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Dolwynn was passing through Apple Lane when he was approached in his capacity as a monster hunter to retrieve their stolen goods from White eyes gang. Expecting yet another hyped up bushwacking with a bunch of rag tag swords for hire, he was unexpectedly thrown into deeper and deeper peril, starting with the befriending and championing of the newtling folk against an ancient enemy that tested his claims as a monster killer and culminating in representing Orlanth himself in a troll based heroquest. | Dolwynn was passing through Apple Lane when he was approached in his capacity as a monster hunter to retrieve their stolen goods from White eyes gang. Expecting yet another hyped up bushwacking with a bunch of rag tag swords for hire, he was unexpectedly thrown into deeper and deeper peril, starting with the befriending and championing of the newtling folk against an ancient enemy that tested his claims as a monster killer and culminating in representing Orlanth himself in a troll based heroquest. | ||
โ | Through it all, he was forced to consider and reconsider his actions, his directions and his responsibilities. For every gift he gained - blood drenched skin, the dance of the thunder lizard, surety and confidence in his own destiny, the bullroarer of his patron god, powers over and with the ice and cold of his lover and his somewhat daughter - he learned a lesson in his place in the world and how it was a right, not a | + | Through it all, he was forced to consider and reconsider his actions, his directions and his responsibilities. For every gift he gained - blood drenched skin, the dance of the thunder lizard, surety and confidence in his own destiny, the bullroarer of his patron god, powers over and with the ice and cold of his lover and his somewhat daughter - he learned a lesson in his place in the world and how it was a right, not a privelige. |
Now he has entered a dragon path to who knows where, his companion by his side and a new hearth - albeit of rainbow hued lynx kittens - for the hunter in him to protect. He has made friends that can only be made through the experiences they have shared and the bluster he once hid behind has faded away under a new surety - there are things they have to do, this group. There are no coincidences. | Now he has entered a dragon path to who knows where, his companion by his side and a new hearth - albeit of rainbow hued lynx kittens - for the hunter in him to protect. He has made friends that can only be made through the experiences they have shared and the bluster he once hid behind has faded away under a new surety - there are things they have to do, this group. There are no coincidences. | ||