1. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    'You know what they say about assumption being the mother of all fuck-ups?' The Sixth was probably right. Amaryk had taken a huge gamble, sending clippers after them. He'd probably gone to ground by now, or else fled the city until things died down. Unfortunately for him, the Fourth had a long...
  2. The Fourth

    Private Hollow

    'By all means, lead the way.' Hunched low in the shadows, The Fourth watched the cave entrance like a hawk. He had heard it said time and again that patience was a virtue. It was something he possessed in droves, but even he was starting to grow tired of the waiting. Thumbing the pommels of...
  3. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    'Yeah.' Staring straight ahead, the Fourth sipped at his tea. It had been a long, eventful night already. Roused, forced to fight, made to question. A dead Selvari and an attempt on a brother's life. What is this world coming to? Finishing their drinks, they left via the front, slipping into...
  4. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    'Don't know where you got that idea from.' Nodding to Rashmi, the Fourth followed his senses to the room where the thug was being held. Bound hand and foot, he wasn't in the best of moods when the mercenary found him. The colourful vocabulary he used to describe his captors' love lives would...
  5. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    'I thought he'd be bigger,' the Fourth replied, a blade already sitting pretty in his hand. His lips curled upwards, the distraught expression on Scar's face a rare delight indeed. 'Well. Are we fighting or fucking?' He demanded, the three stooges sharing nervous grins. 'You'd like that...
  6. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    'Slim.' Staring unblinkingly at his brother, the Fourth shrugged, took a sip of beer. Rashmi would send for them soon enough, no doubt. All they could do until then was keep their heads down and try to stay out of trouble. Stretching languidly in his seat, one eye on the smoky passage leading...
  7. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    The thing about fame was that it followed you everywhere. As soon as they walked into the bar, Fourth could feel eyes on them. Glancing around, he saw heads turn away, cups hovering 'neath chins. The conversation in the place didn't so much die as take a breath. Pulling up a chair, the...
  8. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    The Boneknitters were a scary bunch, and it paid to keep them sweet. When you got hurt, face all mashed, guts pulped, it was the 'knitters who put you back together. There were other Menders in the city, of course, but they did not share the same reputation as their contemporaries. Nor did they...
  9. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    Cleaning his blade, the Fourth nodded, his gaze fixed on the bodies at his feet. These blokes -whoever they had been before fate caught up with them- sure hadn't amounted to much. Street toughs, hired for a fistful of silver before being thrown to the wolves, oblivious of just how deep into the...
  10. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    'Alright, then. If anyone asks, it was your idea.' Walking on, the Fourth counted down the seconds. In all fairness, they would have been forced to get rid of them sooner or later. No point in waiting around. Laying a hand on the hilt of his broadsword, the mercenary about-faced, throwing his...
  11. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    'And therein lies the trick, Sixth. It doesn't have to be your cot.' Glancing up and down Clapper's Lane, the Fourth helped coax the mule on. The place wasn't exactly the friendliest, despite the colourful lanterns and promises issuing forth from painted lips. People still got shivved here from...
  12. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    'If by a "bit of grief" you mean he tried to have my wings clipped, sure, he did.' Give the bastard that much, he was ambitious. But in the City of Fools he was nothing special; just another cutthroat with big dreams and a lack of brainpower. The Fourth would have pitied the man, had he not...
  13. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    The cart rattled on along beside the Fourth as, together with the Sixth, he navigated the murky waters of Crorefell in search of a mender or two. Dawn was a ways off yet, and the enforcer patrols tended to stick to the livelier parts of the city during the wee hours of the morning. Less chance...
  14. The Fourth

    Private Lost in Transit

    He had always been a light sleeper. Before he became the Fourth, before he became the Undying, he had always possessed the innate ability to wake up just in time to avoid any unwanted surprises. Now was no different. Huffing, puffing, he sensed the small presence at his door moments before the...
  15. The Fourth

    Private This is Family, No Matter What

    The Bladedancer bobbed and weaved his way towards the Laughing Dragon like a true professional, but even he was not immune to the adverse effects of alcohol. "Bloody fool." Adjusting his knapsack, the Fourth stalked his wayward brother through the streets of Crorefell, a mercenary among...
  16. The Fourth

    The Fourth [WIP]

    A member of The First and Last, those storied eight, whose reputations know no borders. Formerly of another swordcadre, it is unclear when his allegiance shifted to that of the Eight. Known colloquially as "The Undying," Brother Fourth prowls the City of Fools in search of only the most...
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