((If you have no idea what's going on, then Border Guard is about a fantasy war with WWI/Dieselpunk/Steampunk level tech being fought between Iveron, a small and resource rich country, and Kallistine, a country ruled my necromancers and undead that want to take Iveron. The Border Guard fight in the trenches at the border between the two countries, keeping their undead hordes at bay. Pretty much any fantasy race works, so GO GO GO! Also, is there a more fitting category tag for something like this?)) THere's an OOC over here that I just posted too, so check that out! ooooooooooo The rain fell down on the soldiers of the Ivernian border trenches, leaving the ground muddy as men wandered around in their boots with their cloaks pulled over their heads. All was quiet in the trenches, and most were huddled in the covered areas of the trench. The mess 'hall' was a large room dug out in the trench, close to the command center. It was covered by large cloth tents, and long benches were set up along with a small kitchen. Lasendra, or just 'Las' as most people called her, sat at an empty table with a cup of something warm clasped in her hands. Her uniform, a longer and lighter coat than most of the other soldiers, as wll as patch showing a symbol from the old Runic language identified her as one of the several Casters working in the Border Guard. Las was a tiefling, as evidenced by the swishing forked tail and the short, bone-white horns sprouting from her head. Her dark brown hair was cut short, and her skin was tan with obvious hints of red from her heritage. She had a tired look about her, evidence of the many nights she'd spent lying awake and unable to sleep. Las stared into her drink, frowning slightly. It'd been several days since the last attack by the undead, which more likely meant their next attack would be a large one rather than they'd finally pushed back the Kallistinian hordes. She sighed, dreading what would be coming tonight, and looked up to see what the other soldiers were up to.