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Annoying creatures lurking in a park, something easy to take his mind off things. He had read about this mission in the hub, apparently it happened quite a lot and with everything that had been happening recently it was a good idea for him to go get some stress relief. Dealing with a drunk and becoming a pseudo-therapist for a few moments, struggling with the thoughts that he might not wish to kill everyone that he met on this accursed planet despite them being sinners, making friends and connections even though such was a dangerous path when dealing with sinners.
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As he entered the park he took a moment to take a deep breath and held his hand out to the side. From a flutter of red smoke and with the scent of brimstone, a massive lance dropped into his hand and he rested it on his shoulder. The weapon was split down the middle so it had two points either side of a simply massive barrel that looked more like a cannon than the shotgun it was. He let out a soft sigh and rolled his neck for a moment before resting his fingers on the strange mantle of shadowy cloth that drifted around his chest and shoulders. A moment of focus and the shadows drifted around him, hiding from sight as he moved forwards.
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The heavy lance slowed him down but when he was effectively invisible like this, it didn't really make much of a difference. Now he just had to walk the path until he found the little bastards that had been causing trouble around here. It didn't take long thankfully considering they were around a campfire, having stolen some cans of beer and were loudly laughing with each other. They were fairly large, slightly over six feet tall and well built but they didn't seem intelligent and they weren't carrying any weapons other than one of them carrying a big stick. Three of them in total, that was fine by Dantalion, this wouldn't take long...
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Mission Accepted: Trolls in the Parkway

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