A world of fantasy hid a dark secret.

A man was set out to find vengeance for his wife and child.

Today, he finally finish his training from the hunter association's branch.

He knew for a fact that he alone will hunt any dark creatures at any prices.

He didn't hesitate and sold his land property for some petty golds.

Bought himself a crossbow along with some bolts made out of silver and 3 essential bottles of diluted holy water.

ACTION:

Melee Attack: +4 to hit, one creature. Hit: bolt damage. IF: Undead creature, +8 to Hit: effective damage.

ACTION:

Magic Attack (Low): +1 to hit, many creature. Hit: slash damage. IF: Undead creature, +20 to Hit: effective damage.

He got nothing to lose now.

Only he, himself could ease his rage in a battle against the dark creatures.

He waited, prudently and quietly until the darkness wave through the night. He had already cast the bait. He could only wait for the fish to bite.

From a corner of an intersection, there was a Weak Spawn. A weak spawn was low level spawn made from the spawn of a vampire.

A weak spawn was just a bit weaker than an average human. Their skin are rough to touch and are noticeably grey in the light. They are so weak that their limbs could be severed just by being touched by sunlight. A diluted bottle of holy water could instantly kill it.

HP (Hit Points): 9/12

Armor 3 (Natural Armor)

Attack Power: 3 Damage

STR 2

DEX 2

SPD 3

CON 3

INT 0

WIS 0

CHA 0

Senses: night vision

ACTION:

Claw: Melee Attack: +2 to hit, one creature. Hit: slashing damage. 

Fang: Melee Attack: +0 to hit, one creature. Hit: draining damage. Regen HP, dependant on damage.

Challenge 0 (100 XP)

He sneer at the weak spawn before him, but he did not let rage clouded his judgement. He waited with heated rage, waiting and waiting for one opening.

It did not take long for the weak spawn to fall for the blood patches on the trap bait. The instant after, he pulled the trigger of the crossbow. The bolt accurately hit the heart.

The weak spawn was still screeching and fumbling at it's best. He did not hestitate to release another bolt to and the mesery of the creature. The weak spawn turned to ash the instant the second bolt touches it.

+100XP

He did not even show any care nor pity. Still, his rage is still as powerful as ever. He patiently wait in the darkness of the night. Never to leave his position for his rage had never creases. He didn't know that he had unknowly become a bit stronger though just a bit.

It has been a month since the day he first hunted a weak spawn. He did not have any conceited thoughts nor any other thoughts that will cloud his mind. He had mindlessly hunt again and again, tiredlessly.

Weak spawn are easy to kill, two bolts would do the job. Over the month, he had already kill more than 50 weak spawns. Either by close combat, ambushed, or bolts. All weak spawns he encounter turned to ashes.

He begin to notice a strange fact over the month. He had become stronger, two times stronger, in fact. He can feel the strength flowing inside his body. He could easily sneak, react to incoming attacks, and brawl against a weak spawn unscathed.

However, he also noticed a strange fact. He could feel that he is onto a trail of something big, much bigger than he bargained for. He could find traces of a Spawn mostly known as a spawner. A spawner means a vampire and tonight is the night where he will find out.

Around mid-night, he had already investigate and pin point where the spawner will likely to appear. He had chosen a deserted alley in town. Chewing on a piece of jerkey for dinner, he waited.

Listening to the night howl, slient darkness, and bright moonlight. It was not long before a figure trailing down one way of the alley. It was a weak spawn.

He knew that something strange, how could a weak spawn be here. Judging just from reflection of the moonlight. the weak spawn was still fresh. A faint trail of blood could be seen on the neck.

He realized, the spawner is close. He had chosen the right place. He had really found the trail of a spawner. He felt elevated, but he felt this unknown instinct of danger.

Even with hatred in his heart, he refrained from killing the weak spawn before him. He instinctly knew that his action is not appropriated and something seems wrong. So he decided move in a different point-of-view from his current location.

Just when he got to his new location, from the point-of-view, he saw more shadows than he had expected. There, the spawner and including five weak spawns, closeby.

The spawner was one head higher than the weak spawns, had lean muscle, light grey coloration, and most noticiable it's ugly potato head. Another difference was the bald head of the spawner was covered by countless veins.

He was alarmed, his instinct was right. He studied in the hunter association before that a spawner are intelligent, but he did not expect it to be this intelligent. Just a brief hesitation and he had already gone with the wind.

He needs to be more prepared before he could fight against a normal spawner along with the weak spawns.

A spawner was not an easy opponent. Ever since the night he withdrew from battling it. He had been preparing for the eventual battle between him and the spawner.

For the whole next month, all of the things that he had done was preparing himself. Up till now, he had gathered hundreds of silver tipped bolts, 5 bottles of undiluted holy water, and 10 sliver knives.

ACTION:

Melee Attack: +2 to hit, one creature. Hit: physical damage. IF: Undead creature, +4 to Hit: effective damage.

ACTION:

Magic Attack (Low): +1 to hit, many creature. Hit: splash damage. IF: Undead creature, +40 to Hit: effective damage. IF: Splashed and nearby undead creature, +10 to Hit: effective damage.

Not to mention, he had set up many kind of traps along the alley. Tonight is the night where he will hunt the Spawn.

HP (Hit Points): 114/114

Armor 8 (Natural Armor)

Attack Power: 12 Damage

STR 12

DEX 6

SPD 4

CON 14

INT 8

WIS 4

CHA 2

Senses: night vision, danger instincts, slow reflex

ACTION:

Claw: Melee Attack: +8 to hit, one creature. Hit: slashing damage. 

Fang: Melee Attack: +3 to hit, one creature. Hit: draining damage. Regen HP, dependant on damage.

Challenge 4 (450 XP)

Back at the same alleyway, the alleyway that he first met the spawner. He had quietly waited for the night to come. He is now ready to destroy the spawner once and for all.

The sun slowly set, the night slowly creep over the town and finally darkness bleach the land. The dark creatures finally come out for their feast and a man is ready for a hunt.

As he waited into the middle of the night. Finally, he saw an opportunity. A fresh bait of a weak spawn. Behind around the corners was the spawner and weak spawns. Though, there are more than five dozens of them. The spawner seem to gain massive growth before their last meeting time.

After a quick self-check of all his items and weapons, he decided to wait no longer. He unhesitantly position himself before shooting two bolts at weak spawn. A bolt to the head and the other to the heart. The weak spawn turned to ashes without a struggle.

Just right after, he can see that the weak spawns are encroaching toward his position from multiple direction. Trying to flank him, but he had already strategically plan his escape routes. He lead the troupe of weak spawns toward the traps that he laid before hand.

However, the spawner was not in the group.

Of course, while he was leading them. He had killed multiples of them as well, by bolts. It was not long before he reach his destination.

Looking back, a small portion of the weak spawns became drifting ashes.

The trap was set like a cube. Only two wooden boards are set on the opposite of the sides. As for the rest, there is four piston springs connect each of the corners of the two board.. On the back of a wooden board, there is a tighten rope keeping the board from springing forward. As for the other wooden board, there are many holes. All of the holes were filled with silver tipped bolts.

As he went past a certain spot within the trap. He lightly took out a silver knife and swung it toward his left side. The knife easily cut through the rope that is keeping the panel of the board from swinging forward. The board spring forward and hit the other board that he silver tipped bolts.

*Thud!*

*Whooosh, Whooosh, Whooosh...

Thud, Thud, Thud...*

A volley of bolts came flying from the trap and two dozens of silver tipped bolts ran through the crowd of weak spawns. About half of the weak spawns turned to ashes. As for the other half, 15 of them contain injuries and the rest remain unscathed.

+750XP

The chase continue for the next half minute until he past another trap that he set. Like the last time, the trap were the same. As he past a certain distance, he threw another one of his silver knife.

*Thud!*

*Whooosh, Whooosh, Whooosh...

Thud, Thud, Thud...*

The second volley of bolts came and this time most of the weak spawns turns into ashes. There were only seven heavily injured weak spawns remaining and he is panting lightly.

+825XP

Turning to his point-of-view to the seven remaining weak spawns. He reload this crossbow and continue his cat-and-mouse marathon. It took him a few moment to eliminate the remaining weak spawns.

Too bad, the spawner was too smart. The spawner did not join in the raid of the weak spawns. The spawner must have escape after the first seeing the effects of the trap, but he did not care.

He had hunted down most of the weak spawns in a matter of less than an hour. Slowly, he went back to dismantle his traps and took away all of the bolts and crystallized cores on the ground. Then swiftly left the scene.

INFO:

Cores dropped from weak spawns. Can be sold for a few gold coins.