Ch. 5 - The introduction of a very draconian Jack of Fables
[So, the experiment was over. Jack spent an entire day rolling in his gold thinking about it. It was pretty ridiculous. Him? A family man? Raising a kid? It's a wonder he even believed that bullshit. The great Jack Horner was too awesome and cool to be saddled by any woman and he never went around leaving bastard children around. Except that one time, but that was a fluke. He certainly didn't stick around for eighteen some years raising them, that's for sure.
Not that this was at the forefront of his concerns, as he stared gloomily in the river. The reflection of that crocodile grinned beast did little to improve his mood. It was what? Two days ago, he reckons. He was about the size of a walrus, but his lust for wealth was enough to drive him from consuming all the food he could. He managed to steal Sparrow's half of the loot and then turned his so-called brother in for the loot. The more he thought about that, the more convinced he was that not feeling remotely remorseful for it was the right way to go. After all, if he hadn't done it, Sparrow would have. That's how the game was played.
The hike up the mountain had been one that compelled him, almost as strong as the Shift that made him think he was a father. Like some sort of destiny or compulsion or something. He just HAD to find a cave. Somewhere to make sure his loot would be never found. But the moment he spilled the contents, there was more gold than he ever had suspected he collected. Maybe more than had even existed in that dream land. Was it the gold he stole from El Dorado, finally in Luceti? Well, if it was, that would be comforting at least. And he did feel a lot better when he rolled around in it, buried his face under the gold, and had a long dragon nap.
Eventually hunger had won out over greed, leading him to where is now. He'd tried his hand hunting in the forest, but nothing about a twenty ton dragon was subtle and when he tried to chase animals in the woods, he kept tripping over trees and generally being fairly useless. Eventually his eyes settled on the farmlands left over and he realized he had a feast all corralled in one convenient fence. Big, meaty cows. Even though one would last him for a day, he gobbled down three before he was satisfied. Because he hadn't quite got a handle on this flying business yet, he was taking the long way back to his cave, following the river upstream. But his reflection was really distraction.
Damn. How is he going to score with chicks looking like this?]
(tl;dr version - Jack the Dragon can be found prowling the woods and failing at hunting, up in the farmlands, or north of the village along the river. He's a fairly large dragon. Here's a pic for comparison. He can eat a cow in one mouthful, if that tells you anything. Also, tags will come from dragonjack until... whenever he's human again.)
Not that this was at the forefront of his concerns, as he stared gloomily in the river. The reflection of that crocodile grinned beast did little to improve his mood. It was what? Two days ago, he reckons. He was about the size of a walrus, but his lust for wealth was enough to drive him from consuming all the food he could. He managed to steal Sparrow's half of the loot and then turned his so-called brother in for the loot. The more he thought about that, the more convinced he was that not feeling remotely remorseful for it was the right way to go. After all, if he hadn't done it, Sparrow would have. That's how the game was played.
The hike up the mountain had been one that compelled him, almost as strong as the Shift that made him think he was a father. Like some sort of destiny or compulsion or something. He just HAD to find a cave. Somewhere to make sure his loot would be never found. But the moment he spilled the contents, there was more gold than he ever had suspected he collected. Maybe more than had even existed in that dream land. Was it the gold he stole from El Dorado, finally in Luceti? Well, if it was, that would be comforting at least. And he did feel a lot better when he rolled around in it, buried his face under the gold, and had a long dragon nap.
Eventually hunger had won out over greed, leading him to where is now. He'd tried his hand hunting in the forest, but nothing about a twenty ton dragon was subtle and when he tried to chase animals in the woods, he kept tripping over trees and generally being fairly useless. Eventually his eyes settled on the farmlands left over and he realized he had a feast all corralled in one convenient fence. Big, meaty cows. Even though one would last him for a day, he gobbled down three before he was satisfied. Because he hadn't quite got a handle on this flying business yet, he was taking the long way back to his cave, following the river upstream. But his reflection was really distraction.
Damn. How is he going to score with chicks looking like this?]
(tl;dr version - Jack the Dragon can be found prowling the woods and failing at hunting, up in the farmlands, or north of the village along the river. He's a fairly large dragon. Here's a pic for comparison. He can eat a cow in one mouthful, if that tells you anything. Also, tags will come from dragonjack until... whenever he's human again.)
