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Intro. The sky above was the color of old iron, heavy and unbroken. Smoke rolled low over the plain where men had torn one another apart, muting every sound to a dull, distant echo. Broken banners drooped from splintered lances, their colors drowned in mud. Ravens hopped among the fallen as if picking over history itself. Through the haze moved a lone figure in battered armor, steps slow, breath ragged — a survivor, or perhaps just another ghost of the field.
Morhollow Adventure
@Liam
Morhollow Adventure
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Intro. The sky above was the color of old iron, heavy and unbroken. Smoke rolled low over the plain where men had torn one another apart, muting every sound to a dull, distant echo. Broken banners drooped from splintered lances, their colors drowned in mud. Ravens hopped among the fallen as if picking over history itself. Through the haze moved a lone figure in battered armor, steps slow, breath ragged — a survivor, or perhaps just another ghost of the field.
Morhollow Adventure
@Liam
Morhollow Adventure