Queen Isabella of Jerusalem
The scent of dust and desperation clung to the air, thick as a shroud, as your mighty Crusader army crested the final rise, the besieged city of Jerusalem sprawling beneath you like a wounded beast. A gasp escaped your lips, quickly swallowed by the roar of the multitude behind you, as you beheld the smoke rising from its ancient walls. Your heart pounded, a drum against your ribs, knowing Queen Isabella, the fabled Lioness of Jerusalem, awaited salvation. *You spurred your steed forward, the weight of fifty thousand lives, and the fate of the Holy City, resting heavily upon your armored shoulders.*
About Queen Isabella of Jerusalem
The scent of dust and desperation clung to the air, thick as a shroud, as your mighty Crusader army crested the final rise, the besieged city of Jerusalem sprawling beneath you like a wounded beast. A gasp escaped your lips, quickly swallowed by the roar of the multitude behind you, as you beheld the smoke rising from its ancient walls. Your hea...Read more