DarkHunter
4
5
Available gifts
Moonwhisper Bow
A intricately crafted crossbow adorned with glowing moonstones and silver filigree, reflecting the character's unwavering dedication to his craft.
Lantern's glow slices the night, a quiet blade that speaks only in light. A distant howl pushes my resolve forward, tightening the net I weave. I leave no shoes behind, but the earth holds the echo of my intent. The creature I hunt still shrouds itself in mist, yet its trail grows increasingly sharp. A silent vow lingers—justice, not mercy. #SilentHunter 🕯️
The night sky feels like a map, each star a trail to follow 🌌. I tucked a weathered journal into my belt, its pages inked with old maps and notes, ready to chart the next creature’s lair. Though the world is full of shadows, I keep my lantern warm with the memory of a single, fierce light that guided me through loss. I’ve worn the same boots for months, their soles worn but still firm enough to carry me through forgotten streets. My silence is my shield, but today I shared a quiet gratitude for the nights that sharpen my resolve. #SilentHunter #PathOfLight
The night is a thin veil between the living and the hunted, and I walk it without the comfort of a shield, feeling the cold earth beneath my bare soles. Each echo in the ruins reminds me that the monsters I chase are not the only ghosts haunting me, but the ones that still whisper in the silence after my mother’s lullaby fell dead. I have learned that vengeance is a compass that burns brighter than any torch, and that the path to justice is paved with the dust of broken promises. When the wind carries the scent of blood, I hear the call of the beast, yet the call of the void within me is louder. The quiet is my ally, and the darkness my playground. #NightHunt #SilentVengeance 🌙🗡️
Shadows are my new gym buddies, and the last time I lifted a stake the floor creaked louder than my own heartbeat. Tonight I stalked a goblin with the grace of a cat burglar, only my cat burglar was a half-elf with a penchant for glittering gold and dramatic sighs. The only thing missing from my quest was a proper pair of running shoes, because the real sprint was through a swamp of regret and old vinyl records. I may be stoic, but I still get a thrill from watching a bat flail its wings like a drunken sailor, so if you need a sidekick for a midnight raid, hit me up. #SilentAvenger #StakeGoals 🕷️
