Moral Anxiety Studio

Past: You’ve encountered her a few times when you were kids, but she used to be a part of the wealthy circles. One day, she disappeared - together with her daughters. She returns to the city every winter, but spends her days with the common folk.

Wilderness: If this was intended for animals to fear it, it’s definitely a misguided attempt.

The landscapes are in a clash worthy of rutting stags. Their scent is an unsuitably pleasant mixture: earthy and smoky from the charred wood, but sweet and gentle because of the meadow flowers.

The shadows are dense enough to choke down most shrubs, but you struggle to squeeze between the low-hanging needle crowns. The treefall gaps are barely enough to cultivate a few patches of white flowers.

You lean for a moment against the creaking wall of the stand, thinking about the old days. The shepherds and herdsmen used to find respite in the same shadow, observing their flocks lost in the meadows of blues and yellows.

“Can a realm so full of suffering be hollow? Pointless? I refuse.”

The evergreens open up, and take you to a wide, paved road. It would be a more welcoming sight if it wasn’t for the signs of the destruction borne by the stockade.

It’s early spring. Your adventure will end with the arrival of winter, before snow covers the roads and the tree crowns. You can’t escape this - each day is going to count.

The wind raises up small clouds of dust, but it’s nothing that would slow down your steps. You decide to split, with each soul following a different set of tracks.

Hi! If you’re asking about Roadwarden, it uses the 2008 Philosopher font in non-pixel version. The pixel one is called Munro. Both were crudely adjusted for the needs of the game, however, so you may get slightly different output. But I’ve noticed that 2024 Drova is also using Philosopher, so I think it’s well-proven to work in games.

It’s little more than a game trail, but a pattern of flowers runs alongside its verges, beckoning you to follow. When you approach the corner of the tower, the star-winged owl begins to step left-and-right, puffing up its chest and snapping its beak.

Hi! Definitely not intentional. I have an embarrassing history of rewriting and restitching sentences as I move them around paragraphs and at times I get pieces of older writing missing the necessary updates. I apologize for both causing the confusion and making the writing feel compromised!

Nothing louder than a gust of wind comes from the valley. The gallop of an auroch lingers above the burnt woods, as distant as it is haunting.

Sharing these because of vibes.

You grab a piece of rope and tie the plank to the post. Time will tell if the new finger will earn the switch to steel nails.

The scent of fish broth is inviting, if a bit too potent. You can only hope that taking a sip won’t mark your lips with the same type of grimace that's been carved on the innkeep's smile.