Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180326222312

Acheron undoes the belt around his waist that holds his sword and sheath, he sets it against the table side and takes a seat at it. Meanwhile Armata is crouched at the hearth, and Alburn enters the cabin with an armful of chopped wood. He sets the old rotted chunks of timber next to the hearth. Alburn saunters over to the table and sits parallel from Acheron. The human hunter places his rifle and pistol on the table, leaving his sword strapped to his back.

“It’s Alburn. Names Alburn. As for the marksmanship, I’ve been sticking targets sense I was boy. The Vampiric Lord of Donshire one day caught a glimpse of me tagging targets. He told me I should serve the Vampire council as a Hunter. And well, here I am.” Alburn says while patting his rifle.