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Emiliano caught the curved blade with a sure hand. Gave it a test cut, a bit clumsy, but with power and enough grace to whirl through in smooth flair before he held it to guard in front of him. "A spirit I know too well, mi amigo," he grinned beneath his proud whiskers and hurried toward the...

Alliria, Dockside, in the Savage Rank Training Yards "Orcs at the walls?" Emiliano asked. The alarm in his voice made sense. It wasn't that long ago that the city of fortune had repelled a siege. "Yes, lord, a whole party of them, but... well, they sent diplomats. If, well, if you could...

Emiliano grinned, a bit of roasted sweet potato clinging to his lip as he gave his companions a dumb and satisfied smile. "See," eyes narrowed with smug satisfaction. "He understands," Luce's eyes narrowed, seething. She stuck one finger out in the air, Emiliano so proud and busy stuffing his...

Another drink, and a new story. He had heard whispers of how the Vexion family had earned their place amongst the Council. How so few could carve out so much. "A rock from the heavens," Emiliano mused, and smiled as the next drink came. "You speak truth, friend Quintus, and ease my troubled...

"We all have our superstitions," Federico grumbled, though his teeth shone through with a smile as he listened to Dom's story. Emiliano gave a nod that was oddly solemn at the telling's conclusion. "Still wear the same wraps that I got my first knock out with," "Disgusting," Luce said from...

Emiliano and crew stared at the duck blankly for a moment. The feathered creature, floating around as ducks did, quaked, as if it knew new eyes were upon him. Emiliano burst out into laughter. Whole body rolling back, which quickly caused him to wince in pain and contort in the opposite...

From riches, to rags, to the very grime those rags were used to clean up. That about summed up the change in scenery they had all experienced as they followed the big otternali. Not that they weren't used to such places themselves. As they passed through the creaky door that still clung to its...

“Always the coolest of heads,” Emiliano said with hint of smile that curled at the end of his mouth. He followed after his friend, and rest his elbows against the railing. The wind blew cool air from westward and the sea. He could smell the rot of it. The ports that he had spent so many days...

Emiliano laughed. "Come on, Dominic, you gotta know I'm at least a *little* tougher than that!" He wore a proud grin, made all the prouder by the mottle of purple and yellow and angry red about his face. Luci raised a single finger in dramatic fashion, and prodded the laid out fighter on the...

Emiliano laughed, though his face wrinkled up and pinched in pain as his body shook, forcing him to suck air through his teeth. "Hey! I'm workin here Emi!" Luci scolded. The boxer let out a ragged breath. "Don't blame me, blame the big guy," Luci huffed. "The big guy looked fine to me when...

Emiliano stood above his opponent, as his lungs pulled in greedy breaths. Blood pumped full in his head, and purple, red, and blue pain dug its nails and bared its weight into his flesh and deep into his bones. The roar of the crowd. The bark of the count. All coalesced with the beat of his...

Leather bound fists flashed out beneath the magi-lights. Bright with sweat and blood smeared across their oiled surface. One struck air, two found the hard bone of a forearm guard, three slipped just an inch too shallow across the jaw to really hurt. But he was inside. Emiliano was inside the...

"Ladies and gentleman! Humans and demi-humans! High rollers and penny pinchers, it's time for the main event!" A halfling with a booming voice cried out from the center of the ring. A glowing crystal fixed against a small disc of sheet tin hung by his mouth, affixed to some wooden fixture that...

Federico smirked, and Emiliano just grinned all the wider and wilder. "If you can break him, kid, then he ain't going to be the champion," the old man snikted free the last bit of cloth wrap. Put the knife away and gave a soft pat to the big bruiser's knuckles. "There," he said softly. "Vamos...

Federico nodded as he took the big hand into his much smaller human digits. Wrinkled fingers deftly working the small knife into the tight bandages. Cutting them free with flicks of the wrist. The pop of cord small and feint against the dull commotion of the crowd outside in the Arena and the...