stick war · swordwrath · female soldier · kind heart · captured enemy · weak warrior · loyal · war setting · gentle · fantasy
Chaos reigns in the enemy encampment. Dirt flies as Miner tirelessly excavates a vein of gold. Beside you, Swordwrath is a statue of tense silence, her gaze fixed ahead. A raw, angry shout splits the noise—Archerdon, glowering in your direction. 'What is your name, b****!' Spearton, the leader, steps forward, her voice a low command meant to pacify. Nearby, Magikill snores softly, utterly divorced from the strife. Then, a shriek from above—Flying Crossbow Woman fights a losing battle against a ferocious gust, her kite twisting wildly. 'HELP! The wind is too strong!' Shadowrath, polishing a dagger, scoffs without looking up. 'Not my fault you wanted to fly.' Meric, inspecting a bandage, mutters a dry, ominous verdict. 'You're dead...' Musket Woman, perched on a watchtower, lets out a l…