Description
Hunting has been a primary form of occupation in the lands of Morgulia since intelligent creatures first crawled upright from their dank caves to stalk the dark forests and valleys of the land. This has not changed in the intervening millenia, only the number of different prey has expanded… Now there are monsters in the night to be hunted by those too scared and world weary to care if they live or die. Some even hunt down other people, uncaring of the reason, only that they are paid sufficient coin. Then, of course, there are the Boyars who ostensibly rule the lands who consider it their sole right to hunt down the beasts of the forests and accord themselves high honors for the best kill. These are, of course, not alone in hunting the night, and the chase is a dangerous endeavor at the best of times, but for those with the courage and skill, few acts are as thrilling. Indeed, some may even find it becoming an obsession...
With bandits threatening trade, thieves making off with riches, conspirators plotting the downfall of the Boyar houses, and even runaway youths seeking adventure in a land that will likely kill them, there are many reasons why those with the coin to do so would seek to employ specialists in the art of hunting down their fellow man. These “Manhunters” must be cold of heart, efficient, and completely lacking in morals beyond the fulfillment of their contracts. Those who are not quickly find themselves short of clients or, more likely, dead. Manhunters do not even care if the contract calls for their target to be brought back dead or alive, so long as the money is right.
For hundreds of years the Boyar houses have ruled the human realms virtually unchallenged. The centuries, in turn, have made the Boyars utterly arrogant, decadent, and corrupt. Still, they maintain some semblance of their, once noble, traditions if only in corrupted and decadent form. One of these traditions, the “Hunting Party”, stems from the days when they served directly under the Vampir, and they would accompany their undead lords in their “sport”. Now they hold the place of Lords and Ladies and parade through the night forests in decadent parody of true hunts. This is not to say that there is no danger, or that they do not kill in these parties. Indeed, their names and titles are of no aid to them in the wilderness and their keeps and estates are filled with the trophies that they have taken from their victims.
The wilderness is home to many horrors for the civilized communities; horrors both mundane and beyond human understanding. When those horrors inevitably begin to trouble the towns and villages, and those communities find that they cannot stop the creatures themselves, they turn to Viagasi. Viagasi are seemingly fearless, dead eyed individuals who have made it their life’s work to stalk the very monsters that stalk humanity. Why anyone would choose to do such a thing varies from person to person, but most assume that they either survived some tragedy or are soulless beasts themselves. Perhaps there is some truth to both assumptions.
The various models are from Monster Hunters: The Bog Hag, STL Miniatures, and Great Grimoire while the hanging bandit terrain is from Clay Cyanide. The rest of the background is a stock photo of a Carpathian cabin.
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