Osgar had heard of the Hunters of Albion and researched a lot about them, warrior men that scoured the lands of northern Europe hunting monsters. He did want to see one of their ruins during his trip, but this was a substantial alternative, especially with the amount of stuff that lined the walls of the room. There were paintings and tapestries depicting monsters and monster hunters battling to the death, bestiaries of monsters that they had catalogued during their time, and there was even a well preserved set of armour from the Deer clan of Bruce. But one painting caught Osgar’s attention in particular was one of a male red Deer Hunter. It was a Renaissance era painting of a Red Deer Hunter in some snowy woodland with an ominous shadow. The deer looked fierce to Osgar, but also quite handsome. Which made Osgar giggle a bit. However his giggling was cut short by a creaking sound that surprised Osgar. He turned around, startled to see the source of the noise. Seeing that though the museum was packed, the room he was in, was completely empty. He noticed nearby, one of the cabinets containing a Bestiary was open. Led by curiosity, Osgar went to investigate. The book itself was ancient looking, but still sturdy. Though he knew he should close the cabinet, and just continue on with his visit, he felt somewhat compelled to look into this book. Seeing that the coast was clear, he grabbed the book and brought it to a nearby seat. The title of the book was Rare and Legendary beasts; but the name of the Author seemed to be completely absent. The words were written in an older version of modern Albion. Still legible, but quite foreign. The book was very unusual, as it contained a variety of beasts that he did not recognise. It was also very explicit with the details of the ferocity and habbits of these mystical creatures. But as Osgar dove further and further into the book; the words, his mind began to swirl, and his head grew heavy. Something was off, a sentence began to burn in his mind. Fac me ite, tergum in Tempus. He began to whisper as he felt himself falling backwards. His eyes flickered quickly, blurring the world around him, and soon into complete darkness. Suddenly he felt his body crash into something soft and cold.He looked around. He could see that he was in a snow covered woodland. As he continued to scan his surrounding, he suddenly saw the Hunter from the painting.
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The story continues. This is the second image of a series I am doing with Osgar. Hope you all enjoy it. Cheers.
