TheGentleDuck
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Wrotek ran his fingers over his shoulder, where the broken arrow was tattooed on his flesh. A mark of pride, a mark of triumph and glory more significant than any battle scar. He shook his head "Doesn't the church have better things to do?"
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Wrotek read the missive with a frown. "He appeals to wolves. They are too blinded by faith and zeal to see anything else. Now he has put a target on himself." He muttered with discontent before walking away from the notice board. "I must find them before anyone gets any bright ideas."
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Wrotek sat down, the tension of battle leaving him. Now at the camp, he inspected his spoils of war. The mercenary wasn't used to the feeling of national pride shared by the rest of the army, but charging alongside Aaun and the coalition to victory? That was a something worth treasuring. That and the heaps of loot they had claimed, of course. "Heh. Bardzo dobry."
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Merryweather Marshal's Office
TheGentleDuck replied to LithiumSedai's topic in The Principality of Merryweather
Wrotek paused to consider before shaking his head. "Generous offer, but I must decline. I do not know the law well enough to enforce it, and I doubt a former mercenary would be trusted to keep it." -
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) The highlander nodded before sitting, setting down his satchel and axe. "Well, not much to tell." His voice was deep and had a slight accent "I am Wrotek, and I've traveled the last two years lending my strength to others for coin." He traced a finger across the battered blade of the weapon, letting out a slight chuckle. "Not bad job, but temporary. I heard this town is... door to opportunity. And I like opportunities, they often bring blood, coin or glory." He leaned a bit forwards, giving a savage smile to the old woman "Uncle always said it's best to have all three."