Jack Ketch

In the dead of night, under the ghostly glow of the gibbous moon, a chilling breeze whipped through the barren branches of the trees flanking the old cobblestone path. It was the kind of night when nefarious deeds were done in the gloom, away from the vigilant eyes of the law.

Three miscreant highwaymen known as Tom, Dick, and Harry lurked in the shadowy corners, waiting for their next victim. They had spent their nefarious careers operating in the moral twilight, waylaying travellers and relieving them of their valuables. A lifetime in the criminal underworld had left them bristling with bravado. But tonight, their bravado would be tested.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness, a spectral silhouette sauntering towards them with an eerie calm. The figure’s silhouette was unmistakable: the tall, menacing figure of Jack Ketch, his dark cloak billowing like a specter’s shroud in the moonlit night.

Tom, the most audacious of the trio, pointed his pistol at the approaching figure, a sneer curling on his lips. “Look who we have here, mates. The infamous Jack Ketch! Fancy a dance, do ya?”

Before Tom could blink, Ketch was upon him. His gloved hand shot out, yanking the pistol from Tom’s grasp with a strength that belied his lean build. With a swift, precise strike, he sent Tom sprawling onto the cobblestones.

Dick, a mountain of a man with more brawn than brains, bellowed a furious roar and charged at Ketch, his cudgel swinging wildly. But Ketch moved with an uncanny speed and grace, sidestepping the attack and delivering a powerful punch that knocked the burly man senseless.

The last of them, Harry, a skinny, rat-faced man with a quick mind, froze in terror. The tales of Jack Ketch were not just stories told to scare naughty children. The figure before him was real, and far more terrifying than any bedtime tale.

Sensing Harry’s fear, Ketch advanced on him. Harry fumbled for his knife, but his trembling hands dropped it. Ketch closed in, his dark, foreboding presence growing larger with every step.

A low, gravelly laugh echoed from beneath the hood. “Begging for mercy, Harry?” Ketch's voice was cold and final. He grabbed Harry's collar and pulled him up to his eye level.

In a flash, each highwayman found a hangman's noose around their neck, the other end thrown over a sturdy branch of the tree. As they struggled, clutching at the ropes, desperately trying to keep their footing on the unstable crates beneath them, Ketch stepped back, an imposing silhouette against the moonlight.

With that, Jack Ketch turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind the thrashing, struggling forms of Tom, Dick, and Harry. They were left dangling from the branches, their pleas for mercy swallowed by the vast, uncaring night. Their reign of terror was over.

He was the phantom of the night, the scourge that hunted scoundrels. His name was Jack Ketch, and his justice was swift and merciless.

"Jack Ketch"

Name: Unknown
Fortunes: Uncanny Agility, Expert Rope Work
Flaws: Wanted Dead or Alive, Obsessed with Justice
Styles:
Silent Executioner - Jack is a chilling figure, always clad in a dark cloak, his face obscured by a hood. His gloved hands are often the last thing his victims see before they find themselves facing their end. His swift and merciless justice is delivered in silence, making him a terrifying specter in the night.
Nocturnal Vigilante - Jack operates under the cover of darkness, a phantom stalking the streets and back alleys. His presence is often announced by a chilling breeze or a whisper in the darkness. Despite his imposing figure, he moves with a stealth and grace that betrays not a single sound, making him a ghostly apparition in the moonlight.

Description: Not much is known about the figure known as Jack Ketch. His true name, age, and origins remain shrouded in mystery. He is often described as a tall, imposing figure, always cloaked in darkness. His lean build belies a strength and agility that can strike with alarming speed and precision. Despite his menacing appearance, there is an eerie calm about him, adding to his spectral presence. His reputation  precedes him, making his name synonymous with fear among the criminal underworld. He has dedicated his life to hunting down scoundrels and delivering swift, merciless justice. His methods, while brutal, are undeniably effective, making him a formidable vigilante in the fight against crime.

NPCs:: The Highwaymen Tom, Dick, and Harry

Tom:

Description: The most audacious of the trio, Tom is a trigger-happy highwayman with a sneer that rarely leaves his face. He relies on his quick-draw skills and ruthless bravado.
Traits:Quick-draw Pistolier  Reckless Bravado
Flaw: Overconfident: Tom's arrogance often gets the better of him, leading him to make poor decisions.

Dick:

Description: A mountain of a man with more brawn than brains, Dick uses his size and strength to intimidate and overpower victims. He's quick to anger and even quicker to charge into a fight.
Traits: Muscular Brawler , Intimidating Presence
Flaw: Hot-headed

Harry:

Description: Harry, the skinny, rat-faced man, relies on his quick mind and nimble fingers. He is always on the lookout for an opportunity, be it a vulnerable target or a quick escape route.
Traits: Quick-thinking Strategist , Nimble Pickpocket Flaw: Coward