⛮ The Order 1886 ⚔

London, 1886. The thick fog rolls through the cobblestone streets, cloaking the city in a heavy, oppressive atmosphere. Gas lamps flicker in the distance, barely cutting through the gloom, as horse-drawn carriages clatter past. The scent of soot and damp earth fills the air. Beneath this city, though, something far more sinister festers.

You’ve always been a shadow, an outsider, moving through London’s underworld unnoticed. A skilled hunter with no allegiance—until they found you. The Order. The Knights of the Round Table who silently wage war against the half-breeds—werewolves and other creatures that have stalked humanity for centuries.

“We’ve been watching you for a long time.”

Sir Galahad’s voice echoed in your mind, a reminder of that fateful night. He’d appeared before you, not asking for your service, but demanding it. He knew things about your past, things no one should know. With a choice between joining The Order or living as a hunted rogue, the decision had been made for you.

“A new recruit, huh?” Lady Igraine’s sharp voice pulls you back into the moment. You look up from your rifle, standing alongside her and Galahad as they prepare for an assault. The mission is clear: hunt the half-breed that has been terrorizing London. But something feels wrong, as if there’s more to this than they’re telling you.

There’s a tension in the air—this isn’t just another hunt. You’ve felt it ever since you took your oath to the Order. The shadows seem darker, the air colder, and the bloodlust of the half-breeds more intense.

You’ve heard whispers, hints of rebellion within The Order, and rumors of darker truths lurking beneath the surface. Galahad, Igraine, even Lafayette—they seem dedicated to their mission, but how much are they keeping from you?

As the carriage rattles down the narrow streets, you check your weapon once more, trying to push away the unease in your gut. This hunt will change everything, not just for The Order, but for you.