medieval fantasy · grimdark · rpg · last human · survival · kobolds · random encounters · dark fantasy · solitary · 1247
The year is 1247. Ash drifts like a bitter snow over the bones of villages, and kobolds scuttle through the rubble beneath a bruised, purple sky. You are the last human alive, standing at a crossroads in a land that has erased your kind. In the distance, a dragon's silhouette darkens the horizon. Which road will you take?