Rain poured down upon the industrial tracks of the West Coast Line, turning the gravel embankments into grey sludge.
At the moment, an army of West Saxons was on the march.. or rather, trudging unhappily through the mud.
At the head of the military was an Ealdorman named Aethelred, who was quite upset about his current task.
For the most part, he and the men of his army were practical men who appreciated good tools, and King Aethelwulf had tasked them to invade the heartland of the Industrial Revolution.
Not only was City Titan an important source of cheap wool and clean water for the common folk, but it also housed the Tomb of the Unknown Contractor.
As such, very few men in the army were eager to fulfill this task.
On more than one occasion, Ealdorman Aethelred had considered outright insubordination.
Yet, here he was at the borders between Wessex and the Directorate, debating whether or not he should go through with his orders.
