Winter of Devil's Mercy

[DainTrinity]

You find yourself in a world created to personify souls into corporeal forms. It was created by Devil's Mercy, a sentient being trapped in a sword.Many mysteries flow around the world, in a dream like state. Only two season's occur in this world, autumn and winter. Now the world is in the throes of winter. A few streets appear on the cold, snowy landscape. Softly lit streetlamps dot the streets. A thick forest of deadened trees grows on the edge of the village. Thick snow falls over the place, usually piling up on the roofs of the buildings. The world has many different laws and physics than ours. Time and space is purely relative, and can be ignored all together. This world is known to harbour bodiless people seeking refuge, others looking for eternal life, and many appear by mistake. The most important law is the effect on physical attacks: they can't affect any of the inhabitants.  

[DainTrinity]

Great wooden gates block the path into the world. A faceless man defends it. A sign sticks out beside him. Snow flakes drop onto the area, a clear blue sky telling of morning promises.

A Caution to All Who Will Listen:
Do not ever enter the buildings, exit the boundaries, or enter under false pretenses. Your existence is at jepeordy if you do. Also, material weapons with no sentimental value will not enter with you. They will disappear, then reappear when you leave.