Originally Posted by WWIn the past in Fairhaven there have been incidents where children have been attacked and killed by guard animals. A small group of wealthy women in the city, headed by one Lucretia Sylvannia Ameltine VanMorian, stirred up a massive public outcry about this. Right now, it would occur to Jack that he is currently enjoying the fruits of her labor.
Lucretia VanMorian is the wife of one of the powerful VanMorian family. Her husband is not very important to the family itself (2nd cousin to Baron Toma VanMorian or some such) but the name holds much weight in the city. The VanMorian Estate is located in Oldhaven.
Dirk, well you wrack your brain a bit but then you make the connection.
Jaroslav Dirk raises dogs and hunting animals for the wealthy of Fairhaven on his farm in Blaenville. He also raises racing dogs, Greyhound racing being a popular local sport.
He must be breeding some fighting animals for Mardens rings or for sale as well. Momma and he have a rivalry and the events of last night will only serve to fuel that heat.
I'm not sure if you recall Sarah, the girl from our Artful Dodger's backstory who took care of the Fishhouse Crew, the only family Jack Dawton ever felt he had, who was killed by the Kirling Brotherhood.
Well, our young Jack has had his ear to the street, and been doing a bit of research, seen? And what he's scanned is that his little girl, Sarah, could be brought back to life, but it would require major mojo and money. Money he don't have. So it has just become our young ragamuffin and rascal's goal in life to gain enough money/power/leverage to prevail upon some god to bring Sarah back to life. Perhaps gaining a little revenge on the Kirling Brotherhood at the same time wouldn't be a sour way to go 'bout it...
Well, anyway, take that how you wilt, and weave it into your machiavellian webs. But I warn ye: Should Jack Dawten succeed in raising the redoubtable Sarah, he do love her, and having a real family, perhaps Momma Toki him and Sarah, or others, would matter to him more than any hijinks or revenge or such.
Also, my starting gear shall be the clothes on his back, a set of rusted picks, and a sorry excuse for a knife he traded a fake gold pocketwatch to Shimmy for. *bows* I wish you good night.
|low-tier greenarm, street brat and pocket|
|City Guard. 'Patrollers'|
|a small/young greenarm|
|Non-ganged street children.|