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    CHARACTER STORY:

    HUNTER The world plunged into darkness.


    Beasts and monsters swarming just
    beyond the tenuous light of our
    settlements. What a time to be alive.

    Most choose to recoil from the dark, huddling to the warmth of their fires and the illusion of protection the crumbling
    walls provide. Others struggle against the darkness – pushing it back, forming a barrier to stop it from encroaching
    further. Me? I embrace it. Darkness brings monsters and killing monsters is what I am known for.

    It started innocently enough when I was a simple hunter in my village in the south. A particularly bulky boar here, a
    scar from taking down a bear there – you stay alive long enough with these stories and people start to recognize you.
    Then a winged deformity started frequenting the village snagging children – putting a spear through that brought me
    real fame. I liked it.

    Tasting the glory and profit that came from feats such as that I knew I would not stop. Following the Calamity there
    was no shortage of twisted beasts prowling the wilderness and I pledged to put them down. Long weeks were spent
    knee-deep in stinking mud, cutting myself on bladegrass in search of filthy monsters dwelling in the marshes. Stalking
    the treacherous mountain slopes to seek out and take down a griffin. I have done these things and have the trophies
    to prove it, yet I found the appreciation of such kills never went as far as I’d like. Nothing like that time I killed a
    monster that was threatening a village. I was good at this but being good wasn’t enough. I wanted people to know
    it, to value it, to be awed by my prowess.

    So, I decided to make things a little more interesting. Luring a couple of harpies out of their cliff nests to the vicini-
    ty of a trading post was not particularly hard. Soon, caravans started to suffer from the attacks as people plunged to
    their deaths, captivated by the bewitching songs. I remember the despair that hung around the trading post when I
    arrived – their livelihood was at stake. People grabbed my sleeves, begging to make it go away. A tip of the hat from
    me – that’s what I’m here for. Some poisoned bolts, some wax for the ears – not a difficult job. Back to the post with
    some feather trophies to the grateful crowd. Let the gossip and whispers of my deeds spread, the slayer of monsters
    is there to save those in need.

    Who’s to judge if sometimes the need is a little contrived? Morsels of food here, shiny trinkets there – each beast is
    drawn to their own prize. And with them they bring devastation and death. Good thing someone is there to put a stop
    to such horrors.

    And now this mining hamlet. Seems desperate enough as it is, but the legend must grow. I hear a cavern complex
    nearby is home to terrible beast of all manner. I’ll be the judge of that. Perhaps going alone is not wise – even with my
    skills I don’t wish to be be overly heroic. The hooded stranger in the tavern is seeking companions for an expedition –
    that will provide a suitable reason to venture down and scout out what kind of beasts dwell in these depths.

    Before this village can be saved – I need to stir up something to save it from.

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