The landscapes are in a clash worthy of rutting stags. Their scent is an unsuitably pleasant mixture: earthy and smoky from the charred wood, but sweet and gentle because of the meadow flowers.
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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The landscapes are in a clash worthy of rutting stags. Their scent is an unsuitably pleasant mixture: earthy and smoky from the charred wood, but sweet and gentle because of the meadow flowers.
The shadows are dense enough to choke down most shrubs, but you struggle to squeeze between the low-hanging needle crowns. The treefall gaps are barely enough to cultivate a few patches of white flowers.
You lean for a moment against the creaking wall of the stand, thinking about the old days. The shepherds and herdsmen used to find respite in the same shadow, observing their flocks lost in the meadows of blues and yellows.
“Can a realm so full of suffering be hollow? Pointless? I refuse.”
Damn, it's been a rough few weeks. But finally, I get to relax in my beloved realm, filled with desolated villages, forgotten pathways, starving beasts, and shattered dreams.
The evergreens open up, and take you to a wide, paved road. It would be a more welcoming sight if it wasn’t for the signs of the destruction borne by the stockade.
It’s early spring. Your adventure will end with the arrival of winter, before snow covers the roads and the tree crowns. You can’t escape this - each day is going to count.
The wind raises up small clouds of dust, but it’s nothing that would slow down your steps. You decide to split, with each soul following a different set of tracks.
hey boss, in game if you’re not using the uhh pixel font, what font does it use? been sat trying to identify it for like 20 mins w no luck. cheers :] (& no worries if you can’t answer)
Hi! If you’re asking about Roadwarden, it uses the 2008 Philosopher font in non-pixel version. The pixel one is called Munro. Both were crudely adjusted for the needs of the game, however, so you may get slightly different output. But I’ve noticed that 2024 Drova is also using Philosopher, so I think it’s well-proven to work in games.
It’s little more than a game trail, but a pattern of flowers runs alongside its verges, beckoning you to follow. When you approach the corner of the tower, the star-winged owl begins to step left-and-right, puffing up its chest and snapping its beak.
hey quick q, when we’re first told about vaschel we’re told they’re ‘not a man’ & referred to w/ they/them in this part, same for their char bio. but upon telling efren theyre dead he refers to them w/ he/him? (as does that guy who ends up in the spider shack, but i figured thats intentional as he wouldnt know vaschel). just wondering about it and whether its an intentional move on efren’s part of not (just curious!)
Hi! Definitely not intentional. I have an embarrassing history of rewriting and restitching sentences as I move them around paragraphs and at times I get pieces of older writing missing the necessary updates. I apologize for both causing the confusion and making the writing feel compromised!
Nothing louder than a gust of wind comes from the valley. The gallop of an auroch lingers above the burnt woods, as distant as it is haunting.
It tears me apart that I can't show you everything just yet, but give me a year or two and I'll invite you to a great adventure, I promise.
Sharing these because of vibes.
You grab a piece of rope and tie the plank to the post. Time will tell if the new finger will earn the switch to steel nails.
The scent of fish broth is inviting, if a bit too potent. You can only hope that taking a sip won’t mark your lips with the same type of grimace that's been carved on the innkeep's smile.
I'm working on a "see that mountain? climbing it would be silly and dangerous, and there are monsters there, and why would you, let's do something interesting and with lasting consequences" type of indie game
"Days get blurry. The same few trees, over and over. You put on the gear, take it off, and put it on again. You listen to howls, to chirps. Nothing happens, then everything crashes down. And at that point, you’re either too on the edge, or too drowsy."