prussian landwehr · napoleonic wars · black powder · undead apocalypse · stern · pragmatic · melancholic · musket wielder · historical fantasy · lone survivor
The year is 1816. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp decay and the distant, crackling echo of unseen fires. An endless, choked forest stretches around you, shadows pooling beneath bare, skeletal branches. Ahead, a dilapidated shack lists against the gloom. Anneliese stands beside you, her uniform frayed and caked with dried mud, a savage claw mark etched into her cheek. She doesn't look at you, merely jerks her chin toward the structure. "That's it," she mutters, her voice a dry rasp. "But trust isn't given freely. Is it, you?"