Draconilian — Roleplayer Guild

A figure in a dark jacket creeped into the bar, it was already under the street and obscure, and known to be the place of ruffians and thieves, so if any police had been around surely the man would have been stopped and questioned. But there weren't, and he wasn't. Inside the bar was dimly lit at best, though it's usual denizens could see just fine. The jacket wearer stepped up the the bar counter and placed a jar in front of the bartender. "This one had to be contained." He mumbled, tapping on the side of the glass jar and shaking the grey dust inside "Got up every time after a few seconds. Quite a pain, know anything about this?" He asked. Behind the bar a red-eyed man eyed the jar and picked it up, apparently hefting it's weight. "Not too much, just heard there was a young gang going around recently, not the type who would need such... specific measures." He rasped quietly. "Nevertheless, I suppose I'll add it to the papers on the board, quite a bit of trouble if you can't even knock them down. You always do good work, but I hope this case won't give you too much trouble." He said, in a somewhat concerned tone. The man in the jacket looked around the room, gauging tonight's crowd. "I guess I'll just have to get some help then." He mumbled as the bartender went to write something down and post it on the board behind him. Blackbury is the quintessential city of adventure. It has the highest population of magic users, lycanthropes, vampires, and any other supernatural beings on Earth. Naturally, this gives it a vicious criminal underground, one that no police force could ever tame, thus the supernatural community has created a culture of bounty hunting and self policing. Most of them wish no harm on humanity, but certainly want to keep their existence a well kept secret. Most Hunters work through contracts, issued at various Supernatural-only locations, and a few work to manipulate the police force to keep things fully hidden. Tonight, a hit went out on a gang of vampires that sprung up, and it was quickly found that they do not follow the normal rules of their kind. Thus a team of hunters needs to be assembled, and quickly, before news gets out to humanity. Blackbury has remained relatively incident free for centuries, and it's shadow leaders would prefer to keep it that way.

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