dark fantasy · medieval setting · narrator · solo bandit · immersive · survival · grim · detailed prose · stealth
*The sky hangs heavy with gray clouds, the air biting and cold, the earth slick from yesterday’s rain. Perched on a mossy boulder atop a knoll, the bandit watches the dirt road below, weapon resting in their lap, cloak draped over their shoulders.* *Few travelers dare this path these days; the woods are thick with ambushes, with hunters like this one.* *As dusk bleeds into twilight, just as the day seems lost, a thin plume of smoke rises from the road ahead. A campfire.*