Join them.

Druuna nodded and agreed, knowing there was no way she could escape the men. They cheered and that night Druuna got the first of many tribal tattoos.

With her knowledge of the region, Druuna led the Oakwood tribe on a successful campaign of conquest across the area. One of her first missions was tricking the guards to leave their guns outside. The tribe slaughtered them all and the look of betrayal in Samuels eyes was nearly more than Druuna could take.

By the time they looted Greenport Druuna was used to that look, and seeing it on Walters face after they killed him and looted the Lusty mermaid didn’t bother her. Not much at least. That’s what she told herself.

Greenport; once a hub of trade that looked to be on the way towards bringing mankind back out of the dark ages, was sacked and burned to the ground. Human redevelopment has been set back hundreds of years, and Druuna has broken her oath to the Finders Guild.

As the aged barbarian queen Druuna breathed her last breath at the age of fifty-seven; she saw a vision. A glimmering woman upon a flat screen danced and her sad eyes made Druuna cry. The figure cried too, and blackness enveloped Druuna.

The wastelands are harsh and they do not show mercy. It makes people like itself, merciless and destructive. Druuna has become a bandit and her story ends here. Is this the right ending? Who can say? The choice was ultimately yours and you made it.