Recent content by Agatha

Jost grinned sheepishly. Behind him, the portable forge out of which he plied his trade fizzled and glowed. 'Well, if you'd like ta step inta ma office, I'll see about gettin' ya suited and booted.' Gesturing to a pair of wagons parked across from his forge, Jost began to hum and haw as, between...

The last of the Second ground past at the double. In their wake came the first elements of Cato's rabble. And what a sorry lot they are, Agatha thought, thanking her lucky stars that she had wound up in command of the Second and not this shabby excuse of a cohort. 'Brutus, be a good sport and...

Agatha smiled. 'Such politeness,' she said, amused and somewhat warmed by Rori's demureness. Most of her warriors were loud, foul-mouthed heathens. There were a select few who didn't let the coin and the killing effect their behaviour, and most of them held command positions in the Company...

Two cohorts on the march made for quite the sight. Overlooking the procession winding its way towards Oakcross, Agatha nodded in approval as the leading centuries thundered past in lockstep. Brick led the van, his century marching in battle order. Should the High King's forces somehow manage to...

Rori had doe-eyes. Pretty, like the rest of her. 'A dagger is always a good place to start,' Agatha nodded, plucking one of the daggers from the pile. Weighing it in the palm of her hand, the she-orc offered the weapon hilt-first to Rori. The blade came with a simple sheath, though, Agatha made...

'I'm sure someone around camp will be willing to teach you the fundamentals,' Mender drawled, her voice monotonous as she stared pointedly at Agatha. Oh? We're doing that, huh? 'Sure. Why not? Not like I've got anything going on right now,' she replied, her tone halfway playful. Between the...

Hiding her smile behind a tin cup, Agatha nodded. 'Good.' Sipping her coffee, the Captain shared a look with Mender. The physician had a smile that mirrored hers. 'You, uh, ever held a weapon before, Rori?' She asked, recognising just how nervous her new orderly was at the prospect of...

Fishing a nearby camp stool out from behind a pile of medical supplies, Agatha joined the two medicaes by the desk. Mender had found a tin cup from somewhere, and was already in the middle of pouring her a cup of coffee when Rori settled down with them. 'Morning, Rori,' Agatha replied, taking...

'For you? Anything.' Standing, Agatha saw off the last of the wine as Cato left. A wave of exhaustion washed over her as she crossed to the doorway. How many close calls had she survived during their flight from Taernsby? How much luck did she have left? Not much, she thought sourly, taking a...

The Company rose early in preparation for the day ahead. Cookfires were lit, rations doled out. The icy glow of moonlight gave way to the burnished glow of the rising sun as the men ate, readying themselves for the long march to come. No-one enjoyed early starts, but you took the good with the...

With a nod, Agatha let go. She wasn't sure if Toki's apology was genuine, but it was better than giving the bad blood time to settle between them. 'See you tomorrow.' Brushing past Toki, the Captain took a seat behind her desk. Rori was gone by then, off to wherever it was she was going. Agatha...

'I'll take a likely death over a certain one any day,' Agatha mumbled, rubbing at her chin thoughtfully. 'The plan's sound. Better than letting 'em die slow, at least.' A nod. 'I second this plan. In the meantime, we'd best get to kicking up dust, enough to blind any pursuers King Brannicunt...

The Captain kept her expression flat as Rori took her turn dishing out the insults. "Little shit" was right. Agatha had lost count of the number of times Toki's tongue had landed him in boiling water. To be honest, she was loath to fish him out of it. Rori turned to leave. Agatha caught her...

Covering up a smile by pretending to cough, Agatha followed Rori into her tent. The space within was warm and inviting. Rugs bedecked the wooden floorboards. Colourful, eye-catching pieces, each was from a different land the Company had visited over the years. Most, admittedly, had been...

A grin tugged at the corners of Agatha's lips. A flash of teeth followed. 'Oh, I do so enjoy the taste of noble quim,' she said, smiling across at Cato. Noblewomen, especially the married ones, were often more trouble than they were worth. Didn't stop her from getting tangled up with them...