It was a new day, which meant for more work to be done. Raynar arose from his small home and grabbed his gear and weapons. "Time to see what kind of jobs I'd be taking from the Dark Net. If it's anything like the sort I used to take on, this shouldn't be too much of a problem. But I'll find out when I see the latest jobs on offer." He muttered to himself as he was going about his daily breakfast routine before heading out.<br/><br/>Raynar was a strong and skilled Mercenary back in his home town of Valor. Any job that was posted there would be collected by him almost instantly and completed without too much fuss or trouble. This of course gave him the alias of the townsfolk as the Crimson Warrior, as he left a Crimson like stamp on his completed jobs. He fought with honour before his own resolve, and ensured he always did the right thing on a mission or during any difficult situations. Of course, this mean't that sometimes he had to make some hard choices.<br/><br/>Heading over to one of the Dark Net Mages, he pondered while on his journey. "I've never taken a job from the Dark Net before. I wonder what kind of things I'd be engaging? Judging from the name alone, it's not something to be taken lightly i'd imagine. Oh well. Let's just see what's there."<br/><br/>Arriving at a local tavern, he approached a Dark Mage to obtain his first set of jobs. Once he laid eyes on them, he couldn't help but notice that they were no names attached to them. "Jeez. I guess people that post here remain anonymous. That must not be a good sign then." He muttered out loud, as he turned around to witness someone also approach the Mage.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="294" data-username="@Annukai" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/294/">@Annukai</a>.