Prologue I

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.

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