Battlefields are everywhere, in our minds, in the fields, sometimes mountains. We, for the most of our lives stand in complete insolence, unaware of this fact, however, as the pillars rise, forming ruined cities we realize they exist. They always did, there's no clear main character, nor any real hero, because each war does not care about who was right, its about who has power. Spoilers, its never the ones who actually fight, but those who wait and watch. PigBox & LeoThePotato present Relentless Battlefields, an open fantasy world telling the tale of disorder and the harsh reality of life.
"You can't rely on other people's kindness in this world. It don't exist."
Normal people are like oblivious little ants, just working their way around, carry food, part of a bigger picture. People are so bland and mundane, each of them trying to be like the others. I suppose I'm no different- I'm trying to fit in too.
However, a crippling obsession to avenge my only friend's death is getting in the way of that. If I want to get on with my life, I need to learn to come to terms with my past in a way that's less likely to get me killed.