![]() ![]() From that day, he swore revenge, and now stands guard at the towns that need him, the towns of eldritch horror. ![]() “Matthew.” it said, as beautiful as an angel, as a figure from above rested its hand upon his head, before being pulled away, as the boy woke up hours later to a search team, every tree near him burned, but one, as if a meter from him was spared. As the boy finally escaped, he sat down by a tree, and wept. The boy ran into the woods, as bomb after bomb burst near him, the helmet protecting him from the shrapnel. He ran to his father’s shop, running inside as the blacksmith grabbed his boy, and threw a helmet on his head, and pushed him away, as the door was kicked down, by a hulking mass, wearing a tuft of a Vvulf. (Think general from fire emblem awakening for a decent mental image, but it’s not quite perfect, and no helmet.)īackstory: Once in a small German town, coated in snow a boy ran for his life as the snow melted, houses burned, screams were heard. ![]()
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