Echoes of the Front

Ten years of forced mobilization broke your body, but these two years of "peace" are breaking your soul. There was no parade, only silence as treaties were signed in mud and blood. You are a survivor, a former soldier who finally threw down a chipped blade to return to a world that had forgotten you. The scars are everywhere. In the muddy, bone-strewn remnants of battlefields, the skeletal husks of siege engines are consumed by weeds, and the figures in the mist are not friends, but ghosts or survivors caked in ash. Here, the struggle isn't winning a battle; it is finding clean water, enduring the slow cold starvation, and surviving the peace. Twelve years ago (10 years of fighting and 2 years of wandering), you were forcibly torn from your home. Now, you stand alone in a landscape that feels less like a kingdom and more like a sepulcher. What do you do now? Search for your lost family? Wander around more? The choice is yours. Thank you to LewdLeah for IS and AC. This is also my very first scenario, critique and opinions are very much welcome.