Jaeger of the Black Winds. A master of the hunt. Rumors spoke of riches and treasures buried below the earth. It drew people. But what made Jaeger the most intrested wasn't the tales of jade, jewels, and riches. It was the the fact that the survivoirs never spoke what killed of their other members. Peopel didn't like to talk about the dead, but often tales of riches also spoke of deadly traps or guardian monsters. If it was simple traps, Jaeger would see his time as wasted, but if it was monsters and horrors unknown, then Jaeger would be in for some fun. And oh how he did enjoy his fun.<br/><br/>Monsters of the wyld, creation born creatures, and everything else that might exist. They made Jaeger gleeful. A man who made several trips into the underworld just to fight the spectral beast. A man who hunted for a door to Malfaens for a chance to hunt demons in their native lands. Sadly he never could find a pathway there. Jaeger feared nothing, a trait that often got him into trouble. A trait that could get him killed some day, or a trait that will lead to him becoming the most power being in creation. Only time would tell.<br/><br/>He came to Spears Tip with a single goal, but the night was late and his supplies low. All that distance across the frozen northern lands wore him down, and now he wanted a good night of rest, or an active night if he could get one.<br/><br/>He asked around for a little bit, trying to find a place to have some fun. Gambling was a popular activity around here, and Jaeger found gambling to be another game, not as fun as the hunt, but enjoyable all the same.<br/><br/>Jaeger first needed some cash, and the fastest way to earn a little Jade or Sliver was to take it. He followed a fat wealthy man, stalking him as he left a gambling den and following him across the city. Jaeger simply waited for the man to be alone, and with a swift stab into the back of the neck, ended the man's life. The kill was clean and with very little blood. He pushed the fat corpse into an alley, and walked off a few sliver richer. This would be his funds for the night, and as luck would have it, a closer den of gambling was here. What a pleasant surprise.<br/><br/>Jaeger stepped in, his red hair flowing loosely behind him, his black leather outfit not entirely out of place. It was a bit more than he liked, thicker and heavier to deal with the cold, but he didn't worry much about it. It only bothered him that he couldn't expose much of his flesh, couldn't play around with his prey on even levels. In the hot southern deserts Jaeger could enjoy hunting naked. Up here, he could freeze to death from such stunts.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/>No one here was ever actually underground. In fact, other than the first survivors no one knew anyone who directly went. It was all, friends of friends and the like.