It was a dark and stormy night, the wind blowing a tempest of a storm, the lightning dark with the exception of an occasional flash of lightning. Thunder boomed with an intense roar that resembled a mighty lion that dared the Heavens to take this land from it. There was but one faint glow in the distance, in the town of Never-Deep, coming from the Tavern hall.

Within the wood and steel structure was a commotion to challenge that of the thunder. Fists were slamming upon tables and voices barked with the ferociousness of a rabid dog. Beneath all of this loud and noisy uproar, were the calmed voices of the owners, trying to quell the storm of anger and despair that was placed upon their Tavern.

“Please, understand that we are doing our best to find the three of them!” One of the maids shouted at a gargantuan hunter, wielding a massive broadsword upon his back. The maid hurried around in despair, on the verge of tears from this stressful situation. Ever since those three legendary hunters had gone on that mission, she had been working over-time and many people had been testing her nerves.

Walking into the Tavern with an aura of himself that began to silence the chaos like a gunshot, was none other than Vanix Drekenwing. He stood upright, a marvelous figure with a strange twinge in his looks that made even the most brutal and terrifying hunter’s shiver or turn away. The sound of his dragon-hide armor filled the quieted tavern with the screechy noise of iron rubbing against hide and more iron.

Several hunters stared to Vanix, some letting out a cough in a nervous tone. Everyone understood Vanix’s place in society, even in this small town that they lived in. He was a living legend to them, the only Gunslayer to ever defeat one of the legendary dragons, Lao-Shan Lung.

He was modeled as a dark angelic figure, spreading both life and death in his footsteps. It seemed now that his footsteps were within the Tavern of one of the smallest, yet most dangerous hunter outposts in the entire known world of Gaius.

“If it isn’t the legendary Gunslayer Vanix…” The Tavern-owner, an elderly, one eyed man who had long since given up his title of “Master Hunter” when he lost his right eye to a pack of creatures that resembled veloci-raptors.