JACK
Crentist, Jack has decided, has absolutely been the best choice among them, based on the shrill noise of Iskra's woman and the screaming(?) coming from where Deimos is also trying his best to question the civilians. It helps, of course, that there's concrete telepathic evidence for him to sift through as well, the captain nodding brusquely. "Don't blame you," he says. "North, then. We'll take a look up there." Tossing a lazy salute towards the other man and leaving him to it, he approaches the group to listen to the gathered intel thus far.
"A dragon?" He winces at Iskra. "Great. Matches with what my guy had to say - he mentioned there were more to the north, includin' a biggun , to use the technical term. Reckon we got a daemon dragon fight on our hands." Surprising absolutely nobody.
Jack also returns and shares his knowledge!
"A dragon?" He winces at Iskra. "Great. Matches with what my guy had to say - he mentioned there were more to the north, includin' a biggun , to use the technical term. Reckon we got a daemon dragon fight on our hands." Surprising absolutely nobody.
Jack also returns and shares his knowledge!
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
