The Master of the Hunt
While definitely a part of the family of the Divines, The Master of the Hunt seems completely indifferent to worldly affairs, with the one exception he is known for.
No one has ever heard the Master speak. He cannot be bargained with. There is no escaping from his clutches once he has marked a target. He is an elemental force of nature in its wildest and most concentrated form.
Although neither Reyhue nor Laernan have any official tie with any of the four Fey Planes, it seems clear enough that The Huntsman has some connection to the plane of Whilderhond at the very least, though religious scholars are reluctant to dig too deeply into what that might mean.
DM's Eyes Only
Some scholars insist that the Huntsman's victims are chosen at random each year (this is incorrect) and a popular campfire story is that the Master of the Hunt extracts a blood toll every year to allow the citizens of Candle'Bre to remain in residence (also incorrect), the truth is that although they may not appear so at first glance, literally every soul the Huntsman has ever claimed has been wicked, corrupt and generally seen as untouchable. Maybe it's the priest who everyone thinks is wonderful, but who secretly molests children. Maybe it's greedy politician who everyone knows is corrupt but is untouchable because of his connections. Whatever the case, every single death that has been traced back to the Huntsman has always been such a person - a corrupt individual who either hides his evil deeds from everyone but the Huntsman, or who is considered to be above the law. While no one understands his motives, and there are many who would question his methods, on the whole, he is a force for good, even if he's one of the main reasons that nobody wants to venture outside during the winter months. It's also worth mentioning that the Master of the Hunt isn't just "some guy" at the head of a band of Dire Wolves the size of ponies. He has a veritable army at his disposal. During Wintershiven, the Basin is crawling with hundreds of the servants and agents of the Master; black-clad figures leading their own packs of Dire Wolves. They are efficient hunters, which is why no one has ever escaped the Huntsman's grasp. Once he marks you, you're as good as dead.Divine Domains
None.
Tenets of Faith
Though a handful of folk have tried to worship the Master over the years, he steadfastly ignores all entreaties made in his name and eventually, the folken making those entreaties give up.
Holidays
Wintershiven - The time between First Snow and The Thaw belongs to the Master of the Hunt.
Divine Goals & Aspirations
Beyond extracting one soul a year from the Basin, nothing of the Master's goals is known.
Divine Classification
Master of the Hunt
Alignment
Neutral
Age
Unknown
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Fierce blue, and glowing with an inner light
Hair
Long and black, but mostly hidden beneath his antlered helm
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Ruddy, but mostly covered in his assorted furs
Height
7'2"
Weight
390 pounds
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