It's a big world out there - A world full of fantastic creatures never seen before, never spied before, and never killed before.
Someone wants to change that.
Sir Brunswick is a hunter bored of his usual fare. He wants something better, something more interesting. He wants to kill the stuff of legends. A dragon! A phoenix! A hydra! But Sir Brunswick is just a man. He knows his limitations, and he knows that he's going to need help to make his own aspirations come true.
So you might have seen the signs posted outside of the taverns, "Sir Brunswick of Castle Poppinfresch is posting a callout to all hunters of the area! A goodly sum of money and the pride of the hunt to any and all gamesman. Anyone interested, meet in the castle courtyard in three night's time."
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NAME: Sir Brunswick
SEX: Male
AGE: 57
DESCRIPTION: A portly, noble looking man. He has aged, but tastefully so. A grey mustache curls around his upper lip, and similarly grey hair shows no signs of balding on his head. He wears a very British red coat with white pants and riding boots, as he is often seen on his stallion, Alfred. Occasionally wears a monocle to help his slight myopia.
EQUIPMENT: A bolt-action hunting rifle, good for medium-to-long distance shooting, devastating at short range. A hunting knife in case of an emergency. A small vial of opium, also in case of an emergency.
NECESSARY BIOGRAPHY: Born into nobility, his father was also a great gaming enthusiast just as he is. He taught him how to shoot a gun, and he taught him the thrill of the hunt. He carries on his father's tradition of Sunday hunting sessions without fail, every week.
ANYTHING ELSE: He looks like Teddy Roosevelt. Just saying.
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NAME: Nottsby
SEX: Male
AGE: 39
DESCRIPTION: A handsome man, very fit for his age. He is usually seen wearing his chain mail armor, but when he accompanies Sir Brunswick on his weekly hunts, he instead wears only a cloth shirt and pants and simple shoes. His hair drapes to his shoulders wildly, though he does his best to comb it up - when not on the prowl for game.
EQUIPMENT: When on the hunt, only a hunting knife.
NECESSARY BIOGRAPHY: Grew up in Castle Poppinfresch, became a guard, eventually rose to the title of Head Guard. Sir Brunswick greatly admires his skill at the hunt and insists that he accompanies him, to Nottsby's quiet delight. He seems to show a different side of himself out there in the forests...
ANYTHING ELSE: Nah.
And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.