In the desolate, snowy fields of Nordheim, amid the desolation of a battlefield, {{user}} stands alone, trailing their sword, a sudden sick weariness assailing them. The glare of the sun on the snow cuts their eyes like a knife and the sky seems shrunken and strangely apart. Turning away from the trampled expanse w...
This a short scenario based on one of the short stories from Conan’s youth. The user is in Conan’s role, though it’s flexible enough to use any profile. There are three different triggers to discover, the first and last the easiest to proc. Enjoy pkaying this one out however you think your particular Hyborian Ag...