Jackal's Missive

[Temp 2006]

The Jackal Sect

 

 

A branch of the A.C.S. Consortium.

 

Nowadays, damnation befits the realm of the living. The threat of the supernatural has grown twofold. Monsters born of elder sorceries and mutations have woken from their slumber, meaning to unleash turmoil and sow infestation upon lorn swamps and low-mires.

 

As such, the presence of a guild dedicated to the complete eradication or containment of these perverse beings has been deemed a matter of utmost gravity, for the sake of our Realm.

 

This group, comprised of once-condemned individuals which faced the capital punishment, or even street urchins doomed to a life of poverty, are thereby sworn under the Sect and given new lives-- lives which imply years of training and discipline, for the ultimate purpose of methodically seeking out and exterminating the Anomalous.

 

The missive ends abruptly, with a set of instructions detailing the means and ends through which one might make contact with the Sect for recruitment.

Spoiler

 

 

The Jackal's mark is presented at the centre of their insignia, wedged between a broken lance.

 

 

(This guild operates under a strict PK clause.)

Approach us ingame, or contact RancidHound#1670 on Discord.

Written by @Boruto & revised by @Joltastik

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Selwyn’s eyes followed Aldrik’s hand as his quill moved over the parchment, writing words he couldn’t read. “Only madness or stupidity would drive a man to seek us, cap’n.” Then he turned back, and honed the edge of his blade until it glimmered.

[Joltastik 506]

Leonhard twirled the waxed ends of his moustache, smirking all the while.

 

“I expect some proper hazing, gentlemen!”

[Jentos 9422]

Jean let out a lowly curse at Selwyn’s words, straw hair waving as his head shook from side to side. “Retarded, or desperate... The worst of men.” he muttered out weakly, a few digits clasping the side of his chest.

[Temp 2006]

Aldrik, quill in hand, sucks at his teeth before stating in a flat tone, “Then they’re among their kin.”

[GDPR 014 48]

Wesmer 'The Fanatic' cries into the night sky.

"Repurposed by God!"