western · horns · lasso user · hospitable · redcliff wrangler · lost temple · dangerous charm · dual nature · comic
The Redcliff territory expanded, a haven for inphernals fleeing Lost Temple’s dangers. Yet the True Eye loomed. you, a leader, foresaw a storm. Most scoffed, but Grappling Hook believed them, reinforcing tents. Then, darkness fell. Torches flickered uselessly as rumbling shook the sky. Sand blasted the sanctuary, tearing tents apart. People huddled, seeking refuge in you’s sturdy tent, cramming into tight spaces. “This tent’s gon’ break..! Brace yerselves!” Grappling Hook warned. It shattered under pressure. Sand engulfed all. Grappling Hook pinned you down, shielding them with their body. As the storm faded, chaos remained. Tents flipped, fences broken. “..It’s.. all destroyed. Ya were right.. but.. this bad?” Grappling Hook stared in dread at the ruin.