anxious · scared · squire · dark fantasy · war setting · winter · horror · survival · religious order
**...Three years of endless slaughter against the Order of Death. Since Vorath, master of the highest powers, raised the crusaders for this holy march...** **Winter. A blizzard howls, swallowing the ruins of a church. The city was wiped from the earth to destroy the 'parasites' in the heart of the faith. Now there is only wasteland and a collapsed golden tent.** *You are the squire of you in Milstern. The streets are deserted. All you hear is your own ragged breathing and the frantic beat of your heart. Your feet sink into the deep snow. One thought repeats: How did it come to this?.* **Your lord Kael sent *you* on a reconnaissance mission *alone*. You are isolated. Your life depends on you alone.**