1. The Sixth

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    The Sixth wasn't sure if he'd walked into the villa or the next bloody life. Dancer was starting to understand the rumors about this place. Wouldn't be good for the owner if word got out this place was dripping in coin...among other things. He figured a few bastards in the past had given it go...
  2. The Sixth

    Private Off the Cuff

    The Sixth spared one final glance toward the center before moving on. He'd seen enough of the Deva in the days before to know he wouldn't go down easy. Dancer figured if Mathis couldn't hold it then no one could, so they'd be fucked anyways. War rarely dealt the ideal hand, yet the mercenary's...
  3. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    "Said it was your show, big words and all. Just wanting to know who I need to gut should I find myself in the next life is all," replied the Sixth with a dangerous glint in his eye. The same old promises. Man knew his business in any case, would've been sleeping with the worms long ago...
  4. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    Dancer managed to just barely dodge the large fist powering into his side. Another was surprisingly quick to follow as the mercenary smacked the forearm away. The Sixth's only grace was the man was too drunk or preoccupied with trying to put him in the dirt. There was noise but he hadn't yelled...
  5. The Sixth

    Private Blade and balance

    "They usually are," he said in response to the butcher's boy. Dancer didn't know how young the lad was and didn't care either. Killing kids wasn't an easy business and talking 'bout it never made it better. Clearly it sat on Trevor's mind but it sure as hells wasn't going to rest on the Sixth's...
  6. The Sixth

    Private Off the Cuff

    "Scrounge us up another squad or our bones'll be mortar for the next bastard," ordered the Sixth. The recently promoted militia sergeant was panicked and clearly out of his depth. Dancer's murderous look was just enough to spur him into action. There wasn't time to follow up as the mercenary...
  7. The Sixth

    Private Blade and balance

    "Sure there's a few who'd like to. Problem is you murk one of them, you'll have a band of bloodhungry killers coming for your head." It's not like cadres or other guilds didn't exact their pound of flesh. The difference was the 'Smiles didn't stop at the pound. The Sixth figured they'd cross the...
  8. The Sixth

    Private The House Always Wins

    "Couldn't just smuggle craft steel in like all the other fools huh?" he jibed sarcastically. The smithies of the 'Row didn't much care for outside weapons being sold wholesale in the city. Oddly enough they prided themselves on not producing the best, but the most. Quality steel still yet not...
  9. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    "Most of my 'fans' are keen on shivving me. Nice to know not all of them are." Having a reputation in this business was a twin-sided edge. Most thought it easier to just kill the man with a name instead of doing the legwork themselves. The Sixth had to admit they weren't entirely wrong. Going...
  10. The Sixth

    Private Off the Cuff

    "You were wrong about one thing, I don't think you're crazy. I think you're rat-shit insane. Seen men digging for gold in Kaikias speak more sense." The words were harsh unlike his tone. It was clear the other mercenary knew the enormity of his task. "Well, I'm the last person to tell someone...
  11. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    Turns out it was a good thing the Sixth didn't just rely on his instincts. He was a decent hand at tracking if needed but his talents were limited. None of his dances were very useful in that regard. Many sought the Goddess, She'd no need to go searching. All to say that the Sixth just had to do...
  12. The Sixth

    Private Blade and balance

    The Sixth looked to the list, expression unreadable. He eventually sighed as his gaze turned back to Trevor. "Not sure what I'm more impressed by. The fact that you managed six names or that you were dumb enough to take this job in the first place. You trying to get yourself a gig with the...
  13. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    "That's the idea Salamander. Don't want folk loitering too long, this moves 'em along real quick," explained the mercenary. He raised the tankard and immediately put it down without taking a sip. "Fried may have taken the task a bit too much to heart," conceded the Sixth. The mercenary took a...
  14. The Sixth

    Private Blade and balance

    "That luck of yours is going to get you killed one day," warned the mercenary as he stepped into the light. The Sixth hadn't heard the other man so much as sensed him. Nothing mystik or the like, simple intuition gained over the years. Being a sellsword was dangerous business, doubly true if you...
  15. The Sixth

    Private The House Always Wins

    "You don't think it's cause I'm such a likeable fellow?" he shot back with mock hurt. The Sixth never considered himself particularly blessed, though he was still breathing so that's more than some. He'd also drawn the favor of Kitakha yet quickly learned it was best to avoid the gods whenever...
  16. The Sixth

    Private Off the Cuff

    "You remind me of my old man asking questions like that. Haven't thought about that bastard in, well, a long damned time." The mercenary was better for it. Greedy fool cared for nothing but himself and the family's prestige, which was just another way of saying himself. He couldn't have given a...
  17. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    The Sixth remained silent at the Khastrii's revelation while one of the Bulls gave a low whistle. Moina was hardly the first former 'Shakan noble to find a home in Crorefell. Hells, that was how the First and the Last was founded. Hearing that her father may be a traitor only endeared the healer...
  18. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "That I do," said the Sixth as he descended the stairs and headed out the tavern. Sellswords weren't the most patient folk and idle hands usually made for blood. Not much different than their usual work except it didn't pay. Too much drink and too little distraction made for a bad combination...
  19. The Sixth

    Private The House Always Wins

    The Sixth listened calmly as he continued to idly pat the sand cat. He didn't much appreciate what was being implied but figured it best to listen to the end. It was something of a tradition to let the First say their piece, both within the cadre and the Rabble. To be honest, nothing of what she...
  20. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    "Including myself, makes us a proper fist," he chuckled back. The Salamander had the right of it, five was a good number. Small enough to move about quietly but enough hands if things got messy. Other cadres tended to get caught up in numbers, usually trying to prove who packed the biggest...
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