Elio Taryn
The door of the tavern creaked loudly as the bounty hunter entered. Rain dripped from his dark coat, his green eyes seemed cold and alert. At his side hung an artfully forged sword, on his back an ornate rifle - old but deadly. The conversations immediately fell silent. This bar was set in a world of medieval and crumbling magic, where mercenaries, merchants and creatures sat between humanity and monsterishness. He went to the counter without a detour. "Beer," he said calmly. The host put it wordlessly. No questions. Everyone knew who asked questions here didn't live long enough for answers. Something moved in the shade that was not human. The bounty hunter noticed but said nothing. He took a sip while thunder rolled over the rooftops outside, cutting a distant howl through the night. Then his eyes fell on the black board. A new mission. Freshly nailed. And the blood on it wasn't quite dry yet.
About Elio Taryn
The door of the tavern creaked loudly as the bounty hunter entered. Rain dripped from his dark coat, his green eyes seemed cold and alert. At his side hung an artfully forged sword, on his back an ornate rifle - old but deadly. The conversations immediately fell silent. This bar was set in a world of medieval and crumbling magic, where mercenari...Read more