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Seconds after Drey had gotten sliced across the cheek, Cedric, one of the more reliable men was struck from behind by a friendly bolt. From the positioning and the landing, Drey could already tell the poor sod had lost use of his legs, unless they could get him to a healer. The quicker they...

Eyes peeled. A solemn nod would grace her command, before Dreymons gaze shifted to where the workers joked. Soon, what would have been a normal day, gave way to madness. Workers fled for their life, mercs rushed in (at least they weren't bloodthirsty). The latter would be their undoing. Those...

Dreymon had already been waiting for several hours cloaked in the shadows, his hand resting atop the pommel of his sword. He was becoming a mercenary many of the houses were finding they could count on. He was efficient, effective, and had zero stake in the politics. His current job had seen...

In days now long past, Drey could have rivaled the Dreadlords display with his divine might, bolstering the hearts of men and blasting through the gates with ease. But that was then, now he accomplished all deeds by the sweat of his brow, he didn't need the gods, divine or otherwise. The...

The Beachfront Gone was the leisurely smoke, gone was the gentle rise and fall of the Blackfort as it cut through the water. Now there was only chaos. As suspected, the mercenaries were the first to get sent and they went without the protection of mages or Dreadlords. They were naught more...

There were few things that Drey disliked more than the new Republic, but pirates? They were on that list. So when the call came for mercenaries to fill out the rank and file, Dreymon would answer the call. The nice wages and share of the war spoils sure did help too. Located away from the Guard...

Dreymon was now using said unconscious lout as a leg rest as he drank from his tankard in total peace. The table around him had thinned out quite a bit, and he had run of all the free real estate. Whether that was from his brutalization of disturbers of the peace, or the presence of nobles was...

Drey had been busy with some of the other patrons, which would end in the loud and quite sickening snapping of one man's arm and his cries of pain shortly after. A man would rush the veteran from behind only to stop short as one of the waitresses smacked him over the head with a tankard...

Dreymon had just settled at a seat and was about to partake in yet, another cup of ale. Hard earned, of course. He didn't mind bars, they had music and the hopes of some pretty things to look at as he blasted himself into Oblivion and forgot the last few years of life. And then the rabble...

Two of the mercs had died during the fighting, several more were injured, none would be left behind. Drey may have abandoned the gods, but he would not abandon man. A voice would call out to him and so the grizzled warrior would turn to face the source, bowing his head at her praise. "Thank...

Dreymon was always at peace in the battlefield, it was his home. The size of the field didn't even matter, only that there were those that stood opposite of him. Advancing now and at the urging of their patron, he would begin with slow measured steps before a quick half-step kicked him into a...

Dreymon would slow a bit as clubs and batons were raised. Nothing wrong with a good round of fisticuffs. Luckily for Dreymon, those that stood with him also weren't afraid to get a little messy. As several of the Guard pulled their blades, the old Mercs eyes would narrow. "Now then.. why did...

Dreymon stood at the base of the stage. He had fought for the Old Vel Anir.. and he had lost. He had barely survived. But that was a different life for him, he was a different man. He had lost his faith, his armor, and his belief in causes, so he found the empty solace of coin. And his skill...