of her own helmet.

Despite the weight of their armor and the stifling heat of the day, neither warrior shows any sign of discomfort or hesitation. They stand tall and resolute, their movements precise and deliberate as they ready themselves for whatever trials may come their way.

For Kruz, the armor serves as both a symbol of his strength and a reminder of his past as a warrior. Though he may no longer serve the warmonger group he once belonged to, the memory of his time among them still lingers, a constant reminder of the dangers of succumbing to the lure of violence and aggression.

As for Hannah, the armor represents a badge of honor, a testament to her skill and prowess as a warrior. Though she may not possess the brute strength of her companion, her quick reflexes and sharp intellect make her a formidable opponent on the battlefield, capable of holding her own against even the fiercest of adversaries.

As Kruz and Hannah stand side by side, clad in their armor, they exchange words in hushed tones, their voices muffled by the bulk of their helmets.

"So, what's the plan for today, Kruz?" Hannah asks, her voice barely audible through the narrow opening of her helmet.

Kruz grins beneath his helmet, the metal visor concealing his expression. "Same as always, Hannah. Keep our eyes peeled for any trouble and be ready to jump into action at a moment's notice."

Hannah nods in agreement, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. "Aye, sounds good to me. These lands can be dangerous, especially with all the nationalist groups stirring up trouble."

Kruz's grip tightens on the handle of his pole axe, the metal gleaming in the sunlight. "That they can, Hannah. But we're mercenaries, remember? We thrive on danger."

Hannah chuckles softly, the sound muffled by her helmet. "True enough, Kruz. Just as long as we get paid for our troubles, I'm happy."

Kruz nods in agreement, his eyes glinting with mischief behind his visor. "Don't worry, Hannah. With our skills, we'll be rolling in coin before you know it."

As Kruz and Hannah continue their conversation, they turn their attention to the lands of the Myre and Ashfield, two of the distinct regions of Heathmor.

"You know, Hannah, I've always found the Myre to be a mysterious and foreboding place," Kruz muses, his voice tinged with a sense of wonder. "The swamps and marshes hold secrets that even the bravest warriors dare not uncover."

Hannah nods in agreement, her eyes thoughtful behind her helmet. "Aye, the Myre is a treacherous place, filled with all manner of dangers lurking in the shadows. But it's also home to some of the fiercest warriors in all of Heathmoor."

Kruz grins, a hint of excitement in his voice. "That's true, Hannah. The warriors of the Myre may be rough around the edges, but they know how to hold their own in a fight. It's no wonder they've managed to fend off countless invaders over the years."

Hannah nods in agreement, "And what about Ashfield, Kruz? What are your thoughts on our homeland?"

Kruz's expression turns nostalgic as he gazes out across the familiar landscape. "Ashfield may not have the grandeur of Valkenhelm or the mystique of the Myre, but it's home to me, Hannah. The mountains and valleys hold a beauty all their own, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be."