Monster Enthusiast

The name's Ludwig, Ludwig Schatten. Professional monster enthusiast.

Ah, the Dendroid Guard - a living statue with a bark worse than its bite... literally.

I'm a Censor for the Keepers, which is just a fancy way of saying I get to play with dangerous monsters and deadly artifacts for a living.

How am I? Well, let's see. I haven't been eaten, maimed, or vaporized today, so I guess I'm doing pretty well.

Life's peachy when you're always one step away from a monstrous death!

This here is the Tempest Timberland. A lovely spot if you don't mind the occasional monster trying to rip your face off.

It's a bit like a haunted amusement park. Only the monsters are real and the cotton candy tastes like dirt.

Between the eerie wind and the constant rustling, it's a great place to practice your scream!

Oh, do I have a job for you!

Have I got a whopper of a task for you!

Indeed, I'm sitting on a monster of a problem here.

Actually, I have a situation that requires someone... expendable. Interested?

Not at the moment. But stick around, something's bound to try and kill us.

Currently, it's all quiet on the monstrous front.

Thanks, but I haven't run out of ways to risk my life...yet.

I'm good. I have enough life-threatening situations to last me the week.

With your help, science will march on!

Have you heard of the elusive Wooden Deer?

I'm dying to dissect one of these natural marvels! Can you hunt it down?

Oh, did I scare you? No worries, they're only slightly deadly.

Just think about it. It's not every day you get to hunt a tree-beast.

Scared of a little tree? I won't tell anyone.

A creature of splinter and leaf, bark and bone.

Their remains could tell us so much about their society. Are they protectors? Leaders? Or just really big bullies?

I'm the guy who looks danger in the eye and says, 'Can I cut you?

Awww, and I was looking forward to dissecting a Dendroid Guard.

Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.

No problem. I'll just add it to my list of potentially deadly quests.

The Young Woodraptor is an enigma. Why are they more aggressive than the adults?

Is it because they're trying to prove themselves? Or maybe they're just cranky?

Either way, I'd love to learn more about them. And you're going to help me!

Oh well, can't blame a guy for trying.

No harm done. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.

Scared of a little Woodraptor? Don't worry, they're more bark than bite... well, mostly.

If you can kill one, you'll be doing science a huge favor. Plus, it will be one less Dendroid Guard to worry about.

Imagine a creature that's more tree than beast, wandering the woods like a lost limb of Mother Nature herself.