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A Sellsword's duty


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The men of Haense trudged through the muddy streets of Reza in search of a bounty. They would find themselves sitting a front the Drifters cold, unwelcoming wagon. Of course as aspiring bounty hunters the Drifter wouldn’t decline them a bounty when they asked for one. Though what happened in the bounty was a horror that would leave a young Scyfling by the name of Throm  in the seven skies, and the Drifter would seemingly pass it off as a regular occurrence. The job that the HRA men were tasked with was not one that was simple. They were sent on a recovery mission of one of the Drifter’s MIA sellswords. As they fought, the fight would be going well as out of no where Throm would stealthily kill on of the bandits, as another warrior stood aside the deceased corpse that Throm had just impaled. Though the Scyfling had fought his opponent valiantly, death would over take the young lad. His last sight’s being the man who had dealt him death, his final weak mutters being “I’m sorry father”. One could say he died ever so nicely on the field of battle. Surrounded by the ones he called friends, and those who say that would be correct. Though if you thought he had died in vain  you would be wrong. His opponent would be brought down onto his corpse by the swing of two allies, Astoro Jovanovsk, and Leonid Amador. Upon the completion of the mission, the group would find the man they had been sent out to look for scarred by burns, cuts, bruises, etc. as his frail slender frame limped out of the cage shouting for food and water. The men brought him back to the drifter as they also took Throm’s corpse along with them. At sight of the young one’s body, the drifter seemed sad as his tone became quite melancholic. After their job would be settled, the Drifter would hand Astoro Jovanovsk a Medallion of the great hunt as he spoke to him in more of a sad stature, his voice sounding troubled as he spoke

 ”Place this with the young sellsword as a small tribute to the lad.” The Drifter would say as he slowly walked back to the cold grip of his wagon muttering

 

 ”That’s part of the job, though its a shame seeing everyone go before me...” Right before heading into his wagon he called home, calling it a night.

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na, throm is goin to hell. he may have been nice to amelot but he was a bad person

 

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