Tramik Adventures of Grendan Tramik.

It was a cold brisk winters night, everything was calm and relaxing. The skies clear as the stars shine brightly, the four moons high in the skies. One was almost full and at the highest peek of the sky, another was in middle way and only half was showing, as another trailed it with a crescent shape, and the last moon was further down the other side full bloom. It truly was a wondrous night in the realm of Altainia,  there was a slight wind in the air though it was light. Truly this was a perfect night, though one could think a calm before the storm. Sometimes the most quiet of all nights are the ones that riddle in deep horrors, and if you thought the same then you be correct.

Not long ago this night had a symphony of screams, from that of a women in pain. Somewhere in the town of Honaku the streets ran with blood. It ran like tiny streams in the cracks of the cobble stones, with its dark ruby shine from the lanterns shining off it. Truly a art work for a twisted morbid painter to paint, or for darker beings to admire. If you follow the streams up it would lead to a recently decease female body, in her life time she was probably a very beautiful lady. Though now you be lucky if you could tell she was a lady, as the body was mangled and ripped to shreds. Before death she had beautiful snow white skin and raven hair, kinda like ina  fairy tale. Though this fairy tale did not have a happy ending, as she laid to rest.

A black leather boot steps neck to what use to be a face of sorts. The person kneels over the body and would as one could tell admit last rites? It was dark and unsure for untrained eyes to tell, however it appeared to be a man. he had dirty medium length blonde hair. He also had a scruffy beard, wearing a dark brown leather duster, and leather pants. He had a three button gray cotton shirt, his eyes were blue and skin was fair. He had daggers strapped to his thighs and in his boots, also had a crossbow and throwing knives. This man was a hunter, and he seek what horrid creature did this to this poor, poor girl.

He would track the creature all the way to a church, and for some reason it seem that evil things are attracted to such places. You wouldn't think,but just look back to all stories you ever here, and you will see that all end up battling ina  church. Are we not taught that churches are Holy ground, and if that is true then why do battle of evil end up in these place of Holy? Are what we believe and think wrong, or do we not know the whole truth to churches and the terms of Holy grounds. Maybe they are not as Holy as we are lead to believe, as this evil thing was in the church itself. How this could be is undetermined, although a man once told us that if there is no belief in the church then it is no longer Holy ground. As this man says that the gods themselves will ignore the cries of this place and allow it to be consume by evil, thus said by Voltaire. A man whom seems to be a very wise man, or made he just knows what others do not and appears wise.

In any case our battle is here in this church abandon by the gods, for the man walks in and says "I come for you creature of darkness and most foul." and thus a laughter emitted through the gothic cathedral . "And who are you to pass judgment on me, you who are full of sin and evil. You who walks amoung evil and murders with the veil of 'doing works of the gods'?" speaks the dark voice of the creature. The man would then say "I am not here to pass judgment for it had been passed on you, I am only here to make sure you arrive to your judge on time." the man had a gruff voice. He was probably in his late twenties, or early thirties. The creature would come out of the light and chuckle "You who is nothing but dust, nothing but a speck on this realm. Would assume to being able to beat me?" it was much a mock. The man wasted no more time in word games, he would toss out his daggers. The creature would go to dodge, but gets nailed by one of the knives as it burned him. They were dipped in Holy water, and this man was very much a believer. The creature growled in pain and grabs a bench to throw at the man. The man leaps and would run up the bench that was in mid-air, pulling out his crossbow and shooting arrows at the creature. They were silver and coated with wolf's blood, the crossbow could shoot five arrows at a time. It was a mod one and this made the creature angry. He dodge the arrows, for an hour this little fight would go in. Each one taking hits and to stubborn to give up, although as fun as sucha  challenge was. It needed to end soon, the suns would be up and soon light would kiss the land again.

With this the creature would charge at the man blindly, a foolish move of a desperate creature. Sadly a failed attempt at that, as the man shoots and hits. The arrow or in this case bolts, would sore and plant through the chest with a crack sound of the rib cage breaking. Blood splats and oozes out, even coming out of the creatures mouth. Coating its fangs, it was a child....no abomination of the night. A stain on the Pureblood Vampire race name, it was a turned Vampire. A creature that not even the Purebloods would save as they had their chance to Yelled to the king and refuse, thus banished to death. The man took his dagger and cut off its head, thowing it out for the sun to punish. Walking out after doing his deed, this hunter was well known in this realm. For the hunters was a family, who hunt for generations and bared its name. This family was Tramik and the man Grendan, and proudly he makes his family to wipe out such evil from the realm.