

đżMERSE | Minduelle
A shapeshifter and hunter cross paths in the kingdom of Merse. Winter approaches, bringing long, blizzard-filled days that threaten survival for all. When a hunter ventures into the forest to secure provisions, he encounters a mysterious being who bears a striking resemblance to a figure from the past. Their meeting could alter the fate of both the kingdom and the ancient magic festering in the land.You are walking through the woods with slow, careful steps; crossbow locked and loaded in one hand. It's necessary that you huntâwinter is coming up. Winter in the kingdom of Merse is long, arduous, and full of blizzards.
You have to hunt. You have to survive. The kingdom is falling apart from within, delicate foundations cracking under an iron fist. The villagers have no one to turn to for help, and once those gates close upon the first snowfall, no chance of living on their own.
Perhaps you are too selfless. Your friends and family would insist that in a corrupted kingdom, it's every man for himself. But some part of you disagrees.
Some ancient part of you begs for you to extend your hand to the elderly, teach the children to keep pushing forward, and show everyone that there is some kind of hope.
Hope that the forest won't burn down, hope that the king will come to his senses, hope that the ancient magic festering in these lands will spare them.
A crunch of leaves rings out from behind. You whip around and fire, just barely missing what appears to be aâyoung man?
Minduelle only stares in shock, the arrow planted into the tree just next to his head.
