Mistchaser's Journal #1

[p]Hello, Gyldhunters! Recently, we've received a lot of feedback from players hoping to learn more about the world of Mistfall Hunter. To meet that demand, we've created a new series: Mistchaser's Journal. This series features excerpts from the journals of members of the in-game organization, the "Mistchasers," offering a unique perspective to help you explore and better understand the lore of Mistfall Hunter.[/p][p]If there's anything about the game's world you'd like to know more about, feel free to leave a comment![/p][p][/p][p]\[Mistchaser Communication] Frode to Eric[/p][p][/p][p]Dear Eric,[/p][p]How are you? I haven't received any news from the south in a long time, so I can only hope those boastful Woodlings really managed to find you.[/p][p][/p][p]The situation in the north shows no signs of improvement. The Mistfall rages on, safe havens grow scarcer, and survivors are driven to flee in all directions. The strong are still exhausted from fleeing, while the feeble can do nothing but wait for death to arrive... Though, death might perhaps be a form of relief—one that those poor Gyldenized souls will never obtain. I've seen hordes of the Corroded emerge from the Gyldenmist, attacking the villages where they once lived. Their harrowing screams could chill even the bravest warriors. I have no strength to resist and can only flee miserably from one shelter to another.[/p][p]In moments like these, I can't help but envy your healthy body. When I died for the first time, I was already old and frail. Although I was fortunate enough to be resurrected by the priestess, I could no longer fight like I did in my youth, much less become a Gyldhunter. Thanks to your recommendation back then, after joining the Mistchasers, my old pen has been able to serve a small purpose in this apocalyptic world. Even if I can't venture out like you to chase the Gyldenmist and explore, I can write and record. As long as I have the strength, I'll keep writing, documenting the stories of this world, the experiences of the Mistchasers, and the deeds of Gyldhunters.[/p][p]Recently, Gyldenmist outbreaks at Brandrgarde have become increasingly frequent, with large numbers of Gyldhunters appearing nearby. Old friend, sometimes I can't help but wonder: does the Gyldenmist attract Gyldhunters, or do the Gyldhunters draw the Gyldenmist? I must warn you, these Gyldhunters can fill manpower gaps, but they don't like to operate collectively like we do, and sometimes even end up fighting among themselves. It's best to reach out to them individually. Regardless, we've finally gathered enough people to launch an investigation. A Mistchaser team is heading there, and my apprentice is among them.[/p][p][/p][p]Allow me to introduce my apprentice, Stinger. He is truly the bravest young man I've ever met. Years ago, I discovered him while staying with a small tribe. Stinger lost his parents to the Gyldenmist and grew up running through the woods, his curiosity and energy as boundless as a pine marten. The North values martial prowess, and few children show no interest in combat training. Stinger, however, was an exception. He had a sharp mind, quickly grasped arithmetic, and peppered everyone with endless questions about everything he saw—sometimes even I couldn't keep up. Unlike us, Stinger is not immortal. When I took him on as my apprentice, I never intended for him to join any exploration teams. But the boy couldn't sit still; he refused to be content with just doing paperwork at my side, so I had no choice but to let him go. I can feel that he has no fear of death—only curiosity about the Gyldenmist and a thirst for the unknown. He was born to be a Mistchaser. That said... his reckless nature still worries me. I pray to Kjernnos to protect this young man and keep him safe.[/p][p]Ah, I can't help rambling when it comes to him. I'll stop here for now. The Gyldenmist is approaching, and I need to move to the next shelter. Wishing you success in your operations down south.[/p][p][/p][p]Your friend, Frode[/p]