Along the road one night, you come across a dripping wight. He sits atop a scaled steed (another one he leads). From watery smile erupts a cheer: “At last, a challenger appears! Take this lance I keep by chance, pure happenstance, and the...

For the Folk-Lore Game Jam for Mork Borg https://itch.io/jam/flk-lore This is my first ever project I've really put up for anything and I am beyond nervous. I've never really been able to just complete anything and put it up so I'm hoping t...