Eisengaard
10-02-2004, 05:55
Steam flared up from a manhole, a swirling mass of water and heat, as a figure stepped through, clad in black, shadowed like the darkness that surrounds him. The clothing he wears is archaic, but the mannerisms is modern. He is all at once, a thing from the past, and a person within the present. Jet black hair streams down to his shoulders, dark grey eyes peer out into the night, taking in the sights of the city streets. He wears the vestments of what seem to be a priest, but instead of silk and velvet, they are leather, and steel. An amulet hangs about his neck, of an ancient order that still survives in the underworld of the now.
"I come for you now, My brethren of the night. Only the innocent and pure shall be spared my wrath. So I have sworn, so it will be done."
A hunter who hunts the hunters.... Why he does so is for his own reasons, but faith sustains those who believe....
"I come for you now, My brethren of the night. Only the innocent and pure shall be spared my wrath. So I have sworn, so it will be done."
A hunter who hunts the hunters.... Why he does so is for his own reasons, but faith sustains those who believe....