Part three of my class-based oaths project.
Whereas Titans have a sworn oath, and Warlocks follow their scientific truths about their class, I realized Hunters are a unique breed-all sorts of oddballs end up as Hunters, so how to encapsulate their variety, the stealthy trackers and bragging gunslingers, the comedians and scouts and Crucible kings?
The answer? A letter. Some wise words to follow, from one hunter to the next.
Pahanin Errata, 3rd Ed.
Foreword, by Shiro-4
The thing about being a Hunter is that we never belong anywhere.
Stay in the Tower too long, the Warlock’s throw a fit about “disrupting research”.
Be away, and the Titans will claim “we’ve forgotten a Guardian’s duty, the oath we all swear to the Last People.” Saladin’s words, not mine.
So we drift, torn between the need to explore, that Warlock-like curiosity to get into trouble, and our duty, the debts we owe to those who can’t fight for themselves.
We’re unliked by our peers, a breed of space wizard that appreciates the value of a sharp blade and a fast gun.
The Warlocks fear our wit. For a group that doesn’t appreciate book learning, Hunters are some of the cities greatest engineers, strategists, and scholars of the Light.
The Titans fear our ingenuity. No Titan would lie in a tree blind for 6 days, waiting for a Fallen Captain to poke his head up, or stand against an army of Thrall with only the Light in hand.
We are oddballs. Gamblers, rogues, assassins, tricksters, the meek made strong. Chatty, tall and silent, lanky, small.
Ever feel out of place, lost, like you don’t fit in?
You’ll fit right in.
There’s no right way to be a Hunter. So be you.
