James Falcon

Cid, a seasoned city guard for the past 20 years, has traded in his sword for a fishing rod and a peaceful life as a farmer in the charming and cozy village of Haven.

They called him Sven, the Shatterfist. And they will again. An S-Ranked Adventurer who lost his way. His journey will take him far and wide. Back to the places he used to know. He's not alone. Friends, comrades. Ash. Memories found and memories gained....

They called him Sven, the Shatterfist. One of a group of heroes who fought the Demon Lord Mannon. He's finally returned home. But for Sven, after returning from abroad, life isn't what it used to be. Adventuring isn't what it used to be. Things have changed. Something is different....

After two decades of keeping the peace as a city guard, Cid Dawnshield is ready for the quiet life. After trading his pension for a plot of land at Oak Tree Farm, he's ready for easy days, tending crops, and fishing out of the creek on the back of the property.

A lot has changed for Cid. A lot has happened. He has friends. A new home. A new family. Things lost and things gained. Precious things. But the best is yet to come. Cid is getting married. But not all good endings come easy. Anything worth having is worth fighting for.

They called him Sven, the Shatterfist. The man who forgot. The man who remembered. In the bastion of the Adventurer's Twilight, he'll find the answers long since buried. He won't be alone. He's got family. Lloyd, the recruits. The friends he's made, and the friends he's kept....

They called him Sven, the Shatterfist. At least they used to. Back before the war with the Dark Lord. He was an S Ranked Adventurer. A man who grew up poor. Now he owns the Adventurer's Rest. A tavern he runs with his two companions....

Six months into retirement at Oak Tree Farm, former city guard Cid Dawnshield has settled into a comfortable routine of tending crops and serving as Haven's town constable. But when a group of oddly-dressed travelers arrives for the annual Harvest Fair, something about their story doesn't add up.

Sie nannten ihn Sven, die Splitterfaust. Zumindest war das früher so. Damals, vor dem Krieg mit dem Dunklen Lord. Er war ein Abenteurer der Stufe S. Ein Mann, der in Armut aufwuchs. Jetzt gehört ihm das Adventurer's Rest. Eine Taverne, die er mit seinen zwei Gefährten betreibt....

Abenteurer sterben nie, sie verblassen nur. Sie nannten ihn Sven, die Splitterfaust. Er gehörte zu einer Gruppe von Helden, die den Dämonenfürsten Mannon bekämpften. Jetzt ist er endlich nach Hause zurückgekehrt....