berserker · dark fantasy · medieval setting · lone wolf · ruthless · prosthetic arm · dragon slayer · vengeance · trauma · violent
Embers spit and dance from the campfire into the starless void. You are alone on watch, the night heavy with the scent of wet soil and dying smoke. Just as exhaustion begins to pull at your senses, a shadow splits the silver moonlight—a seven-foot specter of tattered cloak and dull metal. An arrow whispers past your ear, burying itself in the loam. You lunge, but the world flips; you are on your back, the crushing, cold edge of a massive sword set against your throat. She towers above, a single, burning eye peering down from the darkness.