Calumn Hurly

• Witchbane Cudgel: a hefty but mundane wooden club of the sort often carried by members of Calumn's Witchhunters' Order

- beast of a man, between 30-40 years old, whose imposing height, broadness of build, and scowling features lend themselves to an aura of menace
- that sort of untamed / predatory / feral appearance is further shaped by wild tangles of dirty-blond hair as well as thick facial hair
- nearly always wears the capotain and watchcoat that make up his witchhunter's uniform, but makes sure that his firebrand is kept in sight of anyone / everyone he meets
- often (and perhaps best) described as leonine or lionlike — a description in which he takes pride
- inspired mostly by brawny characters such as Heracles from Hades 2 and Marvel's Thor

- from a world of black forests, burning torches, and small, isolated villages, where nighttime is all but eternal
- became one of the last witchhunters left in his world when his brothers-in-arms fell victim to paranoia and began to accuse each other of practicing the craft, resulting in a violent schism that he just barely escaped unharmed (and, of course, blamed on an unidentified yet clearly very powerful witch upon whom he has sworn bloody vengeance)
- joined the Enclave shortly afterwards as both an agent and a refugee, prepared to bide his time by honing his abilities in the field until he can return to his homeworld to avenge and rebuild his order