Shanadain

There’s a place in the forest where the shade welcomes you and the quiet promises a long-needed rest. Beneath the crooked branches, you settle in, not noticing how the forest around you has gone unusually still. It’s peaceful, but you can’t shake the feeling that this stillness has its own rules—and you’ll learn them when the time is right.

Suddenly, you feel the weight of unseen eyes on you, something hidden, watching your every move. The breeze shifts, soft at first, then quickens, carrying an unusual energy, as if the very air itself is alive. It stirs the leaves in a deliberate rhythm, and something moves just out of sight. Now it’s Shanadain’s turn to pass judgment: trickster to some, protector to others, and now, it’s your moment to face the verdict of the forest’s silent, watchful judge.