WOLF'S BANE

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Wolf's Bane
HISTORY: Maximus Bremark was a werewolf hunter, like his father before him and his father before him. Maximus could track his linage for ten unbroken generations. His tools of the trade were a mystical set of armour, and a glowing eldritch sword and shield. Maximus was a proud man and followed the traditions of his family with great honour.
Hunting werewolves was a passion and a calling. But lately he had noticed his enemies were getting bolder grouping together, many times in the last few months he had nearly been trapped and killed. This turn of events worried Maximus, his family, Helaina his wife, and Kulic his young son he knew were safe. He made sure that he stayed away from them so there would be no connection that the enemy could exploit, but still he had started to worry more and more about their safety.
After one really bad hunting trip Maximus decided that he was getting too old and careless and that if he were to die now who would teach his son the skills he would need to carry on the good fight.
To this end, in the middle of the night Maximus crept into their house, waking his wife he instructed her to get the boy ready to travel they were going to leave the area, leave the country and head for America were they could be a proper family without all the danger that went with his life.
Maximus had great abilities but he was careless that night and it wasnít long before the enemy was snapping at his heels. For four days he managed to keep one step ahead of them. Eventually though the inevitable happened, as Maximus was ushering his family onto a plane they attacked. Maximus fought bravely but he couldnít be in two places at once and it wasnít long before they dragged his wife screaming from his arms. Knowing her husband could not safe them all her last desperate cries were for their son. Save him Maximus save our boy, was the last words he was ever to hear his wife speak.
Knowing there was no help for his wife now he grabbed the terrified boy and fled into the darkness. Five weeks later a middle aged widower and his young son bought a small house in a small town in a very quiet part of America. His name was Max Bremer and it wasnít long before he opened up a bookshop.
For many years the Bremerís lived a happy quiet life, rumour had it that Mr Bremer was once a world class fencing instructor before his wifeís death and it was a common site for father and son to be seen practicing on their front lawn in the summer evenings.
By the time the Robert Bremer was 18 he had grown into a tall athletic young man following his father in looks and personality, although there was gentleness in him that the locals thought must have been inherited from his mother.
Peace ended when Robertís father came home early from the shop, he looked terrible and was bleeding from many wounds. Max refused to tell his son what was wrong but to pack they had been found and they had to run.
Over the next few weeks they moved from motel to motel not staying long always paying in cash. It was while they travelled that Max told Robert about their true identity His family history and his motherís death. Kulic argued with his father that they should stand and fight that they should avenge his motherís death but Maximus would have none of it, he would keep his promise to his wife and keep his son safe.
Soon time ran out for them and they were left with nowhere to run, the last battle of Maximus Bremark, Werewolf hunter and father took place at an old disused rail yard. Dressed again in the black armour and carrying the eldritch sword of his ancestors he fought a great fight giving no quarter and expecting non. All the time protecting his son with sword shield and his own body when need arose it was too little too late as he lay dying in his sonís arms with five werewolves circling their prey he asked his son for forgiveness for not saving him. Kulic covered with his fatherís blood laid the dying man gently on the ground and slowly picking up his fatherís sword turned to face the enemy with hatred and vengeance in his heart. To this day Kulic is still shocked at what happened to him that night, as he turned, sword in hand ready to die next to his father a warm glow spread over his body raising the sward as the first enemy attacked he noticed his hand was covered in metal and the sword a blue nimbus of eldritch energy as the heat inside him built more armour appeared on his body until he was encased in a shell of black glossy metal. The heat kept on building until it consumed him he fed it with all his anger and hatred and charged his would be killers.
With his last strength Maximus watched as his son took down five werewolves he was a demon a killer an avenging angel his father loved him and hated having to pass to him the burden of responsibility that he had so long run away from. He was also very proud of what his son had become and based over into the after live knowing there was a new angel of death walking the earth from that night on and wow betide the evil that crossed his path.
As the heat in Kulic died he looked round to see five dead men on the ground at his feet and his armour and sword gone though the battle had left its mark on him, having looked evil in the eye that night his hair had for ever gone white.
Kulic went to his father then and carried him gently away from the battlefield to a small wooded area where he laid him to rest in an unmarked grave so that the enemy could never again hurt him. Standing there by the grave of his father Kulic vowed to carry on the fight, to protect the innocent and destroy evil in what ever form it took.
Months later Kulic crept back into their old house and took a few personal things that belonged to his father, his motherís wedding ring and an old wooden box containing eight large gem stones, a diary and a note which read
ì Dear son if you are reading this then something has happened to me take these gems and sell them use the money to start a new live, look after your motherís ring it is all we have of her and read the diary it contains all you need to know of the family and the power of the mystical armour that was his by blood. God bless and protect you son for I could not. Your ever loving father.î

2003 ten years have gone by since Kulic lost his father he owns his own bookshop dealing with the occult and legends and he is doing well. He has come to terms with his loss though some nights he is awaken by bad dreams. He know to that his father would be proud of him also as he uses his powers to help others, the city around him are full of extraordinary people with extraordinary abilities and every now and then he fights along side them his sword glowing and his eyes blazing with eldritch fire, righting the wrongs of others and destroying evil.
When his is in one of his darker modes he will go away for weeks at a time returning to his normal live when heís had time to exercise his demons, on these trips he lets his anger and hatred rule his thoughts and at times like this every werewolf he finds becomes his prey.

General Note : the armourís appearance has changed over the centuries to best fit in with the world around it and how the wearer see it. Being surrounded by modern day superheroes the armour has taken on a slightly hi-tech look. Kneel length boots, body hugging body plates and a trench coat over the top. The helmet has been replaced by rap round shades and Kulic wears his hair long.