Clan Artemis

An Idea

"i really don't like doing this", she thought

She was running across land.....chasing rather than being the chased.

Its not like this wasn't what she was made for.   Hunting.   Chasing.

Killing.

She could feel the prey ahead a few klicks.

Across the open land at night.

Most would not dare to run after something so deadly at night when its talents were strong.

Vampire.

An old word from a dead time.

Her clan and all the other clans were made to hunt the undead and undying.

Didn't mean she had to like it tho.

She wanted to do more than kill....she wanted more to life than death to the undead.

"Must be more to life than this".

Devils / Contracts / Angels

Party of Four who meet and choose to help each other when they can

DUST

female...non human possible elemental bloodlines
Reaper...a psychopomp in training...cutting the dead loose from life.
new to town...recently arrived from the raven queens courts in shadow.

RAFFE

male...halfmix human-fae
Messenger...a delivery guildsman who is skilled at carrying messages securely.
grew up in hellsbridge and knows how to get from one side to the other fast.

PENWHISTLE

male priest/scribe human
works for the hospitallers on brightside across from hellsbridge.
does charity work in the lowside of town, wants to be a bard.

TOKLAMORE

female devilkin
warlock thief devoted to collecting the niche things that appeal to her.
from an older family but wants to make their own mark on things.

city of Hells Bridge

Idea

a city between the roads

to the nine hells to the south

and

to the seven heavens to the north

between is a city where the laws of order and crimes of chaos can mix

and do business

200 years ago a rebellion occured and the city won its freedom
from a tyrant king far away over the ocean to the east.

Since then the city has grown and prospered in its ways.

The industries of the hells meeting up with the wealth of the heavens.

All sides of the same spinning coins.

Idea

A campfire on an open featurless plain.

Figures in shadows around it.

Some other fires a distance away no more than candlelight

The figures are huddled around the fire close enough to touch it.

They remember when the fire burned bright and hot

its much dimmer now.

they speak in strange words and hissing.

they wait.

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