The Hunt for Merit: Winter is Coming

Chapter 1: The Call of the Kingslanding.

The banners of Kingslanding flapped in the dry wind as young lords and warriors gathered in the courtyard of Kingslanding. The sky was gray, heavy with the weight of an approaching winds. Lord stood atop the battlements, his gaze cold as the winter itself.

"War is here," he announced. "And with it, blood . We need men of true merit—fighters who can withstand the cold, hunt in the dark, and survive against enemies far deadlier than men. To prove yourselves, you will partake in the Merit Hunt."

Murmurs spread among the warriors. They knew what this meant. Deep in the woods, beyond the safety of Kingslanding, prowled creatures that even the bravest feared—shadowcats, direwolves, and worse things that the old tales spoke of. The challenge was clear: bring back the most fearsome kill, and earn a place among the defenders of the North.

Amoung the gathered men there was brave and fearless warrior named "Helsing" . He said to his fellows.

"I will return victorious," he promised

Chapter 2: Into the Frozen Wilds

The hunters rode out at dawn, their cloaks billowing behind them like ghosts. The cold bit at their skin, but none turned back.

Lord rode alongside Helsing, a stout but skilled warrior of White Harbor

"Shadowcats leave their marks on the trees," Lord Helsing, pointing to deep claw marks on the bark. "But something else is hunting here too…"

They found tracks in the snow—large, clawed footprints. Not a wolf. Not a bear. Something worse.

Then they heard the first scream.

Chapter 3: The First Kill

Riding swiftly toward the sound, they arrived at a gruesome scene. One of their fellow hunters, a knight from the Vale, lay dead—his chest ripped open, his blood steaming in the cold air. Standing over him was a shadowcat, its golden eyes glowing in the dim light.

Helsing acted first. He drew his bow and loosed an arrow. The beast snarled as the arrow struck its shoulder, but it did not fall. Instead, it leaped toward him with terrifying speed.

Waylan raised his greatsword just in time, slashing through the air. The shadowcat twisted mid-leap, avoiding the blow, and knocked Waylan to the ground. Its claws raked across his armor, leaving deep grooves.

Garrick moved like a whisper, his spear thrusting forward. The steel found flesh. The shadowcat yowled in agony as the spear pierced its side.

Edric didn’t hesitate. He drew his dagger and plunged it into the beast’s throat. Warm blood gushed onto the snow.

The beast twitched, then lay still.

The battle began. again as Lord helsing finds another target and killed him.

The first hit was good start and second one was lethal for him.

Chapter 4: Mistakes that should be prevented.

As the Lord Helsing was in the flow. He made a very big mistake for underestimating his opponents and tried to hit a bigger acccount then him which caused him to lose very hardly., but he didn't lose his courage and found another target and to recover from his loses he killed many enemies

this guy is one of them as Lord helsing was in a guilt of making a mistake. He drenched himself in blood of his enemies and flew over the map to find new targets and luck was on his side and he found new targets.

this time he was fully prepared for his attacks and he killed many people.

Chapter 6: Return to Winterfell

Bruised, bloodied, but victorious, the hunters made their way back to Kingslanding to our home.

The heads of the shadowcat and the shattered remains of the White Walker were presented before Lord of Kingslanding..

"You have done more than prove your merit," he declared. "You have shown the enemies what true warriors look like."

Helsing bowed his head. "We fight not for glory, but for survival."

Lord nodded. "War has come. And we will be ready."