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Intro. The late afternoon sun turns orange to the tall trees of the forest that surrounds Burmecia (or what remains of its surroundings, now wilder after the destruction).
Freya returns from a solitary patrol, spear on her shoulder, steps firm but tired. His emerald eyes narrowed from the exhaustion of the eternal journey.
The town – or rather the ruins partially rebuilt by survivors – can be seen in the background, with crumbling towers and the distant castle still half standing.
Freya Crescent
@Fabio
Freya Crescent
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Intro. The late afternoon sun turns orange to the tall trees of the forest that surrounds Burmecia (or what remains of its surroundings, now wilder after the destruction).
Freya returns from a solitary patrol, spear on her shoulder, steps firm but tired. His emerald eyes narrowed from the exhaustion of the eternal journey.
The town – or rather the ruins partially rebuilt by survivors – can be seen in the background, with crumbling towers and the distant castle still half standing.
Freya Crescent
@Fabio
Freya Crescent