Thread: Witchhunt

Conner strolled along the path leisurely as he was approaching the town. He didn't navigate using any maps, instead he relied on his intuition and knowledge of the countryside. He had roamed the lands for most of his adult life in search of witches. Conner, however, didn't do it for the hefty sum of money He hunted witches because of his hatred for them. When he was a child his family was brutally murdered by a crazed woman using ungodly magics. The woman shouted things about witches being the superior race and that humans should know their place. The witch told him these things and sent him out into the wild so he could tell everyone of what happened. Instead, Conner strengthened himself and never told anyone of the story. He knew why his family was killed, his father was one of the most famous witch hunters in the land. Before Conner left he had taken a few things with him His fathers serpent dagger , which was rumored to have killed more witches than the fires His dragonstone necklace that would alert him of magic users and finally a collar that he later found out was useful in binding witches to his will. It had been said that the witch hunter's blood was passed onto him because of his ability to conquer any witch that crossed him. The people adored and cheered for him because he gave humans a fighting chance in the war on the witches. The witches, however, despised him and tried their best to kill him but their plans always fell short. Conner ran a hand through his dark brown hair as he yawned and stretched his neck. He was tired and needed a good night sleep at an inn. His emerald green eyes widened a bit when the town came into view. He smiled briefly as he continued to walk into town. Sure he needed a good rest but he also needed a drink before anything else. Currently, he was on the hunt of a witch that was said to be spotted near the town. Unlike other witch hunters, Conner didn't do much 'hunting' because it seemed as if the witches would all eventually cross his path as if fate determined it. He didn't mind it though, he was always prepared and ready for a fight with a witch. As he walked into the tavern he got a weird feeling in his body. That feeling was usually associated with danger and he quickly went on alert. He looked around and saw many people sitting an drinking and a few eating. He walked over to a table and sat down while he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. A girl approached him and asked if he would like a drink. Aye, and make it a strong one. I need to clear me head. He said in a strong Irish accent as the woman simply nodded and walked off to get his drink. Connor pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He inhaled deeply and breathed it out. He watched as the smoke drifted through the tavern as if searching for something. It made a trail from his table leading to another table with a woman sitting alone. Conner looked down at his necklace and kept an eye on it in case it's color would change. He had a sure feeling that he knew what the woman was, but he needed conformation before making any decisions. The server returned with his drink and Conner sat back and took a big gulp as he kept a constant watch on the woman across the tavern.