Masters of the Hunt: The Summoning

By Derek Marcoux (sardonax@hotmail.com)

Prelude

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you stare at her. Your sister, the one you've teased since birth. Her coffin is pretty, with pink lace inside, and a deep mahogany finish. You rember the feeling you got, right before the police phoned your parents. Anxiety, something was dreadfully wrong. She was killed by some loser. When the cops found her, she had traces of semen inside her. You vomited when the coronor told you she had been raped after she was murdered. Reaching down, you kiss her cheek, then lightly touch her painted lips. Fighting back the tears and losing, you rush past your family. Your mother and wife reach out to you, but you brush them aside. "I gotta go ." You say hoarsely to your them. Walking as fast as you can, you leave the funeral home, and your sister.

Outside, you start walking, with your head down. It's dark, with only the moon and the streetlights to guide you. As you're mulling over your thoughts, a scream pierces the night. Turning to look at the direction it is coming from, you see an alley. You quietly walk over to the corner, and peer inside. You see two shapes, both deep in the surrounding shadows. One shape is on the ground.

You hear,"Stop fussin' bitch. ooh! your a lively one!" You slump down on the ground, as another wave of headaches hits. Closing your eyes from the pain, you see in your head your sister. She's lying there, clothes all torn off. Blood, everywhere. " John," She says." You must make sure whatever happened to me doesn't happen to another. Call the Hunt, john, call the..." The image is gone, in its stead are the two in front of you. The headaches which you've had since your sister's death suddenly disappear. They're replaced by an unnatural calm. Suddenly you know exactly what you must do...

"Hey, loser!" You yell.

The man, startled looks up. "What the...What the fuck are you?"

"I am the Master."You say, sprouting stag antlers and growing seven feet tall. "The Huntsman, and you? you are the hunt!"

Character Generation

Attributes: 7/5/3

Abilities: 13/9/5

Background: 5

Rage: As Auspice

Gnosis: 5

Willpower: 5

Gifts: Homid/Auspice/Wildhunt

Rank: As Auspice renown chart

Sin: The Huntsmen need an evil to hunt. Pick one sin(murder, rape, adultery (haha),suicide, etc. He can sense the greatest amount of that particular sin in a 10 mile rad. If he tries to avoid hunting it down, he suffers -1 on all rolls per day until he persues his enemy once again.

Freebie Points: 15

Totem: The Wild Hunt (see Werewolf: The Apocolypse for game mechanics)

Hounds summoned per rank: 2 hounds per rank, hounds are identical to hispo dire wolves.

The Forms

Homid: No change.

Huntsman: Str. +3, Dex. +2, Sta. +4, Man. = 0, App. = 0, Diff: 7. In this form, the master grows stag antlers, and grows to a height of 7'

Hound: Str. +2, Dex. +3, Sta. +4, Man. = 0, App. = 0, Diff: 7. In this form, the master becomes a huge black hound. His eyes and tongue become licks of green flame. The flames do no damage, but are unnerving.

Wild Hunt Gifts

Track the Hunted.html (Level 1)

Solid Path (Level 2)

Silver Antlers of the Stag (Level 3)

Spear of CuChulain (Level 4)

Avatar of the Huntsman (Level 5)