Egbert stank to high heaven. The sewers were his transport from place to place, every time he emerged a band of mercenaries was sure to follow, his brother's connections and wealth at work. The sewers were still dangerous however, many ancients stalked these pipes, avoiding the sun, and people, as their appearance was no longer quite human. A sewer was not the best place to fight a vampire, ideal for their blood magic, bursts of speed or strength, and no way to avoid them. Sometimes they hardened their blood into spikes. However, a flame thrower got rid of these issues, as no vampire would run through a wall of fire to get a bit of blood. Years of killing vampires made Egbert just as good at killing humans, they were easier, they bled to death, they died when chopped in half. Mercenaries were tough, but a bit of tactics, and they were all dead. But it was enough of a hassle that Egbert avoided it.

He heard of William's invitation via the pocket of an electricity worker, who also happened to be a vampire. The man had kept the location of the town on a slip of paper in his breast pocket, and Egbert decided that meeting with other hunters might be a way to finally kill his brother. He travelled through the sewers as usual, following a blueprint of the sewers to find his way, although getting lost was inevitable.

He emerged from the sewers a day ago, and the village bothered him as soon as he arrived. The abandoned buildings were everywhere, the sewers didn't even fully reach it, he emerged in Maine, and had to rent a boat with what little money he had. He didn't mind anyone who arrived later, although the smell of rot from the vampires bothered him, they usually covered it up with perfume, but these hunting vampires seemed not to care. He stayed away from the newcomers, as he didn't want to get attached to people, lest they betray him. So he sat, staring into the ocean, thinking.


[i][color=9e0b0f][h1]"You haven't even seen half of what I can do, brother."[/h1][/color][/i]