1. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    "Nothing that hasn't already been seen to," the Sixth said with a shrug. The few cuts cross his body were covered by hastily wrapped cloth. Truth was he'd gotten off remarkably easy considering how properly fucked everything had gone. Dancer knew he was lucky to see the Eye at all. Some hadn't...
  2. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    The Eye mercifully loomed into sight along with a host of the city guard. Clearly the rider send ahead had made it through. Any remaining attackers peeled away and bled back into the trees. They'd been bold but clearly weren't crazy. The Sixth gave a nod to the captain of the guard, mutual...
  3. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    Nine and seven, just his fucking luck. He sighed and followed up with the standard double tap. Dealer flipped the mercenary's newest card to reveal an eight. "Well that's good cause apparently my hands are shit." Hopefully this bust wasn't an omen of things to come. The Sixth looked around and...
  4. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "If I didn't know any better I'd usually say the Cabal but I think it's a mite out of their territory," admitted the mercenary. It could still be, just not directly under their name. That was how the more clever types went about their work. Law says that no current member of Empire nobility can...
  5. The Sixth

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "His crimes are all too familiar to me and most. Yet he still remains, a curiosity which surely hasn't escaped your eerie gaze." The name spoken brought no joy to the mercenary or any fucking individual. Chopra was a snake-no a slug with serpents at his beckoning. A sort who caused trouble but...
  6. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    "More than I care to admit," he quipped back with mock hurt. Dealing with sellswords usually meant luck was on the low and you were trying to buy your way out of it. Sometimes it worked, most times it got even worse. That was just the business. Like everything else, it had its good days and bad...
  7. The Sixth

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "True enough," mused the mercenary. Most in this city, however, just wanted a warm bed and some company to share it. He suspected that was very much not within the scope of this man's ambitions. Well, that wasn't for the Sixth to judge. He was a mercenary and talk of coin wasn't to be ignored...
  8. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "Exactly, and that's got me a bit worried." The mercenaries, well thugs, showed no signs of affiliation. That was a rarity in this city. Enter the gates and you're bound to be snatched up by one cadre or the other. Unless you were working in the administration, but he doubted the attackers could...
  9. 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...
  10. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "The 'Handle it is," agreed the mercenary. The Sixth felt it best not to mention that his ledger had only recently been squared with the tavernkeep. Now was the time to incur entirely new debts. Such was the life of a sellsword, or at least any worth their salt. This was the business. A life...
  11. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    The Sixth readied his reins as he prepared to turn around but held off at the last moment. Many of the Bulls had already pivoted to meet the incoming attackers. This front of the caravan was exposed, either through design or incompetence. The mercenary didn't care much why as he pushed to keep...
  12. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    Prisoner firmly bound and gagged, the two mercenaries set off once more. This time they received a few lurid glances but nothing more. The 'Lane apparently exacted its pound of flesh and was sated for the moment. The Painted Ward was not entirely unlike the duo's recently visited locale. One...
  13. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    The Sixth stepped to the side as blade passed benignly by. His palm shot out, catching his attacker in the side of the throat. The other man stumbled backwards as he struggled to catch his breath. This bought the mercenary precious time to deal with his remaining foe. His blade met the haft of...
  14. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "Not the sort of friends I'd keep," he said with a glance back at the cart. If the mercenary needed any confirmation that the matter was not settled with Faiven's death, this was it. The Sixth could only guess how many more surprises awaited him in the coming days. Best to deal with what's in...
  15. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "True, our sister's words are not to be taken lightly," agreed the mercenary. It wasn't uncommon to be struck with a bout of ambition in this business, but like so many other things in this city, it was a roll of the dice. Sounded like his brother had taught a harsh lesson. Things were likely to...
  16. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "Oh I heard all manner of distastefulness but I'll save your delicate sensibilities from the details." His brother could be a bit too serious at times. One needed to be flexible in this business. On second thought, maybe that wasn't entirely true. Being unyielding in your way may bend others to...
  17. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    Exhaustion was written all over the healer's face and yet her words had been steady. That was enough for the Sixth. He'd never been keen on stopping in any case but needed to know the cost. He was a bastard but not all dead were the same to him. The 'Bulls were an honest sort and that was tough...
  18. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "Your apathy truly is unrivaled brother," the Sixth said with a sigh as he retrieved the note once more. Well, he wasn't wrong, it was important. Dancer stared at the Selvari's corpse for a moment in some vain hope that an answer would find him. Aside from the pair of stab wounds, there was...
  19. The Sixth

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    Dicing done and pockets fuller, it was time for a drink; just not here. He didn't like to gamble and drink in the same place. Something akin to avoiding mixing business and pleasure except this was pleasure and pleasure. Most folks weren't humble in victory and gods only knew they weren't in...
  20. 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...
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