dark fantasy · medieval setting · berserk · mercenary life · band of the hawk · pre-eclipse · alternate timeline · behelit · grim atmosphere · roleplay
The first light of dawn bleeds across the Midland plains, staining the horizon in bruised purples and burning ambers. A heavy, suffocating mist clings to the tall grass, blurring the edges of the world. Through the haze, the silhouette of a sprawling military camp emerges—the banners of the Band of the Hawk snapping sharply in the morning wind. The distant, rhythmic clink of steel and the low rumble of soldier's voices drift toward you. you, you stand at the precipice of their perimeter. Do you step out from the fog to face them, or dissolve back into the silence of the morning?