1. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "What a fucking mess." There really was no other way to put it. They'd stepped out of the fire and right into a bloody inferno. He was starting to get an idea of the bigger plan at work and wanted nothing to do with it. However he was beginning to understand he had little say in the matter. Just...
  2. The Sixth

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "Don't think I've ever heard of the old man hosting guests, seems I'm learning a lot of new things today," said the mercenary with a shrug. The villa was hard to miss and something of a legend within the City of Fools. The rumors ranged from disrespectful to outright fantastical. Not exactly a...
  3. The Sixth

    Private The House Always Wins

    Nothing like a game of eights to win some coin after a hard day's work, or at least that was the plan. The Spear and Stave was packed to the gills at this hour and that wasn't likely to change anytime soon. Usually the mercenary would drink himself into a stupor on the first floor but all the...
  4. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "It's fine," he said with a dismissive wave. Having some rep was nice and all but he didn't much care for the formality. Admittedly it had its uses but that was typically on the battlefield. Sellswords generally weren't the type to listen to titles after all. "Oh, bring another of whatever he's...
  5. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    The Sixth set off towards the Gold Quarter after he'd seen the back of the salamander. As much as he'd like to see the soft side of his bed, a few matters still remained. A job like this didn't get done easy and not without a little investment. His employer had made funds available to be used at...
  6. The Sixth

    Private Off the Cuff

    The 'other guy' was probably split in half if the Sixth had to guess. He took a moment to consider the other mercenary's question as they walked through the city streets. It was a fair thing to wonder on. "Thinking it's likely they might. These princes have their petty pride to consider after...
  7. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    "I'll make sure to pass the message along." That was one issue potentially out of the way. It wasn't always easy dealing with the whims of his brothers and sisters. 'Course it was that particular nature that made them strong, but also occasionally insufferable. He'd make note to send word as...
  8. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "Fair point," he admitted with regards to consulting their siblings. A second opinion could go a long way in a situation like this. Keeping matters at an arm's length was the way in this business but wasn't always easy. Spilling blood had a way of turning things personal real fast. This also...
  9. The Sixth

    Private Off the Cuff

    "True enough, but at least some seem worth their salt," the mercenary admitted begrudgingly. "They'll see tomorrow at least." Not much else you could ask for in this business. 'Course they weren't exactly sellswords, rather the most recent additions to the city's guard. Calling Tillmont a city...
  10. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    "Had a feeling you might." There weren't many who wouldn't have their head turned by the sum. Zalan could be a reluctant customer but he was a sellsword at the end of the day. A fat purse allowed for other luxuries after all, including the right to refuse. Something that most swordhands couldn't...
  11. 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...
  12. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    "Well, your lot has always been good with rumors," admitted the mercenary. Probably had something to do with their patrons being soaked to the gills. Loose lips and all that. The cadre really did have their hands in everything. Certainly useful but a little too enterprising for the Sixth's...
  13. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    The Sixth looked to the letter and it was certainly the Eighth's handwriting. Like his brother he shared a moment of relief. They'd had differences but this was the First and Last. He'd not take any pleasure in learning of his siblings' death. Well, maybe the Seventh, but that's cause he was an...
  14. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    "I'd be a fool to say no," he replied along with a lazy wave goodbye. Traveling with a mender should be welcomed whenever possible. This was doubly true with how dangerous the roads were of late. Too many craven bastards trying to make some quick coin. Get tagged in the city and you've at least...
  15. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "Least one of our lot has a decent head on their shoulders," agreed the Sixth. That hasn't always been the case with the First and Last. The chronicles of their predecessors was storied but messy. More than a few times had their cadre simply ceased to exist. All eight being caught up in...
  16. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    "Should've known that slimy bastard was involved." The Sixth nodded his thanks for the tea before taking a sip. It wasn't exactly his usual drink but was welcome nonetheless. The brew had a calming effect, seemingly perfect for the hangover to come. Hadn't taken long to get the name they needed...
  17. The Sixth

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    Respected figure, huh. That didn't sound half bad. Was it the name or the man? Did it even matter? "The thing is, 'Fell doesn't much care for folks intent. You're hardly the first to want a man dead in this city. Usually when a body drops, another dozen follow. That's doubly true for someone...
  18. The Sixth

    Private Lost in Transit

    The Sixth's hand rested gently on his blade's pommel and remained there until the trio disappeared into the 'Handle. He'd worn a bemused look during the entire interaction between his brother and the 'Jacks. Dancer knew they were the type to fly off the handle at a word so this was a welcome...
  19. The Sixth

    Private Cat's Eye

    "Did what you could, anyone worth their salt knows it," stated the Sixth without any room for argument. They'd come out far better than expected at that's all you could ask for in this business. The mercenary got to his feet, pausing for a moment in thought. "I was planning to ride for 'Fell in...
  20. The Sixth

    Private Scuttlebutt

    The Sixth followed suit, draining his cup before heading out the heady doors of the High Card. He found the bustle of Ember's streets a welcome change considering the business at hand. Most were too busy or too drunk to pay heed to anything else. Enticement lingered a gentle hand out of every...
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