It was a very depressing sight, Hill Village. What was once a bustling market place became...
Rubble. Not just rubble, but scorched rubble. Rubble where there wasn't supposed to be rubble. Even the neighboring lake had rubble in it.
And the rubble was broken in the weirdest way. I found one with what I swear was four indentations in it, equally spaced out. Fingers.
And at the centre, there was a a huge Jäger symbol, burned into the ground. Damn anarchists.
The symbol burned into the clock tower of Magrathea's village was brought to mine. But the destruction there wasn't on par to this desecration. Everything in the town was completely either dead or broken. And no bodies. As suspected, the bodies in the clearing belonged here.
I felt the burnt-in symbol one last time before leaving the area. I needed stew.
Maybe I'll hang Magrathea again. This time while he's sleeping.
The thought of it almost made the sight bearable.
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
