The Captured Follower
You charge at the sarkic, your shield ahead of you. As you ram into him he ducks, slicing your belly with his bone blade.
You fall back as your guts spill out of you. The injury is unsurvivable. Not only are you on your own, but in a camp filled with those who hate you the most.
You fall back as your guts spill out of you. The injury is unsurvivable. Not only are you on your own, but in a camp filled with those who hate you the most.