The next day..
The bright sun shone over a new day in Haven City. Now that the Baron was gone, the rebels (and a few Krimzon guards who surrendered to be peaceful allies) used his large palace as their base. It took a great deal of refurnishing though, which included the stripping down of countless statues, busts and potraits of the Baron. Eversince, the palace started to look like a better place.
Meanwhile, in Torn's large palace room..
Torn: OUCH!
Dagan: Relax, it's just a bit of alcohol.
Torn: Oww.yeah, just a bit of alcohol when you're pouring the whole jar on me!
Dagan: Shut up and keep still.
Suddenly there came a knock on the door and Keira stepped inside, a piece of paper clutched in her small, elegant hands.
Keira: Hey, guys! Check this out!
Jak: What is it?
Keira handed Jak the paper and he began to read slowly.
Jak: (Reading) 'Sudden attacks have been reported in the slum area last night. Five people were murdered, but evidence shows that the attacks were not made by a man. Two more people have been reported missing.' (Looks up from the paper) Murders in the slums?
Keira: A Krimzon gave it to me just this morning. I thought you'd better check it out.
Jak: (Reading the paper again) '.evidence shows that the attacks were not made by a man.' What does that mean?
Keira: (Shudders) It's kinda too scary to think about.
Jak: You can tell us.
Keira: Well, the reports did say they weren't made by a man. The five murdered people were.dragged or something into an alley and.ripped to pieces.
Jak/Daxter: (winces)
Keira: Whatever murdered those people is definitely not human.
Daxter: Do you think it's a Metalhead?
Jak: Metalheads? It's possible, but what kind of Metalhead would rip a person into pieces? Metalheads don't attack like that.
Torn: Some do. Take the one that bit me for instance. I saw what it did to its prey, and it ain't pretty.
Jak: Well, if it is a Metalhead, I'm here to take care of it.
Keira: I don't know, Jak. It's sounds dangerous.
Jak: (Smiling) Hey, what do you think I've been doing all my life?
Before Keira could reply, there was suddenly a loud sound from outside. The long, dull bellow of a war-horn blew once again, followed by a few shouts of men.
Keira: (Running towards the room's open balcony) What the-?
Daxter: Let's go down and check things out!
Jak, Daxter, Keira and Torn all went down to the last floor of the palace to see what was happening outside. Once on the streets they saw a group of well-armoured men carrying slim, pointed guns of some unknown brand. The leader of them all was a tall and broad man with a well-trimmed beard and moustace. He had a stern and firm look, but his eyes were wild and fiery. He wore a long red cloak with the insignia of a Metalhead skull being pierced with a dagger emblazoned in silver. Behind him was a large crate carrying something big under a piece of cloth.
Man: Fellow citizens of Haven City! My name is Harken and I am the leader of the Huntsmen of Mar!
Jak: (Whispering) The Huntsmen of Mar?
Torn: Ancient guards of the House of Mar, the founder of Haven City. They're job is to protect the city from the Metalheads, but a few years after Mar's death they dissappeared from the records and were never heard of again.
Jak: Is that so? So what the hell does this Harken guy want?
Torn: We'll soon find out.
Harken: Many of you have heard of the Huntsmen of Mar from old tales and songs of our proud history, our rise and our fall. But now, we have returned to prove our worth once again to you. I bring to you our most recent enemy: the murderer of last night's poor victims! Behold! The Beast!
The men removed the cloth covering the crate and the people who watched them all gasped in disbelief and terror. Even Jak's jaw dropped.
On the crate was the Metalhead that had bitten Torn. Even in death it was terrifying to behold; its jaw was still wide open, revealling the several fangs inside. Its eyes were only half-way closed, and still very fiery. Daxter gulped loudly by Jak's side.
Harken: This is the Beast whom we have slain just last night after it had devoured its last two victims. By our skill and hands, he has fallen. So put your trust in the Huntsmen of Mar, and fear no longer the enemy!
The crowd clapped loudly, whooping out cries. Jak frowned deeply.
Jak: Well, he sure knows how to talk.
Keira: Wait a minute. I know that guy.
She pointed to a man who stood silently next to Harken. He had the facial markings of the Krimzon, similar to those on Torn's. His eyes were a sharp, light brown and his hair a light red.
Jak: Isn't he the commander of the Krimzon?
Torn: Yeah, that's him all right. What was his name.Erol?
Keira: What's he doing with the Huntsmen of Mar?
Daxter: Well, I suppose he couldn't find a better job, since we kicked the Krimzon out of our daily lives.
Jak: He won't be much of a problem to us. Come on, let's go.
Harken: (Before Jak turned to leave) But be warned my friends, those who have set eyes on this Beast must heed this warning: if ever should it bite you, it will pass its foul legacy into your veins and turn you into its own kind to terrorize yet more of our people!
The crowd gasped and looked uneasily at each other. Jak, Daxter and Keira immediately turned to Torn.
Torn: (Laughs) You don't believe that Huntsmen crap do you?
Daxter: CRAP!? CRAP!? You're going to turn into a Beast, Torn!
Torn: The Huntsmen told us that same tale a long time ago about every single Metalhead they meet. Its just to keep us alert.
Jak: (Looking uneasy) I don't know, Torn.
Torn: Besides, if I were going to turn into some beast I'd be sprouting fangs and claws right about now. Believe me, Jak. There ain't nothing useful you wanna hear from a Huntsman.
Jak: But-
Torn: Relax, it's nothing. Besides, I've been bitten multiple times by all sorts of Metalheads and none of them is turning me into some human- devouring maniac. Just you see tomorrow morning; they'll be nothing but peaches and cream.
Torn turned to walk back into the palace, leaving Jak, Keira and Daxter to ponder on their own.
The bright sun shone over a new day in Haven City. Now that the Baron was gone, the rebels (and a few Krimzon guards who surrendered to be peaceful allies) used his large palace as their base. It took a great deal of refurnishing though, which included the stripping down of countless statues, busts and potraits of the Baron. Eversince, the palace started to look like a better place.
Meanwhile, in Torn's large palace room..
Torn: OUCH!
Dagan: Relax, it's just a bit of alcohol.
Torn: Oww.yeah, just a bit of alcohol when you're pouring the whole jar on me!
Dagan: Shut up and keep still.
Suddenly there came a knock on the door and Keira stepped inside, a piece of paper clutched in her small, elegant hands.
Keira: Hey, guys! Check this out!
Jak: What is it?
Keira handed Jak the paper and he began to read slowly.
Jak: (Reading) 'Sudden attacks have been reported in the slum area last night. Five people were murdered, but evidence shows that the attacks were not made by a man. Two more people have been reported missing.' (Looks up from the paper) Murders in the slums?
Keira: A Krimzon gave it to me just this morning. I thought you'd better check it out.
Jak: (Reading the paper again) '.evidence shows that the attacks were not made by a man.' What does that mean?
Keira: (Shudders) It's kinda too scary to think about.
Jak: You can tell us.
Keira: Well, the reports did say they weren't made by a man. The five murdered people were.dragged or something into an alley and.ripped to pieces.
Jak/Daxter: (winces)
Keira: Whatever murdered those people is definitely not human.
Daxter: Do you think it's a Metalhead?
Jak: Metalheads? It's possible, but what kind of Metalhead would rip a person into pieces? Metalheads don't attack like that.
Torn: Some do. Take the one that bit me for instance. I saw what it did to its prey, and it ain't pretty.
Jak: Well, if it is a Metalhead, I'm here to take care of it.
Keira: I don't know, Jak. It's sounds dangerous.
Jak: (Smiling) Hey, what do you think I've been doing all my life?
Before Keira could reply, there was suddenly a loud sound from outside. The long, dull bellow of a war-horn blew once again, followed by a few shouts of men.
Keira: (Running towards the room's open balcony) What the-?
Daxter: Let's go down and check things out!
Jak, Daxter, Keira and Torn all went down to the last floor of the palace to see what was happening outside. Once on the streets they saw a group of well-armoured men carrying slim, pointed guns of some unknown brand. The leader of them all was a tall and broad man with a well-trimmed beard and moustace. He had a stern and firm look, but his eyes were wild and fiery. He wore a long red cloak with the insignia of a Metalhead skull being pierced with a dagger emblazoned in silver. Behind him was a large crate carrying something big under a piece of cloth.
Man: Fellow citizens of Haven City! My name is Harken and I am the leader of the Huntsmen of Mar!
Jak: (Whispering) The Huntsmen of Mar?
Torn: Ancient guards of the House of Mar, the founder of Haven City. They're job is to protect the city from the Metalheads, but a few years after Mar's death they dissappeared from the records and were never heard of again.
Jak: Is that so? So what the hell does this Harken guy want?
Torn: We'll soon find out.
Harken: Many of you have heard of the Huntsmen of Mar from old tales and songs of our proud history, our rise and our fall. But now, we have returned to prove our worth once again to you. I bring to you our most recent enemy: the murderer of last night's poor victims! Behold! The Beast!
The men removed the cloth covering the crate and the people who watched them all gasped in disbelief and terror. Even Jak's jaw dropped.
On the crate was the Metalhead that had bitten Torn. Even in death it was terrifying to behold; its jaw was still wide open, revealling the several fangs inside. Its eyes were only half-way closed, and still very fiery. Daxter gulped loudly by Jak's side.
Harken: This is the Beast whom we have slain just last night after it had devoured its last two victims. By our skill and hands, he has fallen. So put your trust in the Huntsmen of Mar, and fear no longer the enemy!
The crowd clapped loudly, whooping out cries. Jak frowned deeply.
Jak: Well, he sure knows how to talk.
Keira: Wait a minute. I know that guy.
She pointed to a man who stood silently next to Harken. He had the facial markings of the Krimzon, similar to those on Torn's. His eyes were a sharp, light brown and his hair a light red.
Jak: Isn't he the commander of the Krimzon?
Torn: Yeah, that's him all right. What was his name.Erol?
Keira: What's he doing with the Huntsmen of Mar?
Daxter: Well, I suppose he couldn't find a better job, since we kicked the Krimzon out of our daily lives.
Jak: He won't be much of a problem to us. Come on, let's go.
Harken: (Before Jak turned to leave) But be warned my friends, those who have set eyes on this Beast must heed this warning: if ever should it bite you, it will pass its foul legacy into your veins and turn you into its own kind to terrorize yet more of our people!
The crowd gasped and looked uneasily at each other. Jak, Daxter and Keira immediately turned to Torn.
Torn: (Laughs) You don't believe that Huntsmen crap do you?
Daxter: CRAP!? CRAP!? You're going to turn into a Beast, Torn!
Torn: The Huntsmen told us that same tale a long time ago about every single Metalhead they meet. Its just to keep us alert.
Jak: (Looking uneasy) I don't know, Torn.
Torn: Besides, if I were going to turn into some beast I'd be sprouting fangs and claws right about now. Believe me, Jak. There ain't nothing useful you wanna hear from a Huntsman.
Jak: But-
Torn: Relax, it's nothing. Besides, I've been bitten multiple times by all sorts of Metalheads and none of them is turning me into some human- devouring maniac. Just you see tomorrow morning; they'll be nothing but peaches and cream.
Torn turned to walk back into the palace, leaving Jak, Keira and Daxter to ponder on their own.