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The two have graduated to Tier 2! And look super happy about it dont they?! They havnt had to slog through swamp hell at all to make it there!

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As the bearface

Hunter Field Report, William T. Union
AHA Archives
Distant Dish Ears

It was around Arden Parish when I was sure I was dead. A Hive had made me retreat and while trying to smite the demon I stepped on a Leach. The squeal and green mucus over my boots had the Meathead charging at be immediately. With nowhere to go except into the Demon filled Water I clutched my Winfield and raised it up. At least I could have the beast brought down after I was cleaved in half. But then a loud crack sounded out as the raised Meatheads hand exploded. Large makeshift cleaver spinning into the water as the beast roared in pain. Shifting side to side as it tried to find me or where the shot came from. And within four seconds, myself seeing the flash as I wasn't only looking at the meathead I was showered with Leach fragments as the upper torso of the Monster was blasted open. The other Hunter was stood leaning against the tower on the roof.

Silhouetted against the afternoon sun as it shifted the long rifle it was holding toward the screaming Hive to remove that plague from this land too. Holding the rifle up by its back one handed as its other pulled out a large cartridge from somewhere. Its large ears were the first thing I spotted horizontal under its hat, as well as its long tail. A rodent then. Another loud crack signaling the end of the Hive as the other moved down the roof. I was wise in the moment to not point my now anemic feeling carbine at them as they climbed half down the ladder before hopping off and heading over. Rifle now diagonal across his back and Bornhiem held at its waist as it approached.

It was then I saw it wasn't a rodent but an Opossum. Looking very grim. I attempted to smile and greet my savior warmly before the pistols barrel was under my chin making me look up at the sky. The creature asked calmly for money, for saving my life.

All of us had heard the tales of the Hunters gone mad and seeing Humans and Monsters as the same so I tried, perhaps foolishly, to try and ask why.

All I got in return was the sound of the hammer clicking back and being told that 'so she can live'. I emptied my pockets and they stalked off into the forest.

I deliver this report to the AHA to warn them of this Opossum armed with a Sparks. I fear that they will move beyond robbing if they are not spoken too or dealt with.

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Hunter Field Report, Germaine R. Rogers
AHA Archives
Sighted Savagery

Salvation comes in many forms in our lives. Perhaps loving parents. A teacher at school that showed you how to love learning. Or your favorite pastor. But in my case it was a blood covered Bear yanking me from the burning Chapel of Madonna Noire. I had forgotten one of the first rules we learn during Initiation; Don't try to outrun an Immolator. Thankfully they were not enraged but being smacked and shoved by a screaming skeletal husk of a fellow is almost as bad. I had lost my Rival in the initial skirmish and was attempting to climb inside the Chapel to give myself some breathing room.

The smacking of my behind and pulling of my fluffy tail were not comforting this time. But once I finally rolled inside I heard the impact of something in the wood next to me. And the scream of the Immolator as it was set off. I would learn later another Hunter was trying to kill me with a Winfield Suppressed. The cad. My boots caught fire as I finally made it inside. And through my own screaming as I tried to pat out the fire and the screaming of the Immolator as it raced for the door I will in hindsight say I also heard the blast of a shotgun outside.

As the door was finally beaten into flaming splinters I had just managed to get my own fire out. And fumbled with my Nagant Revolver as the Beast charged screaming bloody murder. I will admit fault on my part as I did not pull the hammer back. Just yanked on the already bad trigger to no effect. But in the moment. In the moment I thought I was safe as a loud blast sounded out. Not from me however. But it was from the window as a long barrel with bayonet attached was pointing through it at the Immolator. Sending the Monster backwards before there was a deep kha-chunk and then another shell as it tried to rise.

But the fire was quickly spreading as a strong paw grabbed my outstretched wrist and pulled me up and backwards through the window. Into the jacketed chest and strong arms of a Bear that quickly backed up as the flames started to lick out the window. Setting me down he pumped his shotgun back before taking the shell from the lifter and returning it to the tube. Just nodding at him as he reloaded until he was done.

It was during that I noticed the Crow missing most of his beak and face behind the Bear. A suppressed Winfield on the ground in front of its outstretched arms. The bear holding the Specter across his chest as he nodded at me. Remarking that a lass like myself should be more careful. He even handed back my Rival before pointing to the forest. Telling me to leave his hunting ground. The eyes....his eyes were filled with resignation as he continued. Staying on his hunting ground meant that I was a potential target. Due to the fact that he saved my life I quickly agreed and looked down at my map to see where the extraction boat was moored. And when I looked up a very shifty looking Opossum was looting the Crows corpse behind the bear. A Bornheim out and pointed in my direction but the Bear didn't seem concerned. Remarking that it was time to go.

We three quickly parted ways with the bear leading the Opossum toward the church. I hope I don't run into those two again...

Description
The two have graduated to Tier 2! And look super happy about it dont they?! They havnt had to slog through swamp hell at all to make it there!

Done by the wonderful;
www.furaffinity.net/user/thing…

Featuring;
www.furaffinity.net/user/tukar…
As the bearface

Hunter Field Report, William T. Union
AHA Archives
Distant Dish Ears

It was around Arden Parish when I was sure I was dead. A Hive had made me retreat and while trying to smite the demon I stepped on a Leach. The squeal and green mucus over my boots had the Meathead charging at be immediately. With nowhere to go except into the Demon filled Water I clutched my Winfield and raised it up. At least I could have the beast brought down after I was cleaved in half. But then a loud crack sounded out as the raised Meatheads hand exploded. Large makeshift cleaver spinning into the water as the beast roared in pain. Shifting side to side as it tried to find me or where the shot came from. And within four seconds, myself seeing the flash as I wasn't only looking at the meathead I was showered with Leach fragments as the upper torso of the Monster was blasted open. The other Hunter was stood leaning against the tower on the roof.

Silhouetted against the afternoon sun as it shifted the long rifle it was holding toward the screaming Hive to remove that plague from this land too. Holding the rifle up by its back one handed as its other pulled out a large cartridge from somewhere. Its large ears were the first thing I spotted horizontal under its hat, as well as its long tail. A rodent then. Another loud crack signaling the end of the Hive as the other moved down the roof. I was wise in the moment to not point my now anemic feeling carbine at them as they climbed half down the ladder before hopping off and heading over. Rifle now diagonal across his back and Bornhiem held at its waist as it approached.

It was then I saw it wasn't a rodent but an Opossum. Looking very grim. I attempted to smile and greet my savior warmly before the pistols barrel was under my chin making me look up at the sky. The creature asked calmly for money, for saving my life.

All of us had heard the tales of the Hunters gone mad and seeing Humans and Monsters as the same so I tried, perhaps foolishly, to try and ask why.

All I got in return was the sound of the hammer clicking back and being told that 'so she can live'. I emptied my pockets and they stalked off into the forest.

I deliver this report to the AHA to warn them of this Opossum armed with a Sparks. I fear that they will move beyond robbing if they are not spoken too or dealt with.

----

Hunter Field Report, Germaine R. Rogers
AHA Archives
Sighted Savagery

Salvation comes in many forms in our lives. Perhaps loving parents. A teacher at school that showed you how to love learning. Or your favorite pastor. But in my case it was a blood covered Bear yanking me from the burning Chapel of Madonna Noire. I had forgotten one of the first rules we learn during Initiation; Don't try to outrun an Immolator. Thankfully they were not enraged but being smacked and shoved by a screaming skeletal husk of a fellow is almost as bad. I had lost my Rival in the initial skirmish and was attempting to climb inside the Chapel to give myself some breathing room.

The smacking of my behind and pulling of my fluffy tail were not comforting this time. But once I finally rolled inside I heard the impact of something in the wood next to me. And the scream of the Immolator as it was set off. I would learn later another Hunter was trying to kill me with a Winfield Suppressed. The cad. My boots caught fire as I finally made it inside. And through my own screaming as I tried to pat out the fire and the screaming of the Immolator as it raced for the door I will in hindsight say I also heard the blast of a shotgun outside.

As the door was finally beaten into flaming splinters I had just managed to get my own fire out. And fumbled with my Nagant Revolver as the Beast charged screaming bloody murder. I will admit fault on my part as I did not pull the hammer back. Just yanked on the already bad trigger to no effect. But in the moment. In the moment I thought I was safe as a loud blast sounded out. Not from me however. But it was from the window as a long barrel with bayonet attached was pointing through it at the Immolator. Sending the Monster backwards before there was a deep kha-chunk and then another shell as it tried to rise.

But the fire was quickly spreading as a strong paw grabbed my outstretched wrist and pulled me up and backwards through the window. Into the jacketed chest and strong arms of a Bear that quickly backed up as the flames started to lick out the window. Setting me down he pumped his shotgun back before taking the shell from the lifter and returning it to the tube. Just nodding at him as he reloaded until he was done.

It was during that I noticed the Crow missing most of his beak and face behind the Bear. A suppressed Winfield on the ground in front of its outstretched arms. The bear holding the Specter across his chest as he nodded at me. Remarking that a lass like myself should be more careful. He even handed back my Rival before pointing to the forest. Telling me to leave his hunting ground. The eyes....his eyes were filled with resignation as he continued. Staying on his hunting ground meant that I was a potential target. Due to the fact that he saved my life I quickly agreed and looked down at my map to see where the extraction boat was moored. And when I looked up a very shifty looking Opossum was looting the Crows corpse behind the bear. A Bornheim out and pointed in my direction but the Bear didn't seem concerned. Remarking that it was time to go.

We three quickly parted ways with the bear leading the Opossum toward the church. I hope I don't run into those two again...