According to the stories, Humterlin lures sleeping children out of their beds with the music of his strange flute, and spirits them away to some unknown place, from which they never return. The League of Hunters officially denies that Humterlin is a member, if he's even real, but no one truly believes them.
First released in the Bounty Hunt (September 6, 2024)
Skills[]
Special
Skill
Target
Additional Effect(s)
Kidnapper's Coda
0
120
-
-
-
2
Default
Skill
Target
Additional Effect(s)
Dangerous Game
40
100
22
0
0
Come Play With Me
0
100
30
0
0
Group 1
Skill
Target
Additional Effect(s)
Join Me in the Dark
30
95
28
2
0
self:
Inescapable Melody
0
100
30
0
0
Group 2
Skill
Target
Additional Effect(s)
Inspiring Dirge
0
100
42
2
0
Swallowing Darkness
25
95
42
2
0
all enemies: 25 dmg
Group 3
Skill
Target
Additional Effect(s)
Frenzied Dirge
0
100
42
2
0
Terrifying Tempo
0
100
48
3
0
Special
Kidnapper's Coda
-
0
120
-
-
2
Default
Dangerous Game
0
40
100
22
0
Default
Come Play With Me
0
0
100
30
0
Group 1
Join Me in the Dark
0
30
95
28
2
self:
Group 1
Inescapable Melody
0
0
100
30
0
Group 2
Inspiring Dirge
0
0
100
42
2
Group 2
Swallowing Darkness
0
25
95
42
2
all enemies: 25 dmg
Group 3
Frenzied Dirge
0
0
100
42
2
Group 3
Terrifying Tempo
0
0
100
48
3
Lore[]
Baby monsters are raised on terrifying tales of the hunter Humterlin, a shadowy figure who stalks their dreams at night. With his rough-hewn flute, he plays mysterious lullabies that make the children get up and walk, still fast asleep, right out of their homes. No one knows where Humterlin lures these children to, and no one knows why they never come back.
The League of Hunters officially denies Humterlin’s very existence, saying that if such a monster does exist, he certainly isn’t a member of that organization. They would never openly accept a contract where children could be hurt. But everyone knows the League of Hunters isn’t always forthcoming about the true nature of their business, so it’s generally believed that this is a lie.
If you ever walk down a dark road at night, admiring the stars above Petra, be wary—the sound of a whippoorwill blowing in the breeze might actually be the siren’s call of Humterlin’s flute, calling you away to an unknown adventure (or certain death).