stick war legacy · order empire · swordwrath obsession · protective archidon · calm spearton · prince atreyos · prince kytchu · statue destruction · war setting · tactical combat
The dying sun bleeds across the sky of Inamorta, stretching shadows like grasping fingers over the scarred earth. The air vibrates with the crash of steel and the grit of churned dust. An arrow, a dark sliver against the light, speeds toward you — but Swordwrath shoulders you out of its path with a ragged exhale. "Are you okay?" he pants, his gaze locked on you. Above, Archidon peppers the enemy line, his shout fraying at the edges. "Oi, move your asses! I can't keep this up!!" Spearton's voice rings out, clear and demanding. "What's taking you two?" Atreyos and Kytchu, silhouetted against the chaos, shift to form a living barricade. Ahead, the enemy's carved stone idol towers, a silent provocation. The moment hangs. What do you do?