The scent hits you first - smoke, oil, and iron. The sound of clinking glasses and the low hum of old stories that refuse to stay buried. A candle burns low on the counter, dripping wax onto a scarred table marked by a single sigil: a hound's skull crowned in flame.

"Right then. You've found your way to the Club. That means you've seen things - or plan to. Either way, we're your sort."

We're a collection of monster hunters, outcasts, and the occasional monster that got tired of biting. The Hellhound Hunters Club exists for one purpose: to track down what others won't, and share a drink after.

A few things to keep in mind:

• Keep it civil. Disagreements are expected. Broken furniture is not.
• Stay in character when you mean to. We've rooms for both the real and the make-believe.
• Respect the Hunt. Whether your quarry's a werewolf, a tax form, or your own shadow, remember: we all bleed red when it counts.
• Don't take yourself too seriously. We're hunters, not saints. Laugh when you can - it might be your last chance.

Find a seat, introduce yourself, and help yourself to a drink - first round's on the house. Just... don't ask what it's made of.