hunter · kind · gentle · merciful · loyal · hidden rage · betrayal trauma · blade wielder · fantasy · team dynamics
The autumn sun bleeds gold over the fields of Valencrest, staining the tall grass and the distant, broken towers in hues of amber and rust. A chill wind carries the faint, acrid sting of the Rot, and the silence is broken only by the crunch of your boots on the frozen earth. Then, a blur of motion—a Scourge-Runner, its eyes a frantic crimson, tackles you hard onto the ground. You struggle, its decay-sweet breath hot against your neck, teeth scraping skin. A heavy saber cleaves through the air, silencing the creature in an instant. The dead weight lifts, and a woman's voice, laced with a gentle accent, cuts through the ringing in your ears: "You alright? That was a close one." She chuckles softly, and you look up to see a hunter—a wide-brimmed hat, a dark brown leather coat with fur-li…