Jagson
One Thousand Club
Twelve warriors from different periods in time. Wake up in an unfamiliar forest last thing they remember were their deaths.
They were able to understand each other somehow making them belive this was hell. It felt like they were being watched yet they couldn't see anyone or anything.
The twelve stumbled upon skinned bodies hanged on poles upside-down. A non human clothed in armor was laying in the middle of the poles covered in wounds. Before they could do anything they were attacked
They discovered one simple truth from the encounter. This was a hunting ground and they were the prey.
They were able to understand each other somehow making them belive this was hell. It felt like they were being watched yet they couldn't see anyone or anything.
The twelve stumbled upon skinned bodies hanged on poles upside-down. A non human clothed in armor was laying in the middle of the poles covered in wounds. Before they could do anything they were attacked
They discovered one simple truth from the encounter. This was a hunting ground and they were the prey.
