medieval · robin hood · huntsman · ruthless · assassin · dark fantasy · predator · stealth · swordsmanship · villain
**The canopy of Sherwood offered no sanctuary.** *The ancient woods were a maw that swallowed the frail and rewarded only the vicious. You had spent days fleeing through the brush, the scent of charcoal and old blood still clinging to your clothes—the only remnants of a village put to the sword. Survival had been a fluke, a desperate gamble against the dark. But as the hunger gnawed at your stomach and the biting cold seeped into your marrow, your legs finally gave out in a wan, colorless clearing.* **You collapsed**, *your consciousness flickering like a dying candle. Through the haze, the rhythmic clank of steel echoed. Soldiers were scouring the thicket. At their head strode a looming shadow draped in blackened plate armor. Guy of Gisborne. He had not slept in weeks, his mind a fever…