1. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    "Back in the carriage, scholar," ordered the Sixth, lacking even the slightest hint of jest. "Render honorifics you witless dirtfuck," the former, now-bloodied Khastri shot back in a vain attempt to defend his patron's honor. The Sixth leveled a hard gaze, murder all but given in his eyes...
  2. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    Near a dozen dead wasn't good any way you looked at it and yet the Sixth was feeling lucky. He'd been about a cunt's hair from sleeping with the worms. A poorly planned ambush was still an ambush. You rarely got a second chance in this business. The moment someone got the better of you...well...
  3. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    He ran to the fallen corpse, retrieving dagger in stride. A whole gaggle of bastards still remained scattered about the treeline and the mercenary was not keen on leaving them be. The Sixth ducked behind a tree and let oak bear the brunt of the ensuing projectile. Ten breaths is what it took the...
  4. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    Confident in the success of their ambush, a pair of overzealous attackers had run ahead of their formation. The mercenary was half-expecting them to get shot in the back by their own allies. Either way, they'd rushed to an early death. The Sixth quickly closed the remaining distance and cut the...
  5. The Sixth

    Private This is Family, No Matter What

    "Dance your bloody arse out of here, Chatha. Go on! This ain't the first time your tab's run dry but sure as the sun rising tomorrow is gonna be your last." Clever bastard. A dangerous gleam touched the mercenary's eyes but disappeared as quickly as it came. "That temper of yours isn't going to...
  6. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    "Well I can't say for sure. Seeing as the scholar he's assigned to is from there, I can only assume," added the Sixth with a shrug. It was only natural that the Magisterium hired members of the Legion as guards. This one just happened to exceptionally useless. The mercenary hadn't seen much of...
  7. 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...
  8. 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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