The Traders hunter group

The Traders

"What can I say. Sometimes you just need a partner for a hunt."

"Well. To begin. My name is Cain. Now if you're wondering who I am. I can say for certain that you would never be able to find that out, so don't think too hard on it and let me tell you. Cain Price. Established Black smith and rune maker. I also run the Trader's Post, this fine establishment you've found yourselves in. This Inn is what I suppose you can call our home base. But I'll explain more about it later. For now. Settle in. We've got a talk ahead of us." - Cain.

So you're a hunter of demons, vampires, werewolves, angels or anything in between? Good on you. Maybe you just started. Maybe you've been at the game for a while. Perhaps, you're one of those things yourself, but have no qualm hunting your fellow monster. Or perhaps you just have a connection to this particular world and would like a friend. The owner doesn't judge and they expect you don't judge a fellow Trader. Becoming a Trader isn't difficult. It's a matter of accepting that you need help. There isn't a goal or a end plan to being apart of the Trade. After all. The hunt is almost endless, but at least you can fight to the end alongside a pair of hands or three.

Rule 1: Being a Trader means you Trade your service for something in return. I find it's a good lesson to do and expect reward. Feel free to ignore this rule if you like, but don't come running to me when you don't get anything for killing a dragon without a horde.

Rule 2: Sparring is fine. You may spar, and the smith will even offer the tools needed for doing so, the room and the stations. But fighting is out of the question. Expect yourself thrown out of the establishment, and without care for where if you plan on starting a fight with your fellow Traders and then do so. And if you dare try to kill. Expect nothing good.

Rule 3: Don't mess with Jane or Mary. They don't have the same kind of restraint I may have.

MEMBERS

THE BASE:

The Traders have the Trading post. An Inn of moderate size, it contains two floors and a basement. The main hall is a large and spacious tavern like room with stairs at the back corners leading up into a hall of rooms and bathrooms. The main hall is set out like a old time tavern, tables and long wooden chairs, a bar that has what seems like endless drinks lining the walls. Some could be recognized, most would seem like relics of a past. A fire keeps the room lit nice and sharp, and modern technology almost seems gone. As for the basement. That contains the blacksmiths forge and other secrets.

As to the location of the Inn. That itself is a strange mystery. Truly, the Inn is a magical beast of it's own, able to appear in any empty lot as if it belonged, yet nearly invisible to any common eye but the ones who desire a Trader's skills. The Inn allows it's traders to move about the world, but it can only be at one place, which is why a Trader requires a invitation to call the Inn to them, less they never see it again.