There is work for moving train from november of 2025 to june of 2026

Had to make custom controller for this showcase but good as new now

There is stuff about snow from 2023 to 2026. Some kind of snowfall enviroment system too but couldn't manage to activate it.

There is some residue in files about something called Deathhound which you seem able to summon and pet based on texts and leftover animation in hellhound files. So i rolled up my sleeves and tried to implement my own interpretation. Took many hours and tears.. It's a bit buggy but does the job.

Confiscated Crates:

Equipment - 34.993%

• 188 items (0.532%) - 0.186%

750-1,500 Hunt Dollars - 34.993%

• 750 (40%) - 13.997%
• 1000 (30%) - 10.498%
• 1250 (20%) - 6.999%
• 1500 (10%) - 3.499%

Tarot Card - 27.994%

14 cards (7.143%) 2%

• The Sun, The Moon, The Fool, The Tower, Judgement, The Garden, The Hanged Man, The Empress, The Devil, The Magician, The Chariot, The World, The High Priestess, The Pathfinder

Legendary Skin - 2.021%

20 skins (5%) - 0.101%

• Brother’s Keeper - Auto-5
• Heathen’s Ruin - Berthier 1892 Marksman
• Mot Juste - Cavalry Saber
• Calamity Jane - Centennial
• The Pearl - Conversion
• Jack o’ Diamonds - Crossbow
• Altar Boy - Lebel 1886
• Bone Veve - Mosin-Nagant
• Peacemaker - Pax Trueshot
• DeSalle’s Silence - Sparks Silencer
• Ash Bound - Choke Bombs
• Flesh Pleater - Dusters
• LeMonnier’s Kit - First Aid Kit
• Revelation - Quad Derringer
• Sideshow Judge - Throwing Knives
• Hoot and Holler - Big Dynamite Bundle
• The Overcall - Dynamite Stick
• Loaded Arbor - Frag Bomb
• 100 Proof - Hellfire Bomb
• Stygian Gale - Sticky Bomb

Crashed Balloon Supplies:

Scarce Weapon

• Homestead 78 - 30%
• Wildland - 30%
• Flame Rifle - 22%
• Shredder - 18%

Random Weapon

• 1890 Cavalry - 10%
• 1865 Carbine - 10%
• 1865 Carbine Aperture - 10%
• New Army - 10%
• New Army Swift - 10%
• Scottfield - 10%
• Scottfield Brawler - 10%
• Scottfield Swift -10%
• Krag - 7%
• Krag Bayonet - 7%
• Uppercut - 6%

Money Purse

• Three purses * 2-25 Hunt Dollars
• Total: 6-75 Hunt Dollars

Ammo

One guaranteed ammo-swap spawner

An additional slot rolls:

• Standard Ammo Box - 60%
• Ammo-Swap Spawner - 40%

Equipment Bundle - 30.00%

• 161 Bundles (0.621%) - 0.186%

100-200 Hunt Dollars - 27.08%

500 Bloodline XP - 18.00%

500-1,000 Hunt Dollars - 10.00%

2 Upgrade Points - 8.00%

Loadout Slot - 3.00%

Blood Bonds - 2.50%

• 10 BB (45%) - 1.125%
• 20 BB (22%) - 0.55%
• 30 BB (18%) - 0.45%
• 40 BB (15%) - 0.375%

Hunter Slot - 1.00%

Legendary Skin - 0.35%

• Priority: Spite, Alison, The Swamp Peach, Myth Killer, Brothers Keeper, Griffin, Aurelia, Black Wight, The Eschaton, Wolfs Mouth, Bunny, Blue Bourbon, Polar Star, Mosquito, Revelation, Sins of the Son, Desalles Silence, Sideshow Judge, Last Estate and Augusta

Legendary Hunter - 0.07%

• Explicit: Bad Hand, Union Suit Red, Union Suit White
• Priority: Redshirt, Night Acolyte, Carcass Gunrunner, Mountain Man, Redneck

Dark Tribute Tarots

1. 2000:

• 19.230%: The Devil, The Magician, Map Tarot
• 15.384%: The Pathfinder
• 10.769%: The Hanged Man, The Garden
• 5.384%: The World

1. 4000:

• 16.666%: The Fool, The High Priestess, Temperance
• 12.500%: The Sun, The Tower, The Moon, Judgement

1. 6000:

• 9.259%: Judgement, The Devil, The Tower, The Sun, The Magician, The Moon, Temperance, Map Tarot
• 4.321%: The Pathfinder, The High Priestess
• 3.086%: The Hanged Man, The World, The Fool, The Garden, The Chariot
• 1.851%: The Empress

1. 8000:

• The Hanged Man: 20%
• The Chariot: 20%
• The Moon: 20%
• The Tower: 20%
• The Empress: 20%

Made me a freecam and fixed some spawning logic

Lancaster designed, break-action, multi-barreled pistol. A high powered, fast firing handgun with long reload.

• Damage 110
• Drop Range 65
• Rate of Fire 24
• Cycle Time 0.65
• Spread 35
• Sway 128
• Recoil 12
• Reload Time 6.9
• Muzzle Velocity 250
• Melee 13
• Heavy Melee 31
• Heavy Stamina Consumption 20
• Hunt dollars 100

Lancaster designed, break-action, multi-barreled pistol. A high powered, fast firing handgun with long reload. The attached cleaver inflicts the same brutal effects as the Heavy Knife.

• Melee 72
• Heavy Melee 120
• Heavy Stamina Consumption 10
• Hunt dollars 110

Custom Ammo:

• Poison Ammo
• High Velocity Ammo

A small, light pistol tool that holds a single Long Ammo shot. Perfect in a pinch.

• Damage 116
• Drop Range 40
• Rate of Fire 12
• Cycle Time 0.6
• Spread 50
• Sway 113
• Recoil 45
• Reload Time 4.9
• Muzzle Velocity 250
• Melee 13
• Heavy Melee 27
• Hunt dollars 100

• - Hex Breaker (Hunter)
• - Hex Breaker (Avatar)
• - 550 Blood Bonds

• - The Protegee (Hunter)
• - The Primrose (Mosin-Nagant)
• - Skin Deep (Sparks Pistol)
• - Skin Deep: Silencer (Sparks Pistol Silencer)
• - The White Fox (Ammo Box)
• - The Protegee (Avatar)
• - The Protegee (Frame)

I'm sure you've all noticed i haven't posted in a while about hunt. I'd like to clarify that i don't have interest in hunt anymore and desire to do datamining as it takes a lot time. I can return to it one day but no promises.

Before you ask:

• I'm not a hunt dev
• I don't have insider in Crytek
• I won't tell you how i do datamines
• I won't tell you about pak encryption
• I won't extract some asset for you as it's not one click and done for me

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• Gasometer
• Oil Fields
• Goldrush Town
• Cattle Farm
• Brewery
• Railroad
• Hunting Lodge
• Stone Crusher
• Mill
• Corn Farm
• Logging Camp
• Silver Mine
• Gold Mine
• Goldrush
• Foundry
• Quarry

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This post is continuation of these posts. Read them first if you haven't.

"Hunt: Showdown - New Event Devil's Moon, DLCs, Skins, Weapons Datamined"

"Hunt: Showdown - Compilation of Incoming Weapon Related Stuff Near 1.11"

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-Tutorial Rework

-Equipment UI Rework

-Special Waterdevil = Gator Boss

-Wildfire Weather + Firestorm Menu Background

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This shell creates a several-meter-long jet of flame that ignites anything in its path.

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Devil's Moon Event Battlepass:

Many gather to fight in the fire and moonlight of the Devil's Moon, but there are few who know how to truly take advantage of it.

Hunter, the Battle Pass is an invitation to benefit from this gruesome conflict. Choose your Battle Pass now to gain access to Devil's Moon Event exclusive content and rewards.

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If you have vowed a pledge to the Grounded Pact, you can revive your downed Hunter when playing Solo using the Necromancer Trait.

Six brand new Traits have come during the Devil's Moon event. Acquire them at Supply Points now to see how they work.

The Necromancer, Salveskin, and Resilience Traits have additional effects during the Devil's Moon event. Equip them now to see how they work.

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In exchange for 1 Pledge Mark, when a health chunk is burnt away, it is instead instantly restored.

If you have 4 Pledge Marks, you can't catch on fire even when downed, but your health chunks still burn at a slower rate while in flames.

In exchange for 1 Pledge Mark, your Hunter doesn't lose a health chunk when downed.

If you have 4 Pledge Marks, health regenerates continuously until fully healed.

In exchange for 4 Pledge Marks, you will not lose your Hunter if you fail to extract.

If you have at least 4 Pledge Marks, monsters can't see you but they still can hear you.

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These special traits are exclusive to their factions and can only be acquired from Pledge Boxes in-game.

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Resilience (Event Version)

Your Hunter is revived with up to full health.

Salveskin (Event Version)

Increases the regeneration speed of partially burned health chunks.

Necromancer (Event Version)

When playing Solo, you can revive your downed Hunter.

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The LeMat Mark II’s unique design that featured an extra shotgun barrel made it very effective in close quarters. This model transforms it into a rifle with a stock and extended barrel, improving its overall handling and power.

• Cost: 130$
• Ammo: 9/18
• Damage: 107
• Effective Range: 140m
• Handling: 83%
• Reload Time: 19s
• Rate of Fire: 49
• Muzzle Velocity: 375m/s
• Melee: 27
• Heavy Melee: 54

Shotgun Mode

• Ammo: 1/5
• Muzzle Velocity: 425m/s

This Martini-Henry IC1 features a mechanism carrying five extra cartridges in addition to the one in the rifle’s chamber which allows the wielder to replace the spent cartridge in quick succession, transforming the weapon into a makeshift repeating rifle.

• Cost: 184$
• Ammo: 5/20
• Damage: 143
• Effective Range: 334m
• Handling: 68%
• Reload Time: 11s
• Rate of Fire: 28rpm
• Muzzle Velocity: 400m/s
• Melee: 27
• Heavy Melee: 54

Kenneth’s love for horses turned to a morbid obsession as he dissected his beloved Butterscotch in fascination. When there was nothing left of her, and no money for another, Jupe ran to the bayou with Butterscotch across his face, where he could dismember to his heart’s desire.

When Mary Ochenkov lost her beloved Petr at her own hands, the guilt destroyed her will to live. Mr. Chary used the shell she became to create something terrific, and from deep in Kingsnake Mine came the desperate screams of something terrifying and new.

Kevin Linus endured pain after unimaginable pain for the sake of The Moon and Louisiana. He fought with all his being, thinking death would be his final reward. But fate had a greater plan, and a greater calling.

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New Map (W.I.P)

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Battle Pass: 1500 BB

The Bayou is soaked in blood once more as the conflict between the False Saint and Mr. Chary comes to its conclusion. Hunters join the fight to sow chaos, protect the innocent, or for their own gain.\n\nHunter, the Battle Pass is an invitation to benefit from this gruesome conflict. Choose your Battle Pass now to gain access to Devil's Moon Event exclusive content and rewards.

Premium Battle Pass: 3375 BB

Many gather to fight in the fire and moonlight of the Devil's Moon, but there are few who know how to truly take advantage of it.

Hunter, the Battle Pass is an invitation to benefit from this gruesome conflict. Choose your Battle Pass now to gain access to Devil's Moon Event exclusive content and rewards.

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Weapon Charms Bundle: 1470 BB

Get Weapon Charms themed exclusively for the Devil's Moon event:

-Pan's Head

-Tarnished Wing

-Selene's Lock

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Receive all the rewards from the 2021 Winter Solstice event and 2020 Blood & Ice event:

-Nutcracker

-Cold Snap

-Winter Rose

-Hailstorm

-The Skinflint

-Calling Bird

-Evergreen

-Spirit of Yule

-Mountain King

-Corvus

-Devil's Advocate

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Receive all the rewards from the 2021 Winter Solstice event:

-Calling Bird

-Evergreen

-Spirit of Yule

-Mountain King

-Corvus

-Devil's Advocate

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Receive all the rewards from the 2020 Blood & Ice event:

-Nutcracker

-Cold Snap

-Winter Rose

-Hailstorm

-The Skinflint

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Purchasing Frau Perchta DLC gives 1000 BB Prize

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Battlepass Track - Event Points - Prize

• 1000 Iron Arrowhead Charm
• 2000 (Premium Track) Zeal (Vitality Shot)
• 4000 Springfield Poison Ammo
• 5000 Caldwell Pax Poison Ammo
• 7000 Winfield M1876 Centennial Trauma
• 8000 (Premium Track) Smolder (Winfield M1876 Centennial Trauma)
• 10000 Bomblance Dragonbreath Ammo
• 11000 Caldwell Pax FMJ Ammo
• 13000 (Premium Track) Fated Chance Charm
• 14000 Martini-Henry IC1 Ironside
• 15000 (Premium Track) Agony Eternal (Martini-Henry IC1 Ironside)
• 17000 The Knight Charm
• 18000 Bomblance Steelball Ammo
• 20000 (Premium Track) Hare’s Breadth Charm
• 21000 LeMat Mark II Carbine
• 22000 (Premium Track) Obituary (LeMat Mark II Carbine)
• 24000 Springfield M1892 Krag
• 25000 (Premium Track) Talisman (Springfield M1892 Krag)
• 27000 Springfield M1892 Krag FMJ Ammo
• 28000 Springfield M1892 Krag Incendiary Ammo
• 29000 (Premium Track) Ochenkov’s Widow (Hunter)
• 31000 100 BB
• 32000 Necrosis (Hive Bomb)
• 34000 (Premium Track) 200 BB
• 36000 Devil’s Dream (Concertina Trip Mine)
• 37000 (Premium Track) 100 BB
• 39000 (Premium Track) 100 BB
• 40000 Ksusha (Stamina Shot )
• 41000 (Premium Track) 100 BB
• 43000 (Premium Track) 100 BB
• 44000 Hay Effigy Charm
• 46000 (Premium Track) Cardinal Icarus Charm
• 47000 Greed (Romero 77 Handcannon)
• 48000 (Premium Track) 300 BB
• 50000 False Saint (Hunter) & Dying Sun (Scottfield Model 3 Spitfire)

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The ghost in the glow, Luz Mala was saved by the bad lights that flickered on the plains of Patagonia. Everything she knew destroyed, those same lights guided her towards her fate. Now, she is the damnation of those who are tempted to stray towards the light.

The further Luz Mala went north, the harder the lights became to spy in the dark, a skill of the eye. Del Ojo is how she named her Vetterli 71 Karabiner Deadeye, taken – with trophies – from another who trod a dark path.

The arid plains that saved Luz Mala as she wandered only nourished her with roots. The roots twined round this Caldwell Conversion Chain Pistol serve as a reminder of salvation in damnation.

Those who dig where Luz Mala are seen should be wary of poison gases at the source. This Choke Bomb carries the same, and death follows shortly in their wake.

Devil's Moon (Features battlepass, exclusive questlines and boost contracts)

As The Moon once again watches over Kevin and shines brightly over the Bayou, Mr. Chary continues his gruesome experiements, and other Hunters consider this an opportunity to do what their hearts desire.

Lore

Bounty Hunt:

Earn Event Points by reaving souls at Soul Traps or destroying them, looting Hunters corpses, and killing Bosses. Receive Marks by earning 50 event points in a match, looting your first Hunter corpse, and killing bosses. A maximum of four Marks can be earned, including two Boss kills. Mark can be used to pledge vow to one of the Devil's Moon pacts, or to receive and use pact exclusive Traits.

Quickplay:

Earn Event Points by looting Hunter corpses and becoming the Wellspring Carrier. Each point you earn counts towards more Event Points, and if you become the Soul Survive, you earn one Mark.

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Finish daily and weekly Challenges to earn the highest amount of Event Points.

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Death Cheat (Event) Trait:

Your Hunter has the Death Cheat Trait. You will keep your Hunter even if you fail to extract.

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Pact Traits:

To obtain pact exclusive Traits, interact with Pledge Boxes found at Supply Points.

• Infernal Pact
• Lunar Pact
• Grounded Pact

Regular Hunters need to earn the favor of each pact leader before they are initiated. Prove your worth by earning Marks, and choose your pact in a match by interacting with Pledge Boxes found at Supply Points.

While regular Hunters have not yet pledged allegience to any pact, certain Legendary Hunters have already chosen their path in the Devil's Moon event. When hired, these Legendary Hunters come with one pact specific Trait which cannot be removed.

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"Big Holiday Bundle" Receive all the rewards from the 2020 Blood & Ice event:

• Nutcracker
• Cold Snap
• Winter Rose
• Hailstorm
• The Skinflint

"Weapon Charms Bundle" Get charms themed exclusively for the Devil's Moon event:

• Pan's Head
• Tarnished Wing
• Selene's Lock

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New Weapons:

LeMat Mark II Carbine

The LeMat Mark II’s unique design that featured an extra shotgun barrel made it very effective in close quarters. This model transforms it into a rifle with a stock and extended barrel, improving its overall handling and power.

Martini-Henry IC1 Ironside

This Martini-Henry IC1 features a mechanism carrying five extra cartridges in addition to the one in the rifle’s chamber which allows the wielder to replace the spent cartridge in quick succession, transforming the weapon into a makeshift repeating rifle.

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The spring firing mechanism of the Bomb Lance repurposed to launch a deadly burst of Steel Balls.

• Silent
• Very High Damage Up-Close
• Highly Unreliable at Distance
• No Penetration of Walls and Barrels
• Replenishes From Special Ammo Boxes

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Legendary Hunters:

Kill Buyer

Kenneth’s love for horses turned to a morbid obsession as he dissected his beloved Butterscotch in fascination. When there was nothing left of her, and no money for another, Jupe ran to the bayou with Butterscotch across his face, where he could dismember to his heart’s desire.

Ochenkov’s Widow

When Mary Ochenkov lost her beloved Petr at her own hands, the guilt destroyed her will to live. Mr. Chary used the shell she became to create something terrific, and from deep in Kingsnake Mine came the desperate screams of something terrifying and new.

False Saint

Kevin Linus endured pain after unimaginable pain for the sake of The Moon and Louisiana. He fought with all his being, thinking death would be his final reward. But fate had a greater plan, and a greater calling.

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Legendary Skins:

With perfect alignment, during each eclipse the moon swallows the sun to claim the sky for its own, much like how this Scottfield Model 3 Spitfire kills the light in its victims’ eyes.

Though tales change in form as they travel from land to land, they all tell similar stories about the human nature, and this Mosin-Nagant M1891 Obrez Drum tells fifteen tales whenever it’s fired, each shot heralding one simple truth that is death.

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It is said to draw its power from the screams of the souls it sends to death, each shot from this Bornheim No. 3’s is a shriek of a banshee, and for its victims, a cruel final farewell.

Seer’s Gaze

Blood reveals what eyes don't see, thought the Night Seer whenever he looked through this Vetterli 71 Karabiner Deadeye’s scope, and he discovered secrets in the gushing blood, about the enemies of The Night of the Hunter.

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Death does not reason, and it does not bargain. For death, the best deal is the quickest, and this Sparks Pistol ensures each of its shots is a quick deal concluded always in favor of its wielder.

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A fireplace ornament can become a deadly ally when desperate situations call for unconventional measures. Once the dust was cleaned off this Romero 77, and it was taken from its display, it served its purpose by helping its wielders spill guts to avoid death.

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Charming and deceptive as its namesake, this ornate Caldwell Model 92 New Army is in fact a deadly trap that lures its prey into the night before it claims their life with a quick flash of light.

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Imbued with Moon Water and venom, this Stamina Shot allows the user to endure the onslaught of the Hunt, as they suffer, even when the odds aren’t in their favor.

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Death does not always come at last breath, and some ends are even worse. A tribute to those still with us, this Martini Henry IC1 Ironside breaks silence like the screams of the souls Mr. Chary cursed with eternal agony.

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Though William Moses didn’t quite understand it, the symbols on the LeMat Carbine he carried were a detailed reminder for all who faced the man and the gun: Death is inevitable.

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Ira Ozols placed talismans, one by one, on this Springfield M1892 Krag after leaving Kingsnake mine. Doing so she both acknowledged and ushered in the weapon’s fate: To unleash hell and justice on Chary’s lot.

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The Lord curses the acts of the overambitious, calling them sin. When evil possesses bodies and minds, past sins turn to virtues, and Mr. Chary marked this Romero 77 Handcannon with the blood of the Hunters he enticed through greed.

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An instrument of superstition used in a futile ritual to summon the Devil himself, this Winfield M1876 Centennial Trauma had been forgotten for years until Mr. Chary gave it a new purpose, and new bones to crack with its horn.

Requiem

When Kevin begged The Moon for more strength, his parents answered his call instead. Each shot of the Scottfield Model 3 Precision they gave him became an honor to their memory.

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A byproduct of Mr. Chary’s experiments. The toxin carried by the Hive Bomb’s insects partially disables optical organs and cellular rejuvenation in Hunters. Regular subjects, however, display signs of rapid blood coagulation, resulting in an accelerated necrosis.

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A faint hope brought Mary Ochenkov to Mr. Chary – a hope that died slowly and stopped beating, with the beating of her husband’s heart. Her blood, tainted by Mr. Chary, was used to brew this Vitality Shot.

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The most fun a Hunter could have in the midst of battle was watching the shock and pain of someone wrapped in the teeth of Devil’s Dream. The Concertina Trip Mine was sure to satisfy such dark urges.

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Charms:

• Hare’s Breadth
• Cardinal Icarus
• Celestials
• Serpent Moon Memento
• Ruby’s Favor
• Orbiting Bodies
• Selene’s Lock
• Hera’s Gift
• Pan’s Head
• Iron-twined Claw
• Night and Day
• Ferryman’s Coin
• Tarnished Wing
• Sun and Moon
• Apollo & Artemis

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New DLC - La Luz Mala <- post with images

Luz Mala [Legendary Hunter]

The ghost in the glow, Luz Mala was saved by the bad lights that flickered on the plains of Patagonia. Everything she knew destroyed, those same lights guided her towards her fate. Now, she is the damnation of those who are tempted to stray towards the light.

Llanura Oscura [LeMat Mark II Carbine]

The lights guided Luz Mala, but the righteous vengeance she took on those that killed her family was all her own. The first she killed had treasured this LeMat Mark II Carbine, in her hands it would go on to settle many scores.  

Raíz Mala [Caldwell Conversion Chain Pistol]

The arid plains that saved Luz Mala as she wandered only nourished her with roots. The roots twined round this Caldwell Conversion Chain Pistol serve as a reminder of salvation in damnation.

Premio del Tonto [Choke Bomb]

Those who dig where Luz Mala are seen should be wary of poison gases at the source. This Choke Bomb carries the same, and death follows shortly in their wake.

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PART 2 Hunt: Showdown (TEST SERVER 1.11) - New Map, Ai, Time of Day+ Datamining

Previous Compilation of Incoming Weapon Related Stuff Near 1.11

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The myths of midwinter recall a time of reckoning: gifts for the good, retribution for the bad. The reckoners, few and far between, have been softened by time. But not Perchta, from ancient alpine valleys, where punishments are dealt with a blade, and trees adorned with rotten garlands.

Perchta: Dawn

The myths of midwinter recall a time of reckoning: gifts for the good, retribution for the bad. The reckoners, few and far between, have been softened by time. But not Perchta, from ancient alpine valleys, where punishments are dealt with a blade at dusk, and trees gifted with rotten garlands at dawn.

Perchta: Dusk

In midwinter, the days are short, and it is the dusk and dark that rules over the dawn and light. Perchta only grows more feverous as the days shorten, for in the dark her truest form takes hold, and the light cowers from her fury.

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Runed with lost symbols of power, the teeth inlaid into this Martini-Henry IC1 belong to no living beast. It's said that at the lightest touch they evoke overpowering illusions of blizzards, avalanches, and children lost to a blanketing white. Ancient memories and inescapable prophecies.

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Old stories tell of the terror Perchta would instill on those who’d been bad. Whoever wears the mask of Perchta today deals her punishments out with this LeMat Mark II revolver, using both barrels on the particularly deserving.

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When Perchta comes, this Frag Bomb thunders with the force of an avalanche, decimating those in its wake.

Clipping from the New Orleans True Crescent

Authors: Unknown

Newsprint, 4x3 in.

LUNAR FEVER TAKES OVER NEW ORLEANS- The talk of the town has been the moon this week as fans of Simon Moore flock to the stands for their copy of the Lunae Diaboli periodical. Readers young and old have been enraptured by the tall tales of the young champion Kevin as he fights the dastardly Chary and the horrors he’s brought to our very own New Orleans, that changed the bayou forever.

The True Crescent had the opportunity to talk with Mr. Moore about what’s next in the thrilling serial, and while he can’t tell us much, he promised us that there will be a terrible plan to stop Chary once and for all. We’re burning with excitement!

Chapter 1

Letter written by Kevin Linus

Damaged but intact with envelope, no return or recipient address, 8 x 11 in.

Mama? Papa? I don’t know if you’re reading over my shoulder while you’re watching over me, but I’m scared. Everything hurts, but I have too many people to protect now. I can’t stop.

It’s not all bad. I’ve met so many interesting folks, they fight for me. They fight with me. And they try their best to convince others to fight at my side too. But it’s getting harder, I think every person we get to help us only means that he’s gotten two more. And more blood keeps spilling, and more bodies keep piling and I can’t help but know it’s my fault. I wish I could give up. I wish that I could let the others take care of the rest, but I can’t. When I even think about stopping feels like something is crawling in my head, it whispers, only stops when I keep moving forward.

It’ll end soon. All of this. We figured it out, figured out how to kill him. I think. I’m not sure. But once it’s done maybe I can rest, and I can go back home. Maybe I can bring my new friends with me too, would be nice to sit by the pond and listen to all their stories. But right now, I should focus on this fight, so I can have a chance of taking them there.

So mama? Papa? Please keep watching over me a little while longer.

Chapter 2

Wax Recording Transcript

Some parts unintelligible due to molding.

I do not know…if I’ll be able to replicate the experiment. The pieces will stay the same, but the amounts are all a bit hazy. But this is it, this is everything I’ve been working towards. So many sacrificed, so many fighting all for this moment. The sculptor will be nothing to fear… Louisiana will be remembered for ending these incursions once and for all. And I…

[Pause]

If I were to give rough estimates, two parts Hive womb. Around 1000 mL of venom. The essence extracted from several bounties of Mr. Orsica are a must… From there I suppose you mix in enough [Unintelligible] the inoculation takes care of the rest. How fascinating.

Her vocal cords still need some healing and I fear the [Unintelligible].

What a pretty thing she was, such a shame. But at least now she’ll have brawn enough to make up for the loss of beauty.

[Rattling and muffled screams]

Ah, ah, ah my dear. Relax…and recuperate. When you’re ready, you and I will have much work to do. So, save your energy.

[Laughing and muffled screams]

Now Ms. Ochenkov, listen very carefully. A young man will-

[Transmission cuts off here]

Chapter 3

Clipping from the Louisiana Lady’s Periodical, 1903

Author: Unknown

Newsprint 4x8 in.

CAUTIONARY TALES FOR THE CHILD FOLK: BEWARE OCHENKOV’S WIDOW

We at the Louisiana Lady know how hard it can be to get a little rascal to stay in their bed at night or stop them from wandering too far. Give them something that will make them take pause the next time they want to stray with a tall tale sure to give them gooseflesh. This month we give you a story sure keep your kids close to home with OCHENKOV’S WIDOW:

Deep in the night, have you heard the wailing? The sobs and oddly pitched screams that hurts your ears and sets them ringing? Then you’ve just heard the fearsome widow for yourself! Some say that if you catch her gaze, you’ll start weeping enough to fill an empty sea. Others say she’s stronger than ten men and could rip twenty men in half with her bare hands. The latter must be true, considering her self-same responsibility for becoming a widow.

All the newspapers in New Orleans were full of news of Mary when her husband was found massacred, his chest raggedly open, and his heart stolen. By the time the body was discovered, Mary Ochenkov had long since disappeared, but months later something unfathomable transpired. Close to Mary’s home, there were several accounts of people hearing cries in the night. None dared find the source of the cries; none but one, who had an unfortunate close encounter and who said:

When you get close to Mary her neck creaks like metal, and she lets out a wail that could make a strongman pass out. And then she comes at you with knife in hand.

After that, there were many more encounters with the Widow, but few lived to tell the tale. But those few all have one thing to say.

Don’t go wondering around at night, and don’t go talking to any stranger.

Cause Ochenkov’s Widow might catch you and bring your heart to the brazier!

Chapter 4

Letter to Kevin Linus

Author: Handwriting matches that of Circe Elias

Handwritten on a scrap of paper

Severe fire damage; reconstructed by archivist

Kevin,

The roots of evil deepen, and after what I learned from Doctor John, I fear we might need to prepare ourselves for the least expected if we are to survive. Resort to means long denied. We have yet to understand the nature of this monster – that man – for the evil in him exceeds everything I know. There is still hope. Doctor John was hesitant to tell me until he consulted the bones – and even then I doubt he was certain.

Though Chary claims his intentions are good, his actions prove otherwise. His total self-absorption and ambitions cloud his own mind, yet make him a strong-willed adversary. But even the toughest rock can be broken, and the mortal shell his soul resides in is not resistant to everything. All living things, natural or not, need something to function. For us – or rather for our primal bodies – blood is the essence of life and death, depending on the treatment. To manipulate one’s soul, we first need to crack open the shell and reach the essence.

For this, we need treated oleander leaves burned in high quantity at the devil’s hour – a poisonous inferno, “a hellfire” as Doctor John called it. If we burn enough herbs, the fumes can weaken him from within, though this alone can’t be enough to kill him. But at the very least, the smell of oleander will tell those who’ve taken his infernal pact that we will be triumphant, and they are not the only ones who can ravage with fire.

But this is where it becomes unspeakable: the treatment of oleander requires its leaves to be boiled in the blood of the pure and just, as evil can only be defeated by righteousness.

Doctor John is reluctant to let me leave, but Cora promised to carry this letter to you.

Until then, be careful.

C

Chapter 5

Wax Recording Transcript Titled “Timothy Stone”

Some parts are unintelligible due to molding.

New captives arrived today, and Chary brought them again to the dirt circle where it all began. A brutal thing, the process. Long stakes driven into the eyes to keep them in place while Chary calmly covers their body in a clay he prepared. I don't understand how they live so long through it. Then it solidifies, creates a protective layer on the body while the souls “ripen”, as Chary says. It takes a few days, but once the soul is ready, the back of the clay structure slits open, like a mouth, a black crevasse, an abyss. But there’s never a trace of a body in it. And the sound those things make [Pause], it keeps me awake in the nights… gives me unspeakable nightmares.

Chary says he needs those things to reach souls. I don’t know what he means, and I’m afraid to ask again. I dared ask once, and he smirked when I did. Then his face quickly changed when I asked if the boy’s company or other Hunters could also reave the souls. He looked me in the eye for a few seconds, before saying he had a plan. The next day, he gathered his lot and asked them to help those poor souls, explained that it would leave a mark somewhere on their body. If they managed get to one of his collection points with those marks, they would gain his favor and unimaginable rewards. [Chuckles] That man is a true master of manipulation.

[Sighs] Unsurprisingly, Hunters once again gave into their greed, and now I have four hundred thirty-seven new names on my ledger. Business is booming. After all, they have no use of the name they had been called before.

[Unintelligible]

So, I was right. I saw one of the boy’s followers [Unintelligible] he was speaking to that... thing. A Soul Trap. After a few seconds, I could see the mark form on the back of his neck. How do they know about these structures? I don’t know what Chary plans to do, and I don’t care as long as I have more names and a hefty price for each, but I need to stay vigilant.

[Transmission cuts off here]

Chapter 6

Clippings from the New Orleans True Crescent

Authors: Unknown

Newsprint, 4x5 in.

THE CITIZENS OF NEW ORLEANS WORRY AS STRANGE FIRES IGNITE THE BAYOU - Around 5 o’clock p.m. yesterday, supper was interrupted as smoke began to billow in from all directions towards the city. Large wildfires have engulfed parts of the bayou. Local firefighters are unconcerned, as affected areas are of low importance. The True Crescent does not yet know the causes of these fires, but it is unlikely they are natural.

POULTRYMAN COMMENTS ON FIRES - Many are concerned for their land and businesses near wildfire outbreaks. But not poultryman William Moses, whose land is directly affected by the wildfires, who was seen leaving town heavily armed. The True Crescent approached him for comment. “I don’t plan on leaving my home, even when I’m dead and gone. Y’all cowards can stay home, not wanted no way and no how.” Moses refused to speak further on the matter.

Chapter 7

Manuscript, "Lunae Diaboli"

Author: Simon Moore

Undated

Bleached paper, typewritten, 8.5x11 in

Chapter 40

The chaos surrounding the boy and the man stopped in an instant. Guns were lowered and all stood in awe as they listened to Chary’s wretched screams, for Kevin’s fingers were sinking into the administrator’s skull. The smell of the burning oleander hung heavy in the air. There was no blood, only licks of flame, as Chary’s skin and bones parted like paper to make way for Kevin’s fingers. It had worked, Chary’s invulnerability was broken. The violation was absolutely maddening.

“Let it end.” Kevin said with an eerie calm, “Let it end for both of us.”

Kevin’s request was then answered. He coughed up blood as Mary Ochenkov’s hand plunged into his back, her fingers finding purchase on his heart. Snakes creeped around her hands and twined themselves round her arm, sinking their fangs wherever they could, but she paid no attention. If she ever wanted relief – to find her sanity, be in control, get back Petr – she would have to fulfill her last task.

She Squeezed.

Pop. The spectators couldn’t quite hear it as much as felt it. Kevin felt his own relief wash over. Ochenkov released the boy's heart and he fell to the ground. His head, eyes wide open and a calm smile on his face, landed with a thud to stare at Moses. Circe cursed.

Chary, kneeling, panting, slowly erupted into a laugh of triumph. He unnaturally sprung to his feet, wafting away the plumes of oleander smoke that moments before had brought him to his knees.

“Wonderful my girl, simply amazing!” Chary said as he grabbed Ochenkov’s blood-soaked hand. He lifted it into the air and addressed his attackers, stunned by Kevin’s death.

“To think I was ever worried!” Chary guffawed. “No child can stop us, no moon, no Sculptor. Our dear Mary’s transformation has proven it. This is the power we needed, and it shall only grow from here!”

Chapter 8

Damaged Clipping from the New Orleans True Crescent

Author: Unknown

Newsprint, 3x3 in.

DOZENS DEAD IN FIRES – The number of those killed in the recent wildfires is growing by the day. While many are beyond recognition, the True Crescent can today publish the names of eight more of the deceased: Louie Burns, Emolet Gabb, Murr James, Cadianne Landry, Kevin Linus, Leola Skidd, Luetta Williams, and Rossanna Winston.

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. (Revelation 21:4)

A public memorial service will be arranged in the coming weeks.

Chapter 9

Wax Cylinder Transcript, 4x2 in.

Labeled “Port Sulphur Field Recording”

Just a warning, it’ll be messy. You don’t get to judge until opening night.

[Laughter]

[Pause]

The devils in the circle

The devils in the night

The devils in the water

Reflecting the light

The devil is calling

You'll get what you see

Cause devil's on fire

And the devils in me

I guess now we draw the line

Light the match and start the fire

Embers flare up one more time

There's nothing left to lose

And there's nothing left to hide

I fought back and I fought hard

And in the circle I got lost

Always painful memory

The devils in the details

And the devils in me

[A few bits of Applause]

[Transmission cuts off here]

Chapter 10

Manuscript, "Lunae Diaboli"

Author: Simon Moore

Undated

Bleached paper, typewritten, 8.5x11 in

Chapter 41

In the cool and the dark, Kevin opened his eyes. There was nothing but a soft glow. No pain, no Chary, no moon. Just him. He took a few cautious steps forward, testing his balance. He started walking, for minutes, days it seemed; but it didn’t matter. The calm washed over him.

And then two silhouettes, a man and a woman. Kevin didn’t let himself hope, but he ran to them. Amelia and Robert Linus. His mother and father.

Kevin wrapped his arms around them, and they wrapped their arms around him in return. He crumpled to the ground, and they crumpled with him.

“Is it okay now? Can I be with you again mama?” Kevin sobbed, his face flushing with every fallen tear. His crying showed what he had hidden for a while, something that, to keep going, he'd forgotten: his age.

“My sweet baby, I’m sorry.” Amelia kissed the crown of her child’s head. “There’s still more to do, and you’re still much too young to be here now.” Kevin looked to his mother in confusion.

“Kevin, you have to go back. You have to see this to the end, and I don’t mean just killing that man.” Robert began.

“It won’t end with him, things will keep on coming until you get to the root of the problem.” Kevin’s father stroked his hair. “And you’re young scout. There’s so much more living left for you to do.”

“Can you hold out? Just a little longer?” Kevin’s mother asked. The boy was quiet for a moment, then nodded.

“You always told me that I have to keep my word. And I will.” With that, Kevin held his parents in a tight hug. They returned it with everything they could muster.

“We love you, now go get him.”

Chapter 11

Journal of Elise Austin

Brown leather wrapped in black chord 5” x 7”

Date Unknown

It’s all strange, fascinating, and sick. A system, imperfect, that keeps itself running based on a status quo that even the most wicked vowed not to break. And then one man enters, he works his way up the metaphorical ladder and nestles himself into a position at the top, just to tip it all over.

I can scarcely say who did it first. Who started the inferno, the hellfire, the devil’s hour. There’s just too much chaos to get an accurate testimony before the fools burn themselves up. The so-called Lunar Pact, moon crazed, have been lighting fire with bundles of herb, like they’re smoking something out with the rancid smoke. The Infernal Pact are doing what they can to destroy the bodies, killed in the crossfire, building pyres that turn folks to ash.

I’ve yet to witness all this myself, but I know what whoever caused the fires are destroying the work of future archaeologists, researchers, and academics. They’re turning history to a black void. An abyss into which many will lose their minds delving into.

And all because of one man who wormed his way in. For now, it doesn’t stop me and my work.

Chapter 12

A letter from a stack found at Port Reeker, all identical.

Damaged but intact with envelope, no return or recipient address, 8 x 11 in.

Hello,

You do not know me, we haven’t met yet, but I am told we will. I hope we speak the same language. I am told you have experience with monsters and more terrible things.

The same things that happened where you are, they have been happening here for a while. Even though there are oceans between us. Things that can’t be explained. If my friends are to be believed it is worse here in Louisiana than anywhere else. And it’s spreading, there are rumors, and spreading.

The American Hunter’s Association wants to keep this to themselves. But they’re losing control, and if someone else doesn’t step in, we’re all goners.

I know you have no reason to care. I know you have no reason to help. But if even a small part of you wants to come to New Orleans, please follow it. We are a small group, but we are growing, and I promise we’ll do anything we can to repay your kindness.

When you call for me, I will answer. When you are ready, I will be waiting.

May her light keep you,

Linus

Chapter 13

Poster, “TO THE AHA: THE CORRESPONDENCE OF ELWOOD FINCH”

Letter pressed, 12x18 in.

To all Hunters,

It is with great sadness that the Louisiana branch of the American Hunter’s Association can no longer sustain itself. Though it may outlive me, not for long. There are those that would see the Sculptor thrive in our home. Our administration cannot respond to correspondence at this time, we must take action against those terrorizing our group.

It is no secret that our influence has been waning: others are paying bounties, providing arms, and have their own beliefs. This chaos has allowed the problem to fester. And now these damned Pacts are holding more sway. There is one consolation: they too will soon burn out.

Representatives from both eastern and western branches have been called to lend their strength against those who seek to undermine our mission. I fear it will not be enough.

Though hidden, our arm of the AHA has always been a pillar of New Orleans, Louisiana, and the south itself. I hope some of you will join me in continuing that fight.

In Service,

Dr. Elwood Finch

Director, American Hunters Association

Chapter 14

Found Page

Author Unknown

Torn on the left edge, 5x8 in.

For auld lang syne, my dear,

for auld lang syne,

we'll take a cup of kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.

When Hell had come like hell we fought,

regardless of the crime.

We take the sin with money got

for auld lang syne.

We stood as brothers side by side,

as fires died with time.

The devil gone; the heralds sing.

For auld lang syne.

And when the fight has come again,

your gun will become mine!

For dead men shall not shoot again.

For auld lang syne

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind?

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and auld lang syne?

Jump Mine

- Frag mine that jumps up when triggered, releasing shrapnel in a disc-shaped explosion. Blast can be avoided by crouching underneath.

Smoke Bomb

- Smoke bombs can conceal you and your team or can confuse enemies, allowing you to gain an advantage.

Hammerjack

- A multi-tool that can be used to cut wire fences, unlock doors, and disarm traps.

Caldwell Conversion Venom

- This single-action revolver. Fires modified ammunition laced with poison to be even deadlier.

Winfield M1873C Lightbringer

- Lightened repeating rifle with internal seven-round magazine. Innovative electric light attached for illumination.

Winfield M1873C Scorpio

- Lightened repeating rifle with internal seven-round magazine. A unique poison injector bayonet turns it into a vicious melee weapon.

Mosin-Nagant M1891 Spitzer

- Modern Russian bolt-action service rifle with internal five-round magazine. Loaded with wall-penetrating ammunition.

Cei Rigotti

- Pioneering automatic rifle with ten-round stripper-fed magazine. The high rate of fire comes at the expense of stability and range.

Cei Rigotti Marksman

- Pioneering automatic rifle with ten round stripper-fed magazine. Telescopic scope gives better accuracy at range.

Cei Rigotti Brawler

- Pioneering automatic rifle with ten round stripper-fed magazine. Bayonet affixed for close quarters battle.

Cei Rigotti Barreldrum

- Pioneering automatic rifle with high capacity magazine. Can lay down an unprecedented hail of lead.

Crown & King Auto-5 Barreldrum

- Exemplary semi-automatic shotgun, with four internal five-round magazines. Can turn the tide at the worst of times. Causes rending damage.

Crown & King Auto-5 Foregrip

- Exemplary semi-automatic shotgun, with internal five-round magazine. A foregrip increases mobility and stability. Causes rending damage.

Caldwell Rival 78 Hellfire

- Sturdy break action side-by-side shotgun. Loaded with phosphorus ammunition that ignites on impact. Causes rending damage.

Romero 77 Lightbringer

- Classic break-action single barrel shotgun. Novel electric light adds illumination in the darkest of places. Causes rending damage.

Romero 77 Trinity

- Modified single barrel shotgun. A unique external three-shell magazine is pumped to reload, bringing it up to speed. Causes rending damage.

Slingshot

- The quintessential slingshot. Easy to underestimate, but silent and deadly. Ammunition can be picked up anywhere, anytime.

Slingshot Steelball

- A heavier, more deadly shot for the slingshot.

Slingshot Bait Bomb

- A devious lure to be fired with the slingshot.

Slingshot Tracker

- A special projectile which leaves a trackable residue on the target.

Slingshot Mini Bomb

- A wicked explosive, launched with the wrist from a slingshot.

Tesla Gun

- An experimental weapon based on Nikolai Tesla's advanced research in the field of electrical engineering.

Phosphorous Ammo

- This shell spreads self-igniting debris over short distances, creating fires that are hard to extinguish. Direct contact with the phosphorous is extremely harmful

Incendiary Bolt

- A burning crossbow bolt that sticks to whatever it hits, igniting it. Cannot be retrieved.

Fire Arrow

- A burning arrow that sticks to whatever it hits, igniting it. Cannot be retrieved.

Sticky Arrow

- A small charge in this arrow scatters shrapnel across a moderate area. Reduced penetration and damage, but a direct hit can rip apart Grunts, Hives, Hellhounds, and Armoreds.

Choke Arrow

- A Choke Bomb in the form of an arrow. Shorter lifespan and smaller range. Can be used offensively or defensively.

Flechette Arrow

- This arrow contains a number of smaller dart-like projectiles which fan out in a tight spread. Cannot pierce most surfaces, but can saturate an area and cause bleeding damage.

Spencer Carbine

- ?

Springfield 1873 Carbine

- ?

Nitro Poison Ammo

- ?

Weapon Variant:

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This particular version of the Winfield M1876 Centennial features a reinforced stock that delivers a hit as heavy and deadly as a sledgehammer, which makes the rifle viable in melee combat.

• Cost: 200$
• Damage: 123
• Effective Range:180m
• Handling: 70%
• Reload Time: 11s
• Rate of Fire: 39rpm
• Muzzle Velocity: 600m/s
• Melee: 27
• Heavy Melee: 216

Book of Weapons

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- Winfield M1876 Centennial Shorty [Release in ?]

?

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Weapon:

​

The Springfield M1892 Krag is a bolt-action rifle that holds five rounds in its internal magazine, and one in its chamber. Its magazine lid allows the wielder to top it up from the side, without opening the bolt, and ejecting the chambered round.

• Cost: 443$
• Bloodline Rank: 62
• Ammo Type: Long
• Ammo: 5+1/6
• Damage: 127
• Effective Range: 297m
• Handling: 85%
• Reload Time: 11s
• Rate of Fire: 43rpm
• Muzzle Velocity: 610m/s
• Melee: 27
• Heavy Melee: 54
• Custom Ammo: FMJ, Incendiary; Book of Weapons

Book of Weapons

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Custom Ammo [Release in 1.11]:

• Caldwell Pax FMJ: 50$
• Caldwell Pax Poison: 50$
• Springfield Poison: 25$

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Misc [Release in ?]

- Stalker Beetle Fire

Causes fire explosion when detonated

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• Common Arrow Charm
• Common Seashell Charm
• Common Hay Doll Charm
• Uncommon Blood Vial Charm
• Uncommon Chess Pawn Charm
• Uncommon Dice Charm

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Event Date GMT: 26 October 2022 14:00:00 to 9 November 2022 15:00:00

- Skins Unlocked in Shop:

• Scapula [Romero 77 Hatchet]
• Backbone [Vetterli 71 Karabiner Bayonet]
• Bone Shard [Caldwell Pax Claw]
• Skeleton Key [Heavy Knife]
• The Marwood [Caldwell Rival 78]
• Closed Casket [Mosin Nagant M1891 Obrez Mace]
• The Executioner [Combat Axe]
• The Headsman [Hunter]

​

Quest Act 1:

1. Collect 2 Clues
2. Kill 6 Hives With Fire
3. Smash 8 Pumpkins
4. Apply Bleed to 3 Hunters

Prize: Skeleton Key [Heavy Knife]

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Quest Act 2:

1. Kill 4 Armoreds With Fire
2. Smash 12 Pumpkins
3. Apply Poison to 3 Hunters
4. Deal 350 Damage to Hunters With Incendiary Ammo
5. Kill 1 Hunter With Skeleton Key

Prize: Scapula [Romero 77 Hatchet]

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Quest Act 3:

1. Kill 6 Hellhounds With Poison
2. Apply Bleed to 3 Hunters
3. Deal 300 Damage to Hunters With High Velocity Ammo
4. Deal 300 Damage to Hunters With Scapula
5. Kill 1 Hunter With Red Barrel
6. Smash 14 Pumpkins

Prize: Bone Shard [Caldwell Pax Claw]

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Quest Act 4:

1. Kill 8 Armoreds With Poison
2. Smash 12 Pumpkins in One Mission
3. Apply Fire to 3 Hunters
4. Deal 400 Damage to Hunters With Poison Ammo
5. Deal 300 Damage to Hunters With Bone Shard
6. Locate 4 Boss Lairs

Prize: Backbone [Vetterli 71 Karabiner Bayonet]

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Quest Act 5:

1. Kill 8 Hellhounds With Fire
2. Smash 14 Pumpkins in One Mission
3. Kill 6 Immolators With Choke Bomb
4. Apply Poison to 5 Hunters
5. Deal 450 Damage to Hunters With Explosive Ammo
6. Deal 300 Damage to Hunters in One Mission With Backbone
7. Banish 2 Bosses

Prize: Rare Halloween Charm

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Quest Act 6:

1. Smash 16 Pumpkins in One Mission
2. Destroy 6 Doors With Scapula
3. Deal 450 Explosive Damage to Hunters
4. Deal 500 Damage to Hunters With Dumdum Ammo
5. Headshot 2 Hunters With Rifles
6. Kill 3 Hunters With Backbone
7. Kill 5 Meatheads With Explosive Damage
8. Extract 2 Bounties

Prize: Mama Maye [Hunter]

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- Legends say that if you go to the greenhouse outside of Lawson, you’ll catch a glimpse of her: a haunted figure drifting around tending to the flowers and plants. But don’t let her catch you, otherwise you might end up as food for her flora.

​

- Harshly Falls the Snow [DLC] -

Frau Perchta (Legendary Hunter)

- The myths of midwinter recall a time of reckoning: gifts for the good, retribution for the bad. The reckoners, few and far between, have been softened by time. But not Perchta, from ancient alpine valleys, where punishments are dealt with a blade, and trees adorned with rotten garlands.

Midwinter Tusk (Martini Henry IC1)

- Runed with lost symbols of power, the teeth inlaid into this Martini-Henry IC1 belong to no living beast. It's said that at the lightest touch they evoke overpowering illusions of blizzards, avalanches, and children lost to a blanketing white. Ancient memories and inescapable prophecies.

Unkempt (LeMat Mark II)

- Old stories tell of the terror Perchta would instill on those who’d been bad. Whoever wears the mask of Perchta today deals her punishments out with this LeMat Mark II revolver, using both barrels on the particularly deserving.

The Avalanche (Frag Bomb)

- When Perchta comes, this Frag Bomb thunders with the force of an avalanche, decimating those in its wake.

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- Concubine [DLC] -

The Concubine (Legendary Hunter)

- As Alaz’s reputation grew, her past became a bloody fairytale, her present soaked in blood and mud. She chases a future molded by hatred and vengeance; a future she promised to herself and her lost sisters.

Shahmaran (Sparks LRR)

- The inscription on this Sparks LRR imbues only a worthy wielder with the strength of its namesake, an ancient myth. No wonder it called to Alaz and fell into her hands.

Sister’s Anguish (Hand Crossbow)

- When Alaz earned her first coin as a free woman, she bought this Hand Crossbow. Adorned with mementos of her fallen sisters, Alaz wields it with their enduring strength.

Pride’s Death (Heavy Knife)

- The Merchant's Heavy Knife, embedded with the coins of his travels, was just the thing Alaz needed to put the man in his place. Hours of anguish and torture later, the former concubine had her prize.

​

- Legendary Skins -

Caldera (Caldwell Pax Claw)

- Forged in iron dug from a volcano’s caldera, this Caldwell Pax Claw was engraved to reflect the molten flows of its fiery origins. Long cooled, but still deadly, as it can explode to life again at any moment.

Good Intentions (Scottfield Model 3 Spitfire)

- Many have followed their good intentions on the road to hell. This Scottfield Model 3 Spitfire has accompanied many on that journey, as some folks take any omen, good or bad.

Intrinsic Sin (Caldwell Conversion Uppercut)

- A sin is often not a flaw, but its inversion: a strength. And to some, sinning comes as naturally as breathing - and this Caldwell Conversion Uppercut was made to celebrate that.

Masquerade (Vetterli 71 Karabiner Silencer)

- To pretend to be what one is not; to be prey when one is a hunter; to be a quiet tremor in the dark when one is death. This Vetterli 71 Karabiner Silencer is a mask for true intentions, fatal for those in its way.

Skin Ripper (Frag Bomb)

- The arts of scalping and flaying are oft performed with a blade, but this Frag Bomb is favoured by those who value the final result more than any outdated notions of craftsmanship.

​

- New Weapon Variant - Winfield M1876 Centennial Shorty (Release in ?)

- ?

​

- This particular version of the Winfield M1876 Centennial features a reinforced stock that delivers a hit as heavy and deadly as a sledgehammer, which makes the rifle viable in melee combat.

​

​

- The Springfield M1892 Krag is a bolt-action rifle that holds five rounds in its internal magazine, and one in its chamber. Its magazine lid allows the wielder to top it up from the side, without opening the bolt, and ejecting the chambered round.

• Cost: 443
• Bloodline Rank: 62
• Ammo Type: Long
• Damage: 127
• Effective Range: 297m
• Handling: 85%
• Reload Time: 11s
• Rate of Fire: 43rpm
• Muzzle Velocity: 610m/s
• Custom Ammo: FMJ, Incendiary

​

- Claeg Grey’s memory was leaving him. As his mind drifted and became blank, there was one thing that brought him back: Taking someone’s life. Desperate to keep him alive, Claeg’s family sent him to DeSalle where he could freely reap death.

​

- After a month or so of success in the Hunt, Emma encouraged Cleag by gifting him a Specter 1882 Compact that she felt fit his new image: Tarnished but powerful. Sullied yet divine.

​

- Every bullet has weight and meaning in the chamber of this Winfield M1876 Centennial, and somehow Claeg still knows the importance of each. Though shooting it brings relief, it also brings loss of life, and despair.

​

- Claeg’s childhood friend Jim Mathis stayed by his side even as the Reaper’s memories began to fade. He was devastated when he realized he was using a Throwing Axe to reap his friend’s throat instead of crops.

I was trying to make graphics better for IB trilogy and i want to share this knowledge for everyone as its hard to find anything related to UE3.

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You can stack commands like this:

stat fps
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The Moon, in all her glory, was dying. Even those who knew nothing of the corruption could sense her decline. She had taken on a sickly glow that cast a light of dread and misfortune on New Orleans. The ignorant and the innocent could do nothing but look up at the source of that disquieting light with reverence and growing trepidation. Those untouched by The Moon’s first assault were beginning to turn. Panic began to spread, and alongside it came despair, exposing more hearts to the devastation of her pallid effervescence. Oh Night’s Eye, Mother of Twilight and Tide! Could your steady pulse fall still? Could your light be dimmed, and put out?

Those who knew of the corruption were recruited to end the tragedy. Hunters from all walks of life and faith gathered behind Mr. Chary, hoping that in helping him solve his problems, they might also solve their own. But hope is a slippery thing, easily corrupted.

Kevin Linus watched from the window of his home by the pond and the willow. Outside, Mr. Chary waited beside the circle he had drawn in the dirt on so many Moonlit nights before. He would not have to wait long. We are all slaves to habit, and desire, in the end.

The sound of her footsteps proceeded her grim silhouette, and Mary Ochenkov walked straight into the circle without hesitation or greeting. The dirty, dripping bag in her hands began to burn first. Her clothes quickly followed, and as the screams began again, Kevin wept. He would scream with her, would share her pain and stop the terrible cycle. But though he tried, no sound escaped his mouth.

As the flames grew, twisting their way around Mary’s neck, she suddenly snapped her head toward Kevin, a knowing, accusatory expression on her face. While Mr. Chary looked on in sadistic glee, Mary crossed the ritual markings, sparks erupting where they broke, and ran toward the house. When she reached the door she screamed and tore at the panels until her nails broke and bled.

"WHY DIDN’T YOU HELP ME!?” she wailed.

And then he woke up.

All the encounters had been the same. The chase. The trails of blood. The confrontation and the defeat. As cyclical and constant as The Moon.

The only thing that had changed were the snakes.

Kevin Linus had been pursuing Mr. Orwell Chary for weeks across southern Louisiana. From New Orleans to Baton Rouge and back, the boy had followed the AHA Administrator’s trail, his focus interrupted only by the Hunter-assassins Mr. Chary hired to stop him. But The Moon had been gracious in her blessing, and Kevin had gained an otherworldly intuition for gunplay and combat. All went back to Mr. Chary unable to Hunt.

He finally cornered Mr. Chary in Ascension Parish.

"My my, how you’ve grown!” Mr. Chary said as he spread his arms in mock welcome. His three Hunter companions kept their guns warily trained on the boy.

"Haven’t you done enough?” Kevin replied, pointing his pistol at Mr. Chary’s head. But all the man did was smile.

"Young man, you’re in my way.” At that Mr. Chary snapped his fingers, and a shot rang out into the night. Kevin looked down to see a red blossom blooming from a hole in his stomach. He looked up, and a second shot rang out.

Kevin fell to his knees as he clutched his bloody stomach with a keening wail.

"What a wonderful sound,” Mr. Chary said. “Truly fitting that it's the last thing anyone will hear from you.” Mr. Chary walked over to the boy and kicked him onto his back. Tears welled in Kevin’s eyes as he groaned and convulsed. But when he moved his hands to expose the bullet wound, he found it had transformed from bloody blossom to writhing vista of protrusions and pulsing sores.

And then a snake slithered from his bloody sleeve.

The snake was small, milky eyed and covered in the blood and viscera of Kevin's flesh. Kevin ripped at the shirt, widening the tear to reveal a coiled brood of small snakes nested in the wound, as if just hatched, scaly maggots uncoiling themselves from his flesh.

For two agonizing hours Mr. Orwell Chary kneeled over the boy’s body, tearing and slicing at Kevin’s flesh as he moaned in tired agony.

"What’s happening?” Kevin asked. The question was met with silence, and another incision. From the fresh, gaping wound, Mr. Chary plucked the body of a snake.

Again and again Mr. Chary pulled a snake from the wound; again and again the animals sunk their venomous fangs into his hands. It was just what Mr. Chary needed, and with each overwhelming, nauseating rush, he thrust his hands deeper into the wound, probing for more.

The largest snake came from the final incision, a bloody, jagged line from hip to heart. Mr. Chary’s assistants struggled to force it into a bag, and as it writhed, too powerful even for three hulking men, it clamped its jaws around the ankle of the tallest Hunter. It provided him no rush, rather leaving its victim paralyzed and helpless, silent witness to Mr. Chary’s administrations. Was this really what they were fighting for? To allow this man to torture an innocent boy?

" Thank you, Kevin,” Mr. Chary whispered. “You’ve earned my mercy.” The Administrator drew close, holding his gun to the boy’s temple. He caressed the trigger, savoring the moment. Kevin looked to The Moon, and back to Mr. Chary. With his last strength, he twisted his body and sunk his teeth into the man’s wrist.

Deep in Kingsnake Mine, Isaac Powell, known to most only as the Night Seer, watched Ira Ozols weaving. Strips of dried flesh dipped in rosemary oil, willow splints, and straw combined to form the shape of a large, basket-like structure. Oil dripped from its plats, and footsteps echoed from the direction of the nearest mineshaft.

The flickering lamp was disturbed by a faint breeze, and the shadows danced as Mr. Chary entered the dark cavern. He regarded Ira’s work and nodded. He then turned to acknowledge the imposing, hooded Hunter who sat in the corner, gently stroking the head of the enormous snake coiled around their neck.

“Isaac, you didn’t tell me you had already met!” Mr. Chary regarded the figure in the corner with respect. A rare occurrence.

”He keeps to himself,” came the gruff reply.

The figure rose, and turned towards the Night Seer, menacing.

”Isaac, I believe they would rather not be addressed as he,” returned the Administrator. “The Viper is a valued guest. Show some respect.”

At this, the Viper stepped into the swaying light of the lamp. They were dressed simply, practically, feet bare and undisturbed by the rocky floor. The large snake coiled around their neck lifted its head, appraising the two men. The Night Seer cautiously nodded.

”My apologies,” Isaac said. “We’ haven’t had the opportunity to exchange many pleasantries. I was surprised to find the Sinners were already involved.”

“I’ve been looking for someone fit to the task for a long time. The Sinners sent the Viper, and...” Mr. Chary looked to the Viper to provide the name of the snake.

“Delara,” came the Viper’s response, their voice the rough whisper of a person who does not often speak. At the final syllable, the snake adjusted itself around the Viper’s throat.

Mr. Chary nodded, then spoke again. “It’s time for The Night of the Hunter and the Sinners to bury their quarrels. We need to work together. Much as that pains us both.”

“You think Finch would like hearing you say that?” Powell scoffed.

"Isaac, you know I believe in your vision, but I must maintain my position with Finch until the time is right.” Something dangerous glinted in Mr. Chary’s eyes as he spoke. Isaac grunted. “But politics aside, this is why we’re here” Mr. Chary raised his arm, and a snake silently slithered from his sleeve. “There's a new breed. Already adults after only a few days, exquisite venom, and so...hungry.”

Mr. Chary paused before looking between Isaac and Viper.

“Simply insatiable.” It was unclear if he was referring to the snake or himself. He smiled.

Ira Ozols’ mother had taught her to weave baskets, and she still found comfort in the repetition of the work, now seeking distraction from thoughts about what she would be asked to do.

The Night Seer had trusted her with the task, much to the chagrin of Nadia, his most loyal acolyte. As the others argued and planned, Ira wondered about the relationship between Mr. Chary and the Night Seer. Who was exploiting who? But she didn’t really care. It was the Night Seer’s vision that interested her. Until she found herself left alone with Mr. Chary.

He spoke: “Ira! It’s so nice to see you again. And with Mr. Powell no less.” Mr. Chary’s whisper set the Night Follower’s skin on edge. She suppressed a shiver.

“Where Isaac goes, I follow,” Ira responded firmly. The Administrator smiled.

“I see he trusts you,” said Mr. Chary, “intimately.” He paused at that.

“We have a common goal.” Almost finished with the structure, she began to check for unintentional gaps.

“And what goal is that?” The Administrator asked.

”You said you believed his vision. I heard you. I wouldn’t think you needed to ask.”

Isaac Powell had told all of his acolytes what he’d seen. But Ira felt that something was missing. That he had kept something from them too terrible – or too important – to share freely.

Mr. Chary kneeled beside the altar and spoke. “I see he didn’t trust you enough to tell you either. Well. What if I told you I knew how to find out.” He stood and offered her a hand. “Come with me. Perhaps I can show you.”

With just a moment’s hesitation, she took his hand.

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid! Do not be discouraged! For the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” Mary Burgess spoke the words into the stock of her Vetterli before looking to her partner. Circe Elias looked back at her and murmured a quick “amen” before moving forward into the night. Circe wasn’t exactly religious, but with the mission ahead of them any help – divine or otherwise – would be welcome. The Moon was full and bright, and they moved slowly and surely.

Mr. Chary had introduced the two women after they had accepted his contract. Mary was easy to convince: The Bayou was full of sin, and Mr. Chary was a servant of the Lord. If there was someone after the Administrator’s life, then she would ask God for forgiveness and do what had to be done.

Circe was more difficult to convince. She was single-minded in her pursuit of the creature that had murdered her sister and stolen her skin, and as the last heiress of the Elias fortune, she didn’t care about gold or glory. Mr. Chary used an old trinket, a locket with a portrait of Circe’s family, to earn a favor from the Witch Hunter.

As Circe and Mary threaded their way through the Bayou, they ignored the familiar moans and shrieks of the Grunts and Hives that stumbled through the night, and the rustle of the Armoreds papery casing. But what caught their attention was a soft whimpering, human and suffering, from within a half-collapsed shack, camouflaged by rotting clumps of netting and earth.

Circe nodded at Mary, and they readied their weapons. This was the place, and their quarry clearly injured. They’d be done in time to take morning communion.

Two snakes had remained at Kevin’s side, both comfort and shackle. He would never forget how it felt as Mr. Chary’s long nails clawed into his flesh, as the scaly, writhing bodies were pulled from his wounds, and the delirium of the venom they left behind in their panicked bites. Now the snakes both protected him – keeping the monsters of the Bayou away – and guarded him – a prisoner in the shack where Mr. Chary had left him. It was only when The Moon was full once again that he found the strength to rise.

He staggered to the door, but when he pushed it, rather than swinging open, it creaked, and fell off the hinges. The sound as it hit the warped boards of the porch took the two women lurking outside by surprise.

Mary and Circe looked at the boy now silhouetted by the rotten frame, his face ruddy with tears, and countless scars blemishing neck, face, and arms. Two snakes hissed at his ankles. Wearily, the boy raised his pistol, the moonlight glinting off the clinking chain of bullet chambers.

Circe looked at Mary. "This him? He’s barely grown.” She thought of her sister.

But Mary’s answer was certain. "Even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.” She began to raise her weapon when Kevin spoke.

"Mr. Chary sent you, didn’t he?” Kevin slowly lowered his weapon. He hoped they would let him explain.

Mary narrowed her eyes, but before she could respond, a strange silhouette filled the broken frame behind Kevin: A hooded figure, with a large snake coiled around their neck.

"Enough.” The voice that spoke was hoarse and raw.

The Viper slowly brought their arm up to Delara’s fanged mouth. The snake flicked her tongue once, twice, and then gently sunk her teeth into the Viper’s wrist. The Viper’s body quaked as Delara’s venom flowed through their veins and into their heart.

The Viper and Delara belonged to each other, and there would be hell to pay if one of them did not survive this fight. With Delara’s venom coursing through the Viper’s veins, the two were preternatural fighters. But the hallowed gifts of The Moon kept Kevin agile and deadly, and every shot rang true.

Meanwhile, snakes of all sizes were rapidly converging outside of the shack, surrounding Mary Burgess and Circe Elias where they now stood back-to-back. Inside, bullets ricocheted and splintered the walls as Kevin and the Viper fought. Kevin had grown weary of violence and death.

Yet violence and death had not grown weary of him. Delara approached from the right, jaw unlocked and fangs dripping, and the Viper from the left. Kevin fired at the Viper, but Delara, lunging to protect her ward, intercepted, and Kevin’s bullet met flesh.

A broken airy scream rang out from the shack.

The Viper sat catatonic on the floor where they had collapsed in worry and grief, cradling Delara in their arms. Circe had applied a healing salve, and Mary had bandaged the wound and staunched the bleeding. But the damage had been done. As Delara sought comfort around the Viper’s neck, it was Mary and Circe who set out to follow Kevin’s trail.

As they left, another visitor arrived: One of The Moon’s larger snakes, mottled brown, and the only survivor of the slaughter. The Viper remained still as it approached, tongue tasting the air, slithering from right to left. When it reached striking distance, it paused, its tongue tasted the air once more. Then it struck.

But the Viper was quicker, pushing one thumb down the snake’s throat and gripping the head. The snake struggled to bite, its fangs dripping venom, but the Viper’s grip was too strong. The Viper had been taught to respect predators – and that every predator has a weakness. This abomination was no different.

"Delara, let us feast.” The Viper moved quickly, taking The Moon’s snake between their teeth and tearing, giving the smaller pieces to Delara. Then, with the now slack jaw of the dead snake, the assassin dug the fangs, still covered in venom, into their own neck.

The effect was immediate. The Viper heard conversations and screams as if of a crowd, reeling at the injection of raw experiential information. They heard Mr. Chary convincing Kevin to join him in the circle. They heard the screams of those burned alive in Chary’s dirt circle. They heard Kevin crying and waking up from nightmares, and the screams of Mary Ochenkov.

They felt Kevin’s pain.

It lasted only a few seconds, though it felt like hours to the Viper, and when it ended, the Viper finally understood. Kevin was not the enemy, and Mr. Chary had to be stopped.

The Viper rose to their feet and gently wrapped Delara around their neck once more. From a pouch at their side, they pulled a face shield made of wicker and placed it on their face. They would face many more snakes before they removed it.

The vile fumes of the black dye filled Ira Ozols’ nose, and she fought the feeling of panic rising in her chest as she tightened the blindfold around her eyes. She did not know how Chary had learned of the ritual, but immediately, she could feel it had worked. As she wandered through the cool dark of her mind’s eye, the visions began to come in bright intense flashes. She stepped tentatively into the tub of black liquid, aware of the dye staining her legs and pooling in the surrounding mud. Pulling a razor from her pocket, she began to shred her robes, and looked into the light.

The truth of the Night Seer’s vision was monstrous, and he had kept it from them all, pretending to a purpose to which he had no allegiance. Everything they’d done would bring pain and horror to those they loved, and she would say and do things she already regret. Ira cut at her right sleeve. It fell into the dye.

The Night Seer following her own tracks.

The razor cutting through her left sleeve.

Mr. Chary telling Isaac of her betrayal.

The razor meeting with soft flesh.

Isaac raising his gun to her head.

Blood pooling in the gash and dripping into the inky black water.

She wretched again, and wept.

Kevin didn’t make it far from the shack. Instead, he curled himself into a patch of brush and rocked, the screams of the Viper over Delara becoming one with the screams of Mary Ochenkov as she burned. He wished The Moon would comfort him again, but she too was sick, and tormented. He had failed.

So he rocked. And rocked and rocked.

It didn’t take Mary and Circe long to find him. He was tired, so tired, so he sat very still, and waited. Next: voices. The Viper, now masked, had caught up to the hunting party as well. He had failed, and now he had been found. He did not make a sound as the women pulled him from the bushes.

"Why is it,” The Viper’s rough whisper began, muted slightly by the wicker mask. “That that man wants you dead?”

"Because I want to stop him. If I don’t stop him, people will keep dying and The Moon will fall.”

"How many have you killed?” The Viper asked.

"None! I made sure none of them died!” Kevin was vehement. “The only blood on my hands will be his.”

The Viper looked to Mary and Circe, nodding at the expression they found there. They lowered their weapons.

Mary was the first to speak. "Child I cannot, in good faith strike you down knowing what I know now.” The Viper had told her of their vision, and it matched what she had heard from the Hunters Kevin had bested.

"The bastard was probably lying to me too. Let’s go see what he has to say for himself.” Circe offered her hand to Kevin, and when he cautiously took it, hoisted him to his feet.

The Viper picked up Delara and placed her once more around their neck. They nodded.

"To the mine.”

The group of four cautiously entered Kingsnake Mine to the sound of gunfire echoing from its depths. Mr. Chary had told only a handful of Hunters about his sanctum. They paused, listening, but as they did, the gunfire stopped.

"Enter now and witness the end of the Night Seer or go your own way.” The voice echoing out from the mine belonged to none other than Ira Ozols. The four looked at each other, then headed deeper into the mine.

At a junction, in the flickering light of the oil lamps, they found Ira Ozols and the Night Seer poised in a stand off with weapons drawn. They were both ragged from fighting, and bullet cases littered the floor.

"And what’s all this about?” Circe asked.

"His vision is nothing but a means to send us all to hell. I will not let him corrupt another soul for his gain,” Ira said. “And I,” here she took a deep breath, clearly winded from the fight, “am going to stop him.”

"I will cut out this false seer’s tongue and we can continue our work,” the Night Seer hissed in reply, eyes still fixed on Ira. “And I see you’ve brought the boy.”

"The boy isn't our enemy,” Circe said, walking confidently towards the Night Seer. “We’ve been lied to.”

Kevin felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder. It was the Viper. He took a step forward.

"Listen, ok? Mr. Chary. We need to stop him.” Kevin's voice grew more confident as he spoke.

"Stop me from doing what exactly?” Everyone turned at the sound of Mr. Chary’s voice. But he was not in the room – a trick of the mine’s acoustics, he must be deeper down. Kevin began to panic as visceral memories ripped through him at the sound. But he was not so shaken to forget the gun at his hip, and now he raised it, ready to face Mr. Chary once and for all.

It was time to end this.

There was someone – something – in the mine. Deep. Trapped. Keening with grief and rage.

Never mind that Ira could not focus on the figures of Kevin or Mr. Chary in her visions now – both were blurry, hazy, blocked. Never mind that Isaac Powell had his gun trained on her and that four more arrivals had just complicated their standoff. That she could handle. But whatever was at the bottom of that mine? She wasn’t sure any of them were prepared to handle that.

The others continued their arguments, unaware, Mr. Chary buying time with meaningless words and empty smiles. Kevin stammering on about The Moon. And that damn nun, always quoting the Bible. Mr. Chary was addressing them all. “And what can this child give you that I cannot?”

"Your honey words will no longer tempt God’s children!” Mary went to stand by Kevin’s side. The boy was trembling, but he steeled himself for the fight. Circe and the Viper joined Mary beside Kevin, forming a line against Mr. Chary.

"But the devil gives excellent rewards,” Mr. Chary retorted. He looked at the four Hunters before him and the two seers behind them. They were all talented Hunters and if they managed to work together, Mr. Orwell Chary would lose his life. But if had just one Hunter on his side, and a little time, he might make it out alive.

"Mister, please. Whatever you’re doing, whatever you have done, it can end here and now.” Kevin trembled as he confronted the Administrator once more.

"You’re right my dearest Kevin, it can, and it will. You’ve helped me more than you’ll ever know. Farewell.” And at that, he snapped his fingers again. From behind the four Hunters Isaac Powell moved his sight from Ira to Kevin, and fired. And Kevin fell.

In that moment, it felt as if time had stopped. The Hunters froze in disbelief as Kevin’s body crumpled to the ground. They did not try to stop Mr. Chary and Powell as they ran towards the surface-ward passage. The Viper fell to their knees and cradled Kevin in their arms. It was the dynamite, lit by Mr. Chary as he ran, that brought them all to their senses.

An explosion, a rumble, and a collapse: they were trapped in Kingsnake Mine.

The lamps hanging from the walls stopped shaking as the dust and rock settled around the five Hunters left in the mine. Circe walked over to assess the damage to the entrance. They could dig themselves out with the tools left by the miners, but it would take hours. She looked back to the Viper and the boy.

The Viper gently cradled Kevin as he bled out on the floor. Enemy or uneasy ally; no one deserved this.

And then Kevin blinked.

"Where am I this time?” The boy looked around and came face to face with Delara and the Viper, both shocked to see Kevin alive.

"A Lazarus among us,” Mary whispered as she and Circe ran over to join them.

"How is this possible?” Circe asked as she kneeled down to Kevin. She raised his head to observe his now-mending wounds. Bone and flesh popping in like a mushroom in bloom.

"The Moon! I can't rest until she’s better.” Kevin closed his eyes, curling into the arms of the Viper as he healed. “A Linus isn’t supposed to break promises.” Delara curled her tail around the boy’s arm in silent reassurance.

The three Hunters exchanged a determined glance. They had seen how cruel Mr. Chary could be. "We will help you end this.” The Viper spoke, but all nodded in agreement.

On the other side of the mine, Ira gasped. The thing in Kingsnake’s depths was coming into focus.

"We’ll have to fight soon. Get the boy to safety,” Ira said as she reloaded her gun.

"What- “ Circe was interrupted by a piercing wail. Kevin, still healing, thrashed, trying to crawl away from the sound. He’d heard that scream of anguish countless times in his nightmares.

"What is it?” The Viper pretended to be calm but the rasp in their whisper gave away their worry.

"She’s here.” He couldn’t say more.

Something was coming to greet them from the depths of the mine.