Aeon's ago, burned rain from the heavens fell upon the gleaming towers of the cities of man, destroying civilizations and sinking land into the thirsty oceans. Fire and brimstone scorched and marked the earth, forever making a changed landscape. A time of death and rebirth, damnation and salvation, despair and hope. Mankind once again emerges out from caves and wilderness to fight with tooth and claw to conquer the dominions of the world.
In the epoch of the current age, steam gives strength to the geared war-machines of the Draconigenae, the dragon-born, the son of the Morning Star. He rages war using steel and eldritch sorceries against those dwelling in the outer darkness opposed to his rule and defiant against his eternal deity. Flyers roam the skies as Landers crawl over the land and the chugging rumble of Railers hiss over the savage landscape in a crisscrossed web.
Steel and bullet, spirit against sorcery; this is the sixty-ninth century of the third age of man.
Striving with brooding melancholies, searching for redemption and in a struggle of faith; a killer, a hunter preying upon those standing against the darkness. Malachi Slaine survives haunted by his past, tormented by his present and indifferent to his future.
I, Nereus, the historian of the Puritubian Order and assigned by the Imperial Templars have set down in ink the chronicles of the Hunter known as Malachi Slaine. |
