"Jason knew that this was beyond him. And some deep inside him rose. A deep knowing that he could take this the minataur. Sterlingly strong, the minataur stood with a knowing going in his eyes. This wasn't his first rodeo. "Don't fail me now" Jason thought as he gripped his staff ever tighter."
"The minataur thrust himself at Jason. A tangled mess of limbs and horns, they jostled for position. Jason held the minataur's head down by the horns. "I've got you now" as he moved to thrust his staff deep inside the ... The world a twirl, Jason found himself on his back, lurching. Something gored him and the man-beast had struck the first blow. He had never felt anything like this before. The power. The grace. The yearning for release. He was no longer in control. When was the last time he wasn't in control?"
Mordecai. Human. Level 50.Manager of Princess Donut.This is a non-combatant NPC.This is a human. This one is something called a Canadian. Part French. Part maple syrup. He’s weirdly obsessed with ice hockey and snowmobiles and semi-erotic lumberjack fan fiction. Has a well-worn Tim Hortons loyalty card in his Velcro wallet. He says “aboot” instead of “about” and gets really, really upset when you point it out, claiming you’re hearing things and that it’s a harmful stereotype. It’s not a stereotype, and that’s exactly how it sounds. He has a relative who was trampled to death by a moose. You get the idea.
"Jason knew that this was beyond him. And some deep inside him rose. A deep knowing that he could take this the minataur. Sterlingly strong, the minataur stood with a knowing going in his eyes. This wasn't his first rodeo. "Don't fail me now" Jason thought as he gripped his staff ever tighter."
"The minataur thrust himself at Jason. A tangled mess of limbs and horns, they jostled for position. Jason held the minataur's head down by the horns. "I've got you now" as he moved to thrust his staff deep inside the ... The world a twirl, Jason found himself on his back, lurching. Something gored him and the man-beast had struck the first blow. He had never felt anything like this before. The power. The grace. The yearning for release. He was no longer in control. When was the last time he wasn't in control?"