Page one of Hunter Shaun Belmont's Hunting Journal

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by Drakon69

by Drakon69

Words in italics are footnotes left by the hunter, they do go away eventually.
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Well... here it is... my first journal that will ever be read.
It's difficult to think about what to write so I'll just do a few small things.

Month one, day four, year sixteen hundred and fifty-seven.

I was apprenticed to a monster.
Hunter Argus Rommel was a horrible man who did terrible things to those he "saved" by ignoring them and their wounds, or even brutally killing them in cold blood.
I was given my first weapon, a saw cleaver, by him, so I must thank him for that.
He died a year before my final Conclave, and I am grateful for that because I have met the Old Man, as I fondly call Underblade Rane Belmont.
I have taken the Old Man's last name due to the kindness he has shown me, it is a shame he passed three days after my last Conclave, though I am grateful for the weapon he has left with me, a powerful Trick Weapon known as a Burial Blade, it has served me well in my few hunts so far, although one of our strongest hunters seems to have gone missing.
I hope he is found soon.

I have eaten a few things today, mainly coffee, some bread, a chicken leg, and a piece of soggy lettuce...

It wasn't a filling meal.