The interrogation grows more violent. A woman screams as someone strikes her across the face. Children sob behind their parents' backs. Whatever the Red Crown is searching for, they're not leaving witnesses behind. One of the townsfolk suddenly breaks and points northeast, his voice cracking with desperation. The armored soldier follows the man's gesture and barks an order. Three of his men immediately break away, heading in the direction the villager indicated. The remaining operatives maintai

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franco-belgian comics style mixed with 70´s oil pulp for AD&D illustrated by Andrew MacLean: the green knight Arthurian Lore Concept: vegetal helmet, armour, and weapons with their blueprint: sword, shield, helmet, plate, and all the package of a knight-errant

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Entendez-vous dans les campagnes Mugir ces féroces soldats ? Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes !