Requiem Demon Hunters Captain Fenrir (Mini Bundle) AG0183

“Some beings shine with such a low light that they feel the urge to turn ours off. Our job is to slay these defilers, we are the last hope of the men and women of Mundus!” - Captain Fenrir.

Wrapped in a worn grey cloak, the mysterious and feral Captain of the Demon Hunter is among the men most feared by the demonic legions, a legend among the people of Rotvar.

This taciturn and athletic man, apparently in his fifties, actually hides a turbulent past: few know the story that got him his name, Fenrir, of which the border between reality and myth is confused.

More than two centuries ago, a nameless child is handed over to the Requiem Brotherhood by a peasant family to pay off a debt, a common practice in that age.

No one could have imagined that this inexperienced boy would pass the most severe tests of the freezing fortress of Dosmagal, transforming himself into a cold and tenacious bounty hunter.

Years later, when part of this ruthless warrior's hair was already grey and he was recognized as the Silver Hunter, he was given an important bounty: a dangerous wolf-like demon was ferociously devouring the miners near Svartwood.

After countless night battling against the giant wolf, the bounty hunter lost his left arm on a bloody duel in the freezing pine forests, and after putting his rival to flight, he came back injured to the miners' village to rest.

But the giant wolf attacked once again, breaking through the high walls of the village. Cornered, the miners revealed their true form: devious Shapeshifting Demons in disguise, engaged in the extraction of Arcane energy from the generous heart of Skutagaard mountains.

"Kill Fenrir!", the demons cursed and scream in a night of fire and blood.

The majestic lupine-shaped beast, the Requiem warrior understood, was nothing more than a Vengeful Spirit protector of the woods, a lesser god dedicated to the protection of Mundus.

Immediately, the bounty hunter sided with the Wolf and fought against the extraplanar monstrosities, until a deafening roar interrupted the battle: a shot from the demonic weapons went through the heart of the giant Fenrir Wolf.

"Too late, walker, too late you take sides against the flaming invaders of chaos! You will accept my gift: you will now be FENRIR, I will avenge myself through your arms and your steel!".

In a savage rage, the hunter now known as the legendary Fenrir took the shape of a regenerating wolf, grow his arm once again and tore the remaining Shapeshifting Demons into bits.