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[Bounty] Hope

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WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE
A human named 'Hope'
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Wanted for desertion and sabotage.

Was last sighted in the town of Ashton.
Not believed to be particularly dangerous.

Anyone found aiding this man will be hanged. 


Seek out Elrach for your reward once you have either captured or killed this man.

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*James sighs, wondering what the nether his friend had gotten into. "I don' feel like gettin' 'anged  so I HOPE 'e manages."

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"How much do ye pay!?"

A smelly bountyhunter yells

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Lhindir would ignite the paper in hand, followed by heading out to find the human.

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Night Terror closes his blue and red eyes as he uses his photographic memory to recollect on the image. Immediately after, the parchment he was holding burst into flame as he walked off, his sandals flickering upon the sand.

 

Night Terror arrived at his home, taking of his sandles and sliding open the bamboo door. As he approach the center of the room, he knelt down resting on his feet. Before him was an ancient and old shrine, to a God of Vengeance, to those that had lost their parents to Orc raiders.

 

He held out his right hand, using his left to slit his wrist with an ivory dagger. It was an offering. He did not die.

 

Instead, he was rejuvenated. He picked up his duel katanas and went out in search of "Hope". To End Hope, was his goal.

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"Huh, that was unexpected." Videric remarked as he carefully read the paper. Sighing, he wondered why Hope would have a bounty. While he was reading, his cousin came in with a bottle of tea in her hand, then setting it down on a table beside Videric as she smiled warmly at him. "Thanks." He told her, but his focus was still on the paper in his hand. His right ear slightly twitches as he noticed his cousin's footsteps turned inaudible at every step. He simply shrugged and continued reading the paper. "Sorry, old friend, can't help you. I just... HOPE...," he paused for a moment to chuckle lightly at his terrible joke, "... well, just stay safe and get as far away as possible from the Dreadlands... and don't ever come back... for your own good." He finished and his right hand slowly reached out for the bottle of tea, slowly uncorking it and taking a sip.

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Shuril would grin at the bounty, "Desertion AND sabotage? How fun...but what do I get if I bring his charred head, I wonder?" 

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