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isleofavalon2021-02-13 10:40 pm
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She was my woman
🧙 WHO: Hendrik and Jasper
⚔️️ WHAT: Closed Quest
🕒 WHEN: February
🗺️ WHERE: Southern Beaches
⚠️ WARNINGS: NPC Death
[Hours pass. Jasper works throughout the day, gleaning clues from one person and another, researching evidence, confirming statements and facts, hunting and tracking and stalking human quarry through the southern plains. Truth be told, he enjoys the pursuit, the thrill of employing his wits. The fact he hunts a man responsible for shackling a victim prompts him to work hard - and he finds him within a moment of time. Stomping through the sands like his pathetic effort means anything.
Nothing means anything should the Lord of Shadows find his way to this place.
Clenching a fist, he watches from a distance and waits patiently, retaining enough of a sense of survival to work and demonstrate effort to his master, should that become reality. There is warm familiarity in watching the kraken's tentacles rise slowly from the water; memories of his own dear beast blockading and menacing a city to the point life stands still. He spots the pelt wrapped around the man's back like a cape - safer on his person than kept under lock and key. It is all he needs to see.
Their meeting begins as a cordial agreement but ends with a dagger to the back. He claims his prize and walks away, cruelly leaving the hobbled man to face impossible odds.]
⚔️️ WHAT: Closed Quest
🕒 WHEN: February
🗺️ WHERE: Southern Beaches
⚠️ WARNINGS: NPC Death
[Hours pass. Jasper works throughout the day, gleaning clues from one person and another, researching evidence, confirming statements and facts, hunting and tracking and stalking human quarry through the southern plains. Truth be told, he enjoys the pursuit, the thrill of employing his wits. The fact he hunts a man responsible for shackling a victim prompts him to work hard - and he finds him within a moment of time. Stomping through the sands like his pathetic effort means anything.
Nothing means anything should the Lord of Shadows find his way to this place.
Clenching a fist, he watches from a distance and waits patiently, retaining enough of a sense of survival to work and demonstrate effort to his master, should that become reality. There is warm familiarity in watching the kraken's tentacles rise slowly from the water; memories of his own dear beast blockading and menacing a city to the point life stands still. He spots the pelt wrapped around the man's back like a cape - safer on his person than kept under lock and key. It is all he needs to see.
Their meeting begins as a cordial agreement but ends with a dagger to the back. He claims his prize and walks away, cruelly leaving the hobbled man to face impossible odds.]