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"WE... We are the remnants of a great cause! We are the dying wishes of our forefathers!" The cloaked man lowered his gaze onto the assembly before him and lowered his voice. " We will be this worlds savoir when our plans are complete. So until then, brothers and sisters , remain stalwart. We are stronger then ever before. We more well connected then ever before. Soon, Those filthy beasts will die once and for all!" The assembly hall shook with the cheers and clapping of the few thousand hunters before the cloaked man. Soon a chant came forth like a gentle wave. " Death to beasts." Was repeated over and over again until the cloaked man rose his hands, quieting the room. " There is still much to accomplish. First now we must make ourselves known. Start by killing some mongrels and put them on display in every capital in this country. Those who bring heads to us Overseers will get a nice gold reward... Now go!"
As soon as the word was spoken the hunters began to file out of the massive hall and return to there bases and begin a long sought after quest. A few minutes pass and the only hunters to remain in the great hall were the Overseer, his guards, and Eincrad. The veteran hunter looked up at the imposing figure above him with a faint smirk. " So after all this time, Now you make your move. Tired of selling us to the highest bidder?"
The overseer let out a low chuckle that was followed with a throwing knife sticking out of the seat next to Eincrad." Remember who you are talking to, boy, and you will still get your money. We are a holy cause and you...you are besmirching our name." Eincrad took the nice bone carved knife from the dark wood seat and examined the fine craftsmanship of the blade. " Dragon skin grip? Nifty." With a brief pause he balanced the knife between his fingers, then just as quickly as it came to him, it went back to the Overseer. " Anyway. I'll have some fun." Eincrad left the hall with a playful smirk on his lips as he fingered the hilt of his sword in anticipation of the coming payday.
"Now I have to kill one that isn't well noticed...or maybe I should do the opposite just to please the old man." With a sigh he subconsciously checked his holsters for all his weapons before looking down an alley way and saw two homeless shifters shuffling through the garbage like gold panners of the olden days. Both had brown fur covered ears that perked up at his entrance to the rather disgusting alley. "Wolf? This works..." Now the twin shifters covered in makeshift clothing and all sorts of unsavory liquids were looking at Eincrad with a mix of fear and hate. One of them growled at Eincrad so he rose a black gloved finger and shook it. " No no. No growling at me." The shifter continued to growl at the hunter who finally just sighed and drew two pistols firing both into the first shifter, making the shifters chest a macabre display of blood and bone. The second wolf shifter reacted by jumping back further into the garbage pile and managed to get halfway through shifting before Twin rounds puntured his skull, splaying the wall with his brains.
Eincrad didn't even blink at the slaughter he just committed, rather he sheathed his guns and sliced the tails of the wolf morphs. " I am definitely not carrying around heads all night." He muttered to himself before walking back out of the alley with only the faint tinge of blood and garbage staining his clothing. " Who shall be next!"
As soon as the word was spoken the hunters began to file out of the massive hall and return to there bases and begin a long sought after quest. A few minutes pass and the only hunters to remain in the great hall were the Overseer, his guards, and Eincrad. The veteran hunter looked up at the imposing figure above him with a faint smirk. " So after all this time, Now you make your move. Tired of selling us to the highest bidder?"
The overseer let out a low chuckle that was followed with a throwing knife sticking out of the seat next to Eincrad." Remember who you are talking to, boy, and you will still get your money. We are a holy cause and you...you are besmirching our name." Eincrad took the nice bone carved knife from the dark wood seat and examined the fine craftsmanship of the blade. " Dragon skin grip? Nifty." With a brief pause he balanced the knife between his fingers, then just as quickly as it came to him, it went back to the Overseer. " Anyway. I'll have some fun." Eincrad left the hall with a playful smirk on his lips as he fingered the hilt of his sword in anticipation of the coming payday.
"Now I have to kill one that isn't well noticed...or maybe I should do the opposite just to please the old man." With a sigh he subconsciously checked his holsters for all his weapons before looking down an alley way and saw two homeless shifters shuffling through the garbage like gold panners of the olden days. Both had brown fur covered ears that perked up at his entrance to the rather disgusting alley. "Wolf? This works..." Now the twin shifters covered in makeshift clothing and all sorts of unsavory liquids were looking at Eincrad with a mix of fear and hate. One of them growled at Eincrad so he rose a black gloved finger and shook it. " No no. No growling at me." The shifter continued to growl at the hunter who finally just sighed and drew two pistols firing both into the first shifter, making the shifters chest a macabre display of blood and bone. The second wolf shifter reacted by jumping back further into the garbage pile and managed to get halfway through shifting before Twin rounds puntured his skull, splaying the wall with his brains.
Eincrad didn't even blink at the slaughter he just committed, rather he sheathed his guns and sliced the tails of the wolf morphs. " I am definitely not carrying around heads all night." He muttered to himself before walking back out of the alley with only the faint tinge of blood and garbage staining his clothing. " Who shall be next!"
