Nerverion Journal

First Ever Script “Feudal Fangs”

This is my first full entry. For years I have scribbled half-formed ideas into notebooks, always leaving them to gather dust. Those fragments never left me; they circled like shadows, demanding I give them form. Now I begin. Feudal Fang is the first of these projects to step beyond the page.

What follows is both a design record and an opening script. It forms the foundation of a work where story, strategy, and vampiric duality collide.

User Interface and Core Systems

At the heart of Feudal Fang lies the Dynamic Avatar Compass. This mechanic visually represents the protagonist’s struggle between two natures. The compass shifts in response to choices made by the player:

• Toward the Beast (Vampire): Feral and predatory. They are defined by open feeding and rule through terror. Vampires reject the Church and accept the curse.
• Toward the Human (Saint): Calm, merciful, holy, defined by restraint, acts of compassion, support for peasants, and alignment with faith.
• Balanced State: Neither side dominant, a precarious tension symbolizing the constant internal struggle.

Supporting the compass are several systems that measure the health of the realm and the condition of the ruler:

• Governance: Diplomacy, military readiness, economic stability, and autonomy.
• Relations and Legitimacy: The acceptance of rule by nobles and people is crucial. The standing of the Church also holds significant weight. The favor of common folk is important. Additionally, the looming influence of the Ottoman Empire cannot be ignored.
• Vampiric Pressures: Hunger, secrecy, and fear — metrics that ensure the supernatural curse is never far from the surface.

Together, these systems create a layered framework where political maneuvering, social balance, and vampiric survival intertwine.

Script Overview – Prologue

The tale begins not with triumph, but with blood.

The rightful baron, father of the protagonist, is murdered in the dark of night. Whispers spread: some call it brigands, others name the uncle — a man hungry for power. Regardless of the truth, childhood ends in that moment.

The mother flees with what little she can carry, the sister clutches at her side, and the heir is torn from the burning halls. Across rivers and forests, the family escapes into Hungary. Exile is not a place of kinship or honor, but of endurance.

Return from Exile

News arrives one night in a Hungarian tavern: the usurper uncle lies dead. Childless, friendless, his line dies with him. The nobles of the homeland, unable to agree on a successor, summon the exiled heir back.

But what awaits is not the land that was lost. It is a fractured domain:

• The peasants are exhausted, broken by neglect.
• The nobles are divided, pursuing their own interests.
• The Ottoman Empire presses at the border, a constant threat.
• The Church observes, weighing the soul and legitimacy of the heir.
• And beneath it all, in the dark corners of the realm, something more sinister stirs.

The exile ends where the reign begins. Yet the crown returned is heavy, fragile, and shadowed by forces both human and monstrous.

One night, news arrives: the usurper uncle lies dead. Childless, friendless, his line ends with him. The nobles, unable to agree on a successor, reluctantly summon the heir home.

The homeland awaiting return is fractured: peasants are weary, nobles divided, the Ottomans press the border, and the Church watches closely. But political turmoil is not the only shadow.

The Turning Point

On the road home, the heir’s fate twists.

On your coronation feast, a hooded stranger approaches. Neither noble nor priest, their presence is heavy with an ancient weight. They speak of power buried in the land, of a lineage unfinished, of a crown too fragile for mortal hands. Then comes the offer — not in words, but in blood.

The stranger feeds their essence to the baron as a gift: a draught that is neither wine nor water but something darker, older. It burns, it chills, it changes. The body survives where it should fail. Hunger awakens where none had been before.

This vampirism is not random fate, nor savage ambush. It is a chosen inheritance, bestowed by forces that see in the heir a vessel worth filling.

When the baron awakens, the halls of home loom on the horizon. The nobles see an exiled baron returned; only the player knows the truth: the return is bound with vampirism. Hunger gnaws, secrecy becomes necessity, and fear becomes a weapon as much as a risk.

Feudal Fang now exists as more than scattered fragments. The systems of governance and duality are outlined, the opening narrative established, and the formative paths of the protagonist defined. What began with a murder and a flight into exile will grow into a reign that tests the balance between mercy and monstrosity.

This first entry closes with a foundation set. It includes a compass that charts the soul. It’s a world poised between faith and fear. Additionally, there is a ruler whose choices will decide the fate of a realm.

Long may be your reign.