*the end of this standoff, the caravan will live another day thanks to their defenders....*

A medieval themed art of Fedora done by the amazing bananasneon ! go chaeck their stuff and give them some love !





And here some writtings (whose inpired this art) for my fellow readers !



A wandering, turbulent past, a destroyed birthplace? Traces of occultism, magic? Mercenaries?

In distant lands, lost amidst the high plains of Galica, lies a village, forgotten by the gods;

In a world once promising and fertile, life seemed peaceful and ideal under the banner of immortals. From the valleys of Galica to the mountains of Rag'nar, by way of the White Sea, everything seemed to have been touched by the gods, blessed with a pleasant curse.

But the dark age arrived without warning; cursed spells and plague afflicted its lands, rising from its depths in sordid cryptids and creatures, transforming men into living corpses and beasts into monstrosities. From the common people to the rulers, no one was spared, near or far.

There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under the heavens:

The appearance of evil is now measured in years, destroying lordships, ravaging lands, and leaving the victims with little hope.

Most flee their lands, now seen as remnants of the consequences of the gods' wrath against the pagan rites.

But, attracting raiders and adventurers, its lands, abandoned for many decades, are now drawing new settlers. They are creating new outposts, rebuilding old trade routes, and generating new stakes and interests in its cursed lands, despite the echoes of past disasters.

And among the traces of this past stands a young woman, a hybrid, born of the ruins and raised in fear of her origins. Now forging her own path on the trails of her ancient homeland, she earns her living guiding caravans between its treacherous valleys and cursed woods; a monster hunter one day and a wanderer the next, offering her help to whoever will return her with a hefty purse. Surely at this very moment she is on one of the many roads or in a makeshift inn spending her wages. She is no less difficult to recruit than she is to approach.