1. The Sixth

    Private Off the Cuff

    Blade kissed skin as Dancer danced back from an otherwise disemboweling strike. Dagger shot out from his offhand and caught the bastard in the throat. Shortblade tore through flesh as the mercenary pivoted towards his next opponent. Ajenwi blade in hand he dispatched the next attacker with...
  2. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    Streets of the Ember were lively as ever as the Sixth shuffled his way through the crowd. A motley assortment of gamblers, knifehands, whores, and all the other miscreants who inhabited this wonderfully degenerate city. Cries of pain or pleasure echoed from each passing window. Most lamenting...
  3. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    The Dragon's doors parted as a bloodied figure stumbled into view. She managed three words before breathing her last: "A Fool's errand." Thirty minutes later a rapid succession of knocks woke the Sixth from a very inebriated slumber. The tavern boy nearly shit himself at the Sixth's...
  4. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    "We're taking a break for a short spell!" barked the man at the front of the caravan. The Sixth could almost taste the collective groan of the accompanying mercenaries, members of the Half-Horned Bull. This was the third time already and the sun was barely past midpoint. At this rate the dead...
  5. The Sixth

    The Sixth

    - The Blade Dancer - The fourth child of an ancient but dwindling Miradi lineage, he had little say in the matters of his future. Their long holding to fringe traditions slowly saw them lose power and influence over the years. His parents sought to rectify this by any means necessary...
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