<div style="text-align: center"><i>This is a roleplay in the setting of </i><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/115705/"><i>Monster Contract</i></a><i>, meant to flesh out the backstory between Jarvan Feran </i>(<a class="username" data-user-id="40208" data-username="@Xywel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40208/">@Xywel</a>)<i>, Kital</i> (<a class="username" data-user-id="33593" data-username="@Silverbird" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33593/">@Silverbird</a>)<i> and Morsel </i>(<a class="username" data-user-id="40328" data-username="@CandleLitRevelries" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40328/">@CandleLitRevelries</a>)<i>. For those who aren't the listed people and do play in the Monster Contract RP, read at your own risk of having backstories exposed (Please don't metagame of this ;P).   </i><br/>
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<i>Jarvan Feran<br/>
Jovial Mercenary and Merc Captain</i><br/>
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<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Three months before the events of <a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/115705/">Monster Contract</a> ...... </span></b><br/>​</div>Panting, Jarvan steadied himself against a tree as the clouds of his breath floated into the morning sky, his lungs burning. Damn it, fighting without companions against even a small group of Pawn Lillim was proving troublesome. Sure, two or three were much of a problem, but more of them were a royal pain in the ass. Projectiles everywhere, strange attacks fired at him without him knowing how to react. How troublesome.<br/>Still, he'd gotten away from a group after he so foolishly thought he could get out of town for a bit on his own. Fleeing like a common chump really didn't sit well by him, but although his magic could carry him far, it wouldn't be enough to make him come out on top with his chances stacked against him.<br/>He shuddered when he thought he could've encountered a Berserker or a Dragon Queen or something along those lines. Now that would be... fatal, maybe even worse.<br/><br/>The mercenary found himself near a collection of farms and lakes at current, having heard of some trouble being afoot nearby. He might not have Lillim of his own, but he was trained in making contracts and his own combat abilities were nothing to sneeze at either. Jarvan just wished he could encounter a Lillim that wouldn't be either attacking him on sight, live in big groups or just straight up ignore him for hours on end.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Time to press on." </span>He mumbled to himself, stepping towards the lake bound farms. He had to start his search somewhere. With a bit of luck, he'd find some clues where the trouble had been.<br/><br/>A little while and good talk with the locals later, Jarvan figured out that the local farmers had been having some trouble with Lillim, stealing livestock and just generally being a nuisance. With them not having any fighter nor Lillim amongst their own ranks, they needed somebody else to try and solve the problem. And that's why he was there.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Alright, let's get this party started."</span>He said with a grin, rubbing his hands. Who knows, maybe he would finally get his hands on some proper Lillim this time around. He just hoped there weren't any Bishops and Queens involved... That'd be bad, very bad. He wouldn't stand a chance on his own.