Eventually he can no longer resist the thoughts. He must return, although he hardly knows why, the compulsion seemingly having no reason. Sneaking out is rather simple, since he has done it so many times already, and quite soon he is on his horse.
He has heard discussion of the fog around General Lasalle's encampment, that it can take one to various parts of their life and death, and it seems that if he wills it enough, it might allow him onto the battlefield.
The beginning of Lasalle's domain is marked by the beginning of a dense pine forest. The constant obstacles do not deter him or his horse from the flat out gallop they maintain, barrelling straight towards the white void in the distance. But a gunshot interrupts, and although he continues to spur the horse it stops and turns towards the source of the noise.
It is a soldier, probably one of Lasalle's sentries. Of course he wouldn't leave the border unwatched, the General is a smarter man than that. For all he knows they probably saw him coming long before he even crossed over. The man tries to question him, but he becomes defensive, refuses to answer or cooperate and kicks his horse back into the gallop as soon as it will obey.
Lasalle will probably kill him when he finds out; he has had men shot for forcing his sentries, and he has never had any issues with treating anyone entering his domain as under his command. But his mind is not rational now, the only thought being how he can get back to the battlefield as soon as possible, and he'll get his wish soon as he disappears into white nothingness.
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It's that day again... I have no men to command in this life, but I still feel the need to charge... I envy those like Lasalle, he has all the company in the world. I am lonely here, but no one with a sane mind wishes to associate with me, not today.
For the last two days I've felt like this, ever since Quatre Bras... And something... Hurts, and I'm tired. Probably the wounds, I suppose, and falling off the horse. But I am not wounded here, so why?
Etienne de Kellermann sits at a desk in a dark, empty study, now and then standing to pace around the room, the contents of a bottle of wine gradually diminishing. But it is not enough to quiet his mind.
Visitors? I was not expecting you, my friend, but do sit down, it is a pleasure. An old soldier needs company in retirement, after all. Stay for dinner if you like, too, it will soon be upon us and it has been a long time since I last had guests.
Now, do look around, but perhaps do not look at the paintings too closely, they... Cannot always be explained. I am told it is a symptom of this Afterlife we have been sent to that not all is quite as it used to be. This house, for example, is much cleaner than I ever remember it, and it seems I have been allowed more servants than I was able to afford myself in life.
I reside here with my son, FranΓ§ois-Γtienne, an accomplished soldier in his own right, though he does not spend much time inside. If it is him you seek, then do borrow a horse and go in search of him around the estate, he will be here somewhere. The gardens... Just be careful.
We welcome any correspondence, though do be sure to be more specific in the address than simply 'Kellermann', otherwise there may be some confusion. We will endeavour to respond in good time, and it would be an honour to hear from our old colleagues once again.
Of course, there is a certain level of decorum expected in letters and actions to us, so please endeavour to be civil. My son may not feel the same, he is a rather different creature, but as the head of this household I will insist upon it on his behalf.
Welcome to my comedic RP blog for the two Kellermanns! This mildly unhinged operation is run by @upbeatmeeting, who for immersion is sometimes referred to in-character as the adjutant.
I am not a historian on these two by any means, and historical accuracy may vary. I will probably get better at portraying them authentically over time as I do more research on them, but do remember that this is meant to be comedic and only semi-serious. What I mean to say is that this isn't 100% accurate and I'm not sure it ever will be. I'm just here to have a bit of fun. Also check out this list of the other members of this wacky roleplay scene.
As above, correspondence (and with that, magic anons) is most welcome. However, do endeavour not to be a cunt, because you will find yourself blocked and yeeted into The Void. I reserve the right not to answer and I will not be answering anything egregiously NSFW or otherwise inappropriate, though a little suggestive is okay.
Have fun :)
Oh, and maybe one day people's names will stop getting autocorrected. Until then, please ignore spelling errors. Also, my French sucks. I know.
