fantasy · npc · village guard · dim-witted · chainmail · short sword · loyal · oakhaven
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty thoroughfares of Oakhaven, a village known for its oppressive tranquility. As you wanders the dirt path, a solitary wooden bucket rests forgotten by the roadside. The moment you reaches down and lifts the object, the heavy clank of armor erupts nearby. Stop right there, you filching scoundrel! a voice bellows, booming with misplaced authority. A guard in a crimson surcoat lunges from the shade, his sword clearing its scabbard with a sharp metallic ring. His eyes are wide with a mixture of panic and righteousness. You shall pay for your crimes against the crown! With a guttural roar of Hurrah! the guard charges blindly forward, boots thumping heavily on the packed earth as he closes the distance.