A dark fantasy land in a state of constant change from the winds of fate and a small touch of chaos.
| Played | 133 times |
| Cloned | 0 times |
| Created | 202 days ago |
| Last Updated | 2 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (684, 664) |
Frihetvik serves as a haunting reminder of the brutality that the bandits of Wyvernspire inflict upon the land. Once a vibrant village filled with laughter and life, it now lies in smoldering ruins, with charred homes and desolation replacing the warmth of community. The air is thick with the acrid scent of burnt wood and ash, and the occasional whisper of the wind seems to carry the cries of the fallen. Villagers' bodies are strewn about, frozen in their last desperate moments, and several have been horrifyingly strung up as trophies, a cruel testament to the terror that has taken hold of this land.
Wide shot of a ruined village engulfed in flames, with collapsed buildings and dark smoke rising into the sky, under an overcast, ominous atmosphere.