Impurity Rune
A Caryll rune that transcribes inhuman sounds.
This rune, discovered inside the forbidden beast eater, came
to symbolize "Impurity," and the oath of the League.
Confederates of the League co-operate with hunters from
other worlds, and hunt to discover vermin.
Vermin writhe within filth, and are the root of man's
impurity. Crush all vermin without hesitation.
Vermin
A centipede-like creature discovered on successful hunts by
League hunters.
Vermin, found hidden within filth, are only seen by League
confederates, and are the root of man's impurity. The League
has assumed the task of finding and crushing all vermin.
Perhaps there is some mercy in the madness. Those who
wish to see vermin can, and those who choose to are
provided with boundless purpose.
Master's Iron Helm
An iron helm resembling an upside-down bucket.
A single hole allows one to peek out with a single eye,
which is probably all that its original owner had.
The iron helm is passed down down among masters of the League.
Valtr had in fact lost the ability to see Vermin long ago.
Wine Hakama
Garb of a distant Eastern land, worn by Yamamura the
Wanderer.
This Eastern warrior pursued a beast for honorable revenge,
then became a hunter of the League. But when he stared
straight into impurity, it drove him mad.
Yamamura Hunter Hat
A standard hunter's hat, worn by Yamamura the Wanderer.
This hat and staff were given to him
when he became a hunter and confederate of the League.
Whirligig Saw
A trick weapon crafted by the workshop heretics, the
Powder Kegs, and weapon of choice for the old hunter Valtr,
the Beast Eater.
This weapon pummels beasts in its mace form, but its true
strength lies in its attached mechanical saws.
These discs, lined with serrated teeth, spin rapidly, thrashing
the flesh of beasts into fine shreds.
Constable's Garb
Once upon a time a troupe of foreign constables chased a beast
all the way to Yahrnam, and this is what they wore.
The constables became victims of the beast, except for one survivor,
who in turn devoured the creature whole, all by himself.
The fable is a favorite among Yharnamites, who are partial to
any stories of pompous, intolerant foreigners, who suffer for their ignorance.
It makes the blood taste that much sweeter.
Butcher Mask
Mask of the Madaras twins, denizens of the Forbidden
Woods, likely belonging to the older of the two.
The twins grew up in silent kinship with a poisonous snake.
Eventually they learned human ways, and became hunters.
When they discovered vermin even in their beloved snake,
the younger brother is said to have murdered the older.
Butcher Garb
Garb of the Madaras twins, denizens of the Forbidden
Woods, likely belonging to the older of the two.
Both the twins became hunters, and brought back and
dissected their beast prey, in order to support the villagers in
their forbidden research.
Madaras Whistle
Whistle of the Madaras twins, denizens of the Forbidden
Woods.
The twins grew up alongside a poisonous snake, and
developed a silent, inhuman kinship.
The poisonous snake grew uncontrollably, raised on a
healthy diet of beast entrails. Even after their deaths, it is
said to respond to the call of the twins' whistle from within
the Nightmare.
Valtr, Master of the League dialogue:
First encounter:
“Ahh, a new face, are you?
And an accomplished hunter…
it would appear.
I am Valtr, Master of the League.
Members of the League cleanse the streets
of all the filth that's spread about during the hunt.
Like any half-decent hunter ought to, you know?
Haven't you seen enough of these wretched beasts,
freakish slugs, and mad doctors?
Sentence these fiends to death.
With the help of your League confederates.
What do you say? Why not join the League?”
Refuse:
“Yes, I suppose… I should not force your will.
But you are a hunter, and will see soon enough.
That on a night of the hunt, no, on any night,
nothing out there deserves to live.”
Talk again:
“Well, then? Seen enough out there?
Fancy joining the ranks of the League?”
Join the League:
“Yes. As a hunter well should.
Commit this to heart.
Our own Caryll Rune, symbol of the League.
The nights brims with defiled scum,
and is permeated by their rotten stench.
Just think. Now you've all set to hunt and kill
to your heart's content.
Hunt in co-operation with your fellows,
your League confederates.”
Talk again:
“Now, there is one thing you must know.
By the oath of the League,
those who bear its rune will see vermin.
Vermin writhe deep within all filth,
and are the root of man's impurity.
…All vermin are to be crushed.
The League exists to expunge all vermin,
ridding us of any trace of human corruption.
And so, until we are rid of all vermin,
you must continue to hunt and kill.
This bloody fate is ours alone.
Do not expect the world to grasp our work…
But remember, the confederates will always have my blessing…
And each other. Always.”
Crush vermin:
“Ahh, very good. You've crushed some vermin.
I am the Master of the League.
I can see it in your eyes.
I'm pleased.
This makes you a true fellow of the League.
…A confederate.
Now, take this staff. A symbol of our oath,
of our blood-drenched fate.
You'll be welcomed as a true confederate.
Go forth, with renewed vigour.
…In short time, you will see… How the mission takes hold of one's spirits.”
Talk again:
“You'll be welcomed as a true confederate.
Go forth, with renewed vigour.
…In short time, you will see…
How the mission takes hold of one's spirits.”
Crush second vermin:
“Hello, confederate.
Has your stomach not turned?
Turned at the world of man, so wondrously wretched!
And brimming with unsightly vermin.
Much like our own mission. Hah hah hah”
Crush 4-5 vermins:
“Hello, confederate.
Your eyes say it all.
You've crushed vermin time and time again…
You've seen the filth that varnishes the world of man…
Yet you are unbroken, you've the eyes of a hunter.
You have blessed the League with your presence.
This was my last, most pressing task…”
Talk again:
“My confederate. Promise me you'll crush all vermin,
to rid us of our impurities.
For the sake of our fellows,
all blood-stained hunters of the League.”
Attack him:
“Well, how quaint.
You scoff at the League?
Then you are yourself a beast.
A defiled mess of rotten flesh! Hah hah hah
When you are dead, your rank blood
will curdle with vermin! Hah hah hah”
When killed:
“My time is done…
Glory to my League confederates…”
When he kills player
“Vermin writhe and squirm… You no-good wench.”
Old Hunter Yamamura dialogue:
"Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church."
