[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6644ff]Jack Hawthorne[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1071511694637006920/1107753925676900392/20230515_153755_0000.png?width=1111&height=625[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=6644ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Supernatural Lore
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[color=6644ff]"...Witchfire?"[/color]

Why did that name sound so familiar to him? Jack took the human skin saddle, and spent a few moments attaching into the Mercymorn. It had been a lifetime since he had been around any beast who needed one, so it was awkward at first, but he got the straps fixed around her in due time. Quietly, he contemplated the name while climbing up to ride. [color=6644ff]"Yes... Take us to Witchfire. She'll be able to help us sort this situation out. I think."[/color] When Carolina got on, they rode, and Jack delved into his mind to unearth whatever memory he was thinking of. The horses seemed to know the way themselves, and it gave him the space to think in peace. The name Witchfire had some sort of importance in Limbo, so he should be able to know it, but why didn't he?

[color=6644ff]"I know that name from somewhere."[/color]

The last time Jack was in Limbo, he found himself at a table in Belasco's sanctum. He was in the middle of a card game, where the demonic Sorcerer Supreme had boldly wagered an anthology of incredibly rare books native to his home. Jack, being a man of impeccable reason and self-preservation, challenged the bet by putting own soul up for grabs. Over a dozen demons watched the match unfold, with two thirds of them feeling tempted to jump across the table and kill Jack where he sat. To Belasco's credit, he was able to keep his demonic servants in check, but not fast enough to notice that Jack had shunted the entire deck into his pocket. The table was fraught with howling, flared tempers and egos bristling against one another. But Jack was as cool as a mountain's summit. Poker was not Belasco's strong suit, but Jack considered himself a somewhat decent teacher, so the late Sorcerer Supreme seemed to grasp the basics well enough that he'd rather beat a human at his own game. Alas, Jack omitted the number one rule of playing any card game against someone possessed of magical talent: Don't do it.

Jack won the game, cheating in ways most humans would deem utterly impossible, and made off with the entire collection. Belasco did not realize he had been scammed out of a soul for at least three days. When Jack returned to the Everdark, he and Nochalla read through them all. They were wonderful additions to his library. One book was a chronical of Limbo's future days yet to come... One of them mentioned Witchfire. But the book was so full of footnotes and singed pages that Jack couldn't possibly make out anything further than the fact that she was someone of great important to Belasco. Someone he took pride in, a person who he could trust to-

[color=6644ff]"Ananym-"[/color] He turned and faced the two he was travelling with. [color=6644ff]"I knew I recognized that name from somewhere. I can't say for certain, but I believe I know Witchfire personally. Though, if I'm correct, she goes by a different name in this time. Are either of you familiar with a pitiful fool named Belasco? He was the previous Sorcerer Supreme of Limbo, and I suspect Witchfire is his daughter."[/color]

Based on what he could guess from, Witchfire could've been Ananym. But she also could've been Magik, Belasco's unwilling apprentice. Or someone entirely unknown to him- He didn't care for Belasco's personal escapades that much. [color=6644ff]"I have always had a great distaste for time travel, but it seems we're all being pushed from our comfort zones tonight."[/color]