1. The Sixth

    Private Off the Cuff

    The sheer chaos of the melee had thrown the elites off their game. Dancer have given them pause long enough for the sudden arrival of reinforcements to throw them off lilt. True to his rank, the sergeant was only a step behind the Sixth as they entered the fray once more. The mercenary simply...
  2. The Sixth

    Private Blade and balance

    The Sixth sighed. "I suppose he fucking is." Keilyn looked at Trevor like he was the biggest damned fool in all the Free States. "Cause it was never his to begin. Likely took it from the last dumb bastard who tried to have a go at him." The elf looked at the other two and found only confusion...
  3. The Sixth

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "Aye, I'd wager there's more than meets the eye." Not my problem though, he didn't add. Free States was home to enough fuckery as is, last thing it needed was shadow games. 'Course the Empire refused to die so games were going to be played long after the mercenary was dead. Best he could do was...
  4. The Sixth

    Private The House Always Wins

    Dramatics, always with the dramatics. They did, however, prove more effective than skull-bashing in this instance as defiance turned to fear. Silence hung for a moment as the man's eyes wildly darted around looking for a final savior. His gaze found the Sixth and the last sliver of hope...
  5. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "Guess we'll just have to make sure we don't make the same mistake and ground him for good this time." His brother wasn't wrong, Jhagarth was a slippery mark. Had enough coin to stay in the open most times and the backing to keep hidden when things got hot. A tricky bastard all around. Still...
  6. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    The 'manders laughing had Dancer at a loss. "Fucking harebrained flamespitters." True to their rep, they were half-mad but put together. Handful of Breakers dropped cold in as many heartbeats. That wasn't easy work. Things were only going to get harder from here on. 'Breakers weren't some...
  7. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    The mercenary could only brace himself for the inferno that was to come and yet it never did. Dancer wasn't exactly sure what happened but he wasn't burning and that's all that bloody mattered. "Fiery fucking hells Z!" he called out. "A name well-earned." Salamanders, fire-spitters and then...
  8. The Sixth

    Private Blade and balance

    The Sixth noted that the other man, as ever, took things in stride. Hard to say whether he was just bluffing or entirely undisturbed but there was no fuss, and the the mercenary could appreciate that. A few dozen horrors passed before the duo found themselves in what amounted as the Knitter's...
  9. The Sixth

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    A glance to the pool and then the tattered. Hand found brandied goblet once more. Dancer's words sought to provoke yet there were no buyers. This worried and reassured in equal measure. The mercenary knew shadowed guards lay hidden among the revelry. He'd probably make it as far as the foyer...
  10. The Sixth

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    Bemused, he sipped brandy once more. "Even Ember's finest don't fluff me this good. Which is odd since I'm the one making coin. Who does that make the whore then?" It was probably still him, but why admit it. The Sixth left flippancy aside for the moment as he cast a glance towards the mask...
  11. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    The Sixth was learned of sand and steel which currently made him entirely fucking useless. Fish out of water, if only. He'd checked his blades twice over should it come down to it. They'd need to board the Karak II to settle business but most were like to throw down arms. Most weren't keen on...
  12. The Sixth

    Private Off the Cuff

    Steel bled heavy with every labored breath. A trio and double lay at his feet. The First and Last, names earned in blood before anything else. Dancer wiped closed palms against rough fabric, hands slick with death. Reputation counted for something when you were slinging scorpdrops at the 'halls...
  13. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    "Phaging fucking charges," echoed the Sixth quietly, fervor abandoned. He knew the 'Manders were the best but sappers were cunting sappers, they'd a spoke loose at least. Setting shit to pyre wasn't the domain of the sane. Kitahka curse him but Dancer hired the best. She'd forgive him otherwise...
  14. The Sixth

    Private Blade and balance

    "My bones'd be sanded smooth as a new babe's bottom if there were ninety," shuddered the mercenary in half-jest. "Best a goatherder like you doesn't know the Goddess's name. She's far from here in any case, so your irreverence won't have you flayed by shroudscarabs. Just step lightly if you find...
  15. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "More or less," replied the Sixth with a casual shrug. "He'll be looking to the moons for the rest to his days if he does manage to come 'round." The man was dead, or near as 'lest some goddess show up and touch him pretty. Knucks wasn't even in favor of the local whores let alone some deity. He...
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