JACK
The words where's my skyboat seem to have been echoing through the very fibres of Jack's life since he'd accepted Maeve's offer to become part of the council. They ring incessantly, as if some being from above keeps yelling it in the General Chat channel of the site Discord (wot?)
So here Jack is at last, to shut that bitch up and satisfy his own wants at the same time. Oh andMaeve is here too. Something something doesn't trust him around her goddess? Whatever. Jack has been around long enough to know what the gods are supposed to like, so he's chosen appropriately for Safrin.
His offering, then, is a beautifully crafted hand-mirror, laced with shells and gemstones and with a glass so clear that the stars dazzle within it as they shine in through the lighthouse window. "Please don't curse me," he mutters, mostly to himself.
Paying 450MP (already subtracted) for a god quest from Saffy please!!
So here Jack is at last, to shut that bitch up and satisfy his own wants at the same time. Oh and
His offering, then, is a beautifully crafted hand-mirror, laced with shells and gemstones and with a glass so clear that the stars dazzle within it as they shine in through the lighthouse window. "Please don't curse me," he mutters, mostly to himself.
Paying 450MP (already subtracted) for a god quest from Saffy please!!
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
