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Garden of the Witch | Official Event Trailer | Hunt: Showdown 1896

Ten years ago, few people if any outside certain arcane or obscurist circles would have heard of our organization, such as it is now. Perhaps the sudden burst in popularity is what has led to the cannibalistic cycle of violence that consumes us today. None the less, regardless of who you are or what you intend, you deserve to know what you give yourself to. The American Hunters Association was founded decades ago, when a number of occultist, religious, scientific, and frontier organizations came together in a conclave to discuss findings of a world beyond our own. Many of those present at its founding have gone on to be noted spiritualists, philosophers, philanthropists, and showmen. Many more of them are buried in unmarked graves, imprisoned on murder charges, or among the insane. However, from that first meeting the aim of the AHA has been to to study this other world, and to protect our own from its more malicious influences. This most recent period of our history was stewarded by the Jones, Dr. John Welch Jones and his son, Dr. Phillip Huff Jones. Dr. Jones senior was a intelligent and serious man with an interest in the esoteric. He organized the Hunt as an international affair, with the serious airs of a businessman or a hospital head. Under his leadership, our organization formalized, and the first of the hunters you may be fortunate to have at your side or cursed to have hounding you arrived. However, leadership would not be so easy for the son, Phillip. John Jones' tenure had been marked by change and discovery, yes, but soon after Phillip Jones took up his father's mantle, the Louisiana event transpired, right in the organization's back yard. Immediately, the AHA was on a wartime footing, and Phillip's attention drawn to the practical matters of arming and recruiting hunters. Many answered the call, as you well know being here now, but many only for the mercenary promises Jones put out, or worse yet to be closer to our unknown foe. This opening of the organization sat uneasy, and tensions began to grow between the various factions within our group. Contracting within the infected zone around New Orleans increasingly became less centralized with the organization, with hunters recruiting extra help, muddying the water even further as less scrupulous methods were used to secure our quarry. By the end, Dr. Jones knew what he had unleashed, but by then it was too late. Our organization is without a leader; Philip Huff Jones was murdered in 1895.