The sky is aflame in rich oranges and reds as you walk into the city, the stench of death invades your nostrils with the utmost ferocity. Emanating from the freshly dead, half eaten corpses, rotting bodies, massive pools of curdled stale blackened blood. People rushing to leave slam your shoulders not caring who or what you are, they flee for their lives. The chaos you’d heard of is an understatement, the very sight of the blood drenched makes you want to wretch the contents of your stomach.
Gathering your nerve you continue your trek in the town as torches are light from the remaining populace to afraid to leave as the day dies and in its ashes the night is reborn. Scuttling all around you, you're not alone that much is obvious but they haven’t made their presence know. Watching you from a distance, studying this new figure who has entered ‘their’ city. As the night sets the howls and screaming victims become your music. The dance of death has begun as the watchful eyes make themselves known to you.
Your hunt now begins, your prey before you. Your life has lead up to this moment. To hunt the unnatural that prey upon mankind. Your training and previous hunts steel you for the moment ahead, ignoring the sweat trailing down your cheek as your weapons are readied. They lunge, you charge shaping your destiny.
Additional Notes: Any questions please feel free to ask me or if you have ideas please shoot them by me. If you want to see an additional creature or want to add information about the order by all means. I'm all for suggestions and ideas to make this enjoyable. I will be making a cs shortly.
Gathering your nerve you continue your trek in the town as torches are light from the remaining populace to afraid to leave as the day dies and in its ashes the night is reborn. Scuttling all around you, you're not alone that much is obvious but they haven’t made their presence know. Watching you from a distance, studying this new figure who has entered ‘their’ city. As the night sets the howls and screaming victims become your music. The dance of death has begun as the watchful eyes make themselves known to you.
Your hunt now begins, your prey before you. Your life has lead up to this moment. To hunt the unnatural that prey upon mankind. Your training and previous hunts steel you for the moment ahead, ignoring the sweat trailing down your cheek as your weapons are readied. They lunge, you charge shaping your destiny.
Additional Notes: Any questions please feel free to ask me or if you have ideas please shoot them by me. If you want to see an additional creature or want to add information about the order by all means. I'm all for suggestions and ideas to make this enjoyable. I will be making a cs shortly.
“Grand master A
I still remember the day you came to me detailing your order. Honestly I found them beyond silly when you spoke to me. Now my ignorance has claimed the best of me since I let your words fall on deaf ears as Paris is being destroyed and my people are being slaughtered by the same beast you forewarned me about. My people are being slaughtered like cattle, few remain here to scared to leave their own homes. Starving to death rather than leave. Taking your advice I have smelted all the silver in my vaults and put it to use for the army who is barely able to secure the royal palace, but those stores are dwindling fast as more of these creatures are coming. I’ve lost all my children, including the late queen to these beasts. If it would get rid of these creatures out of my domain I’d willingly sell my soul to the devil with no regrets. I beg you help me, I cannot last much longer. My domain and my sanity are both slipping. Help me, me please I beg you again… Please
King Francis VIII
I still remember the day you came to me detailing your order. Honestly I found them beyond silly when you spoke to me. Now my ignorance has claimed the best of me since I let your words fall on deaf ears as Paris is being destroyed and my people are being slaughtered by the same beast you forewarned me about. My people are being slaughtered like cattle, few remain here to scared to leave their own homes. Starving to death rather than leave. Taking your advice I have smelted all the silver in my vaults and put it to use for the army who is barely able to secure the royal palace, but those stores are dwindling fast as more of these creatures are coming. I’ve lost all my children, including the late queen to these beasts. If it would get rid of these creatures out of my domain I’d willingly sell my soul to the devil with no regrets. I beg you help me, I cannot last much longer. My domain and my sanity are both slipping. Help me, me please I beg you again… Please
King Francis VIII
"F or that's what you will be called now since you are receiving this letter and I am dead. I've named you as my successor, a dauntless task and one I regret giving in such perilous times. I attached the same letter I received from the French king, it details you what is happening here in Paris. It is much worse though. Wolves and vampires run rampant at night, witches and warlocks simply walking into houses taking newborn babes for their dark spells. Further more the sight of the Red Queen and the Silver Prince disturbs me to the bones. I think they're searching the catacombs for something, for what I don't know.There are other things I don't know how to describe, perhaps it is because I sit here dying as I write this. I hope you farewell and better luck than I had.
Sincerely
A"
Sincerely
A"
"Hunters of the Eternal Eye, I regret to inform you that our late grand master has perished in Paris. He has discovered the Tamas Alabart the Silver Prince ruler of the werewolves and the Red Queen Anna Druvia ruler of the vampires have been spotted. As we all know these two have killed countless members of our order, but also if these two forces are working together there is something desperately wrong. I've come to the conclusion they're searching for something, for what I do not know. Also witches, warlocks and other unknown entities. I have put for this issue that we are to go to Paris to combat this threat. While it might be our deaths we cannot stand idly by and let the world plunge to death without a fight. We can no longer stand in the darkness to protect mankind, we have to step to the light. With fortune may we stem this tide of darkness. Brothers and sisters of the eye let us but these beasts down with a zealous fervor that god himself will quake!
Grand Master
F"
Grand Master
F"
The emblem of these supernatural hunters is of two eyes one vertical and the other overlapping the first horizontally. Created by one of the early Byzantine Emperors after the assault on his person by supernatural beings. Which emperor founded the order is unknown but hooded figures were found after the seventh century . Designed to specifically counter that threat of entities that were deemed other worldly or demonic by the Catholic and Orthodox churches. Officially the order is a myth with no records, designed to keep the majority of the world blind to the truth that lurked among them. Among the common people their know as saints, saviors but also as madmen and murderers. The opinion is mixed on the hunters but most tend to lean to the latter as the believe what they hunt are nothing but myths.
The orders influence migrated from the Turkish/Balkan states into all of Europe, parts of of North Africa, Arabia and even as far to the eastern territories of India. Its members usually train hereditarily, from parent to child. But it isn’t uncommon for a hunter to train an apprentice of no blood relation. Otherwise their reaches of their order wouldn’t have spread so far, but trainees are chosen not by class but of their skill and ancestry. Most hunters have tainted blood, which gives to them their skill. Dismal traces are preferred but the stronger tainted blood the more leery other hunters are. The tainted origins could be from any aspect as it affects the hunter could be from vampiric, wolf or other origins. Pending on the hunters tainted ancestry directly correlates to their strengths. Strong tainted blood hunters are usually black sheep and are not apart of official order but records still kept of them, if they perform for a span over twenty years without any ‘disturbances’ they’re add to the official roster. But they are still under a close and scrutinous eye.
The training of individual hunters depends on their cultural and racial background, adding their own flare to a particular style. While technology has elevated giving way to blackpowder and possibly adding firearms to a hunter's arsenal, they still largely rely on melee weaponry. But it isn’t uncommon to see crossbows and even regular bows with silver heads. Upon apprenticeship members are tattoo'd with the orders symbol, small and unseen marks shown as proof to other members that they are a hunter.
The hierarchy or the hunters starts at its head with the Grand Master. Who has to be of noble birth or a member of the church that can house the current records and doings of the order and can press their concerns official while hiding their true motives, since it takes to power to motivate power. The Grand Master is also charged with hunting down black hunters that have gone off the grid, unofficial vigilantes and nobility when they turn. When new kings sprout the meet with them unofficially, detailing their order and swearing royalty to silence about the hunters. The only members able to declare a war, demanding hunters to combat a specific threat. Using only the first letter of their name as an identification. Hosting the master to coordinate events and mandate where hunters can be spared or deployed to.
Masters are secondary leading members of the hunters. Since membership is low there is one per country to handle the affairs in their domain. While the majority of masters are noble, not all are. Literacy is a must for these people so they can be low on the pole of power, but must be able to pool silver to other hunters by some sort of means. If a case is too severe, demanding or are unsure about the best course of action they refer to the grand master for guidance. Below them are the ranks of the hunters veterans and trainees alike.
Sages are the enigma the hunters order. They do not hunt but maintain the volumes of history regarding the order. Their tongues are cut from their mouth to silence them from ever talking. They're the only ones that know where all members of the order are, something the grand master himself/herself doesn't know.
The orders influence migrated from the Turkish/Balkan states into all of Europe, parts of of North Africa, Arabia and even as far to the eastern territories of India. Its members usually train hereditarily, from parent to child. But it isn’t uncommon for a hunter to train an apprentice of no blood relation. Otherwise their reaches of their order wouldn’t have spread so far, but trainees are chosen not by class but of their skill and ancestry. Most hunters have tainted blood, which gives to them their skill. Dismal traces are preferred but the stronger tainted blood the more leery other hunters are. The tainted origins could be from any aspect as it affects the hunter could be from vampiric, wolf or other origins. Pending on the hunters tainted ancestry directly correlates to their strengths. Strong tainted blood hunters are usually black sheep and are not apart of official order but records still kept of them, if they perform for a span over twenty years without any ‘disturbances’ they’re add to the official roster. But they are still under a close and scrutinous eye.
The training of individual hunters depends on their cultural and racial background, adding their own flare to a particular style. While technology has elevated giving way to blackpowder and possibly adding firearms to a hunter's arsenal, they still largely rely on melee weaponry. But it isn’t uncommon to see crossbows and even regular bows with silver heads. Upon apprenticeship members are tattoo'd with the orders symbol, small and unseen marks shown as proof to other members that they are a hunter.
The hierarchy or the hunters starts at its head with the Grand Master. Who has to be of noble birth or a member of the church that can house the current records and doings of the order and can press their concerns official while hiding their true motives, since it takes to power to motivate power. The Grand Master is also charged with hunting down black hunters that have gone off the grid, unofficial vigilantes and nobility when they turn. When new kings sprout the meet with them unofficially, detailing their order and swearing royalty to silence about the hunters. The only members able to declare a war, demanding hunters to combat a specific threat. Using only the first letter of their name as an identification. Hosting the master to coordinate events and mandate where hunters can be spared or deployed to.
Masters are secondary leading members of the hunters. Since membership is low there is one per country to handle the affairs in their domain. While the majority of masters are noble, not all are. Literacy is a must for these people so they can be low on the pole of power, but must be able to pool silver to other hunters by some sort of means. If a case is too severe, demanding or are unsure about the best course of action they refer to the grand master for guidance. Below them are the ranks of the hunters veterans and trainees alike.
Sages are the enigma the hunters order. They do not hunt but maintain the volumes of history regarding the order. Their tongues are cut from their mouth to silence them from ever talking. They're the only ones that know where all members of the order are, something the grand master himself/herself doesn't know.
Silver: Is the most lethal substance a hunter can wield. Used in all of his hunting weapons, from their bladed weapons to the flintlock balls. To wolves it singes the skin acting as a burning effect and keeps burning even if the creatures is dead, causing spasms making it more difficult for the beast to function. Vampires it acts much to the same effect but if they've fed it makes them wretch their stomach severely weakening them.
Wolves or aka Werewolves: Can live up to roughly thousand years given good conditions but no given wolf has lived that long other than their leader Tamas, who has lived up to 800 years Younger wolves only turn during of a night and lack the control of the older wolves that can turn when they see fit. They're able to stand on two legs if necessary but prefer to walk on four giving them their renowned speed. They only eat humans. Their hierarchy is loose save for several key leaders to keep packs in line and are subject to being replaced if another member kills them in a duel. Silver has a less of an effect on them while they have their human skin on but it does cause a rash on the skin. The strength of the individual wolf depends on the gravity of mark while he had been turn. Scratches tend to breed lowers wolves while bits and gashes breed stronger tougher wolves
Vampires: No they aren't the gods you see in the movies but are dangerous nonetheless. Their running speed is roughly around fifty miles an hour and the strength to rip a person in half, depending on long it's been since they've feed. Their feeding is relevant to everything, everything depends on how much they've ate. The more they've eaten the stronger and faster they can become. If they get away from silver or are poisoned by it they vampire in question has to gorge themselves in blood. Besides silver the sun is they only stalwart defense against the vampire race. Higher ranking vampires have crafted powerful trinkets worn as a ring or amulet of bronze, allowing them to walk freely in the light but severely dampen their skills to half of what it normally is. Vampire work in strict hierarchy, nothing is done without the higher ups approval. The age they can live to is questionable but the Red Queen Anna has lived 1200 years.
Vampires/Wolves: Hate each other like cats and dogs. They don't get along even their own blood is toxic to one another. But for some unknown reason they're working together at least on a surface level. Wolfsbane a crippling against to wolves causing severe arthritis like symptoms if it is ingested by humans. To vampires it is only a slightly bitter taste to ward of the beasts from their food source.
Witches and Warlocks: Witches are hideous beyond belief but they often maintain an aura of beauty to blend with crowds. While silver isn't lethal to them it does prevent their magic from affecting the hunter, but they still posses a raw strength to make them quite formidable. Their magics are in the form of curses that have lingering effects but can be quickened for faster results. Warlocks while similar to witches they don't actually wield that much magic but give way to a monstrous form that the church calls demons. They can be unearthly strong or fast but never both. Their own weakness is a pure black eye a foot in length somewhere on their body that has to be ripped out.
Black Hunters: Hunters of the eye that have succumbed to madness or have become infected by the very creatures that they swore to destroy. Normally hunters commit a ritual suicide if they become infected. Black hunters while exceedingly rare but have the potential to do irreparable damage. Their ideals and motive are their own but are hunted without mercy, even if they’re still loyal to the order.
Wolves or aka Werewolves: Can live up to roughly thousand years given good conditions but no given wolf has lived that long other than their leader Tamas, who has lived up to 800 years Younger wolves only turn during of a night and lack the control of the older wolves that can turn when they see fit. They're able to stand on two legs if necessary but prefer to walk on four giving them their renowned speed. They only eat humans. Their hierarchy is loose save for several key leaders to keep packs in line and are subject to being replaced if another member kills them in a duel. Silver has a less of an effect on them while they have their human skin on but it does cause a rash on the skin. The strength of the individual wolf depends on the gravity of mark while he had been turn. Scratches tend to breed lowers wolves while bits and gashes breed stronger tougher wolves
Vampires: No they aren't the gods you see in the movies but are dangerous nonetheless. Their running speed is roughly around fifty miles an hour and the strength to rip a person in half, depending on long it's been since they've feed. Their feeding is relevant to everything, everything depends on how much they've ate. The more they've eaten the stronger and faster they can become. If they get away from silver or are poisoned by it they vampire in question has to gorge themselves in blood. Besides silver the sun is they only stalwart defense against the vampire race. Higher ranking vampires have crafted powerful trinkets worn as a ring or amulet of bronze, allowing them to walk freely in the light but severely dampen their skills to half of what it normally is. Vampire work in strict hierarchy, nothing is done without the higher ups approval. The age they can live to is questionable but the Red Queen Anna has lived 1200 years.
Vampires/Wolves: Hate each other like cats and dogs. They don't get along even their own blood is toxic to one another. But for some unknown reason they're working together at least on a surface level. Wolfsbane a crippling against to wolves causing severe arthritis like symptoms if it is ingested by humans. To vampires it is only a slightly bitter taste to ward of the beasts from their food source.
Witches and Warlocks: Witches are hideous beyond belief but they often maintain an aura of beauty to blend with crowds. While silver isn't lethal to them it does prevent their magic from affecting the hunter, but they still posses a raw strength to make them quite formidable. Their magics are in the form of curses that have lingering effects but can be quickened for faster results. Warlocks while similar to witches they don't actually wield that much magic but give way to a monstrous form that the church calls demons. They can be unearthly strong or fast but never both. Their own weakness is a pure black eye a foot in length somewhere on their body that has to be ripped out.
Black Hunters: Hunters of the eye that have succumbed to madness or have become infected by the very creatures that they swore to destroy. Normally hunters commit a ritual suicide if they become infected. Black hunters while exceedingly rare but have the potential to do irreparable damage. Their ideals and motive are their own but are hunted without mercy, even if they’re still loyal to the order.
