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"Jawohl." She said to him as she began making her way to the second floor, speaking again in her own language as if by habit. Not even bothering to translate for him as she disappeared up the stairs, and began doing some basic scouting for them. Specifically getting a count of their precise...

"Und that is when we begin cutting them up." Ernesta said enthusiastically, her rather notable accent helping to accentuate the barely concealed malice in this statement. She sounded far too excited about getting into a proper fight. "though... I'm not so sure we can easily get close with our...

Ernesta had convened with the group before they reached the site. And had given some specific instructions for this task. They'd never fought giants before, but she had an idea for how to do it, and it was remarkably simple. She told them that there should be no less than three people on a...

"She has already been selected for that purpose." Boris informed Alexandros as he approached the Commander. Strangely enough Boris was not mounted, remaining on foot with his greatsword over his shoulder like his fellow mercenaries carried theirs. His days of fighting on the front were nearing...

Ernesta's mind was currently running through possibilities. Not that there were many, but she was considering their options nevertheless. Not really paying attention to the young man and the barkeep having their little discussion. She was a little more preoccupied with considering their position...

“An imperfect plan implemented immediately and violently will always work better than a perfect plan.” Boris mused thoughtfully. “Besides, this isn’t some chess match between masters, each thinking eighty turns ahead. We’re fighting animated bones and rotted blood bags. The more complicated we...

The Captain considered this suggestion earnestly. It was indeed an odd solution but one that sounded feasible. He inspected the clifftop where these giant archers were found. And immediately he decided that they would not in fact be attacking the spire at all until such time as these giants...

The five of them moved with calm confidence. All five of them were dangerous, and they were used to operating as a team. Constantly checking one another to make sure they were where they needed to be, and always aware of their surroundings. They didn't see the strange figure following them by...

"Giant Archers?" Boris asked, an eyebrow cocked. "That is indeed an issue. Do we know where these bone giants exactly are? Or will we have to find them ourselves?" Depending on the answer the solution would change. Either way he would need a small contingent of his Doppelsoldner to take care of...

There was no small amount of skepticism from the Mercenary Captain, Söldnerhauptmann Boris von Kietland. This was not the normal type of contract they took. They were most often tasked with skirmishing and fighting as a formation of soldiers on a battlefield. They had done the occaisional...

The Captain took the scroll with an equivalent lack of ceremony, and gave it a quick glance to get the gist of what it was they were doing. He'd read it more thoroughly later, once he had space to address his people, but for now there was discussion to be had. He led the Commander away to his...

One did not become a Doppelsöldner by being faint of heart. The road to being a Doppelsöldner required one to enjoy the life it brought. So while ordinarily he might expect most mercenaries to be grubling about the state of things, he saw no such fatigue on the faces of these men and women...

"I am sourly aware of that Commander." The Captain told him grimly as the Commander approached. Boris would offer the commander a handshake after he approached him. "Söldnerhauptmann Boris von Kietland, a pleasure to meet you Commander." The man had expected him to request to inspect the...

Ernesta had not been drinking for very long, so thankfully for this particularly delicate situation she wasn't quite inebrated. So she could think clearly... mostly. Not so thankfully she and only a few of her fellows had come to this tavern tonight, the rest were off elsewhere or back at camp...

The march had been long and the tidings grim. The skies were grey and foreboding, and the weather was lifeless. Cloudy skies with no rain, the dirt was damp and muddy but not healthy. Neither wetland or marsh nor woodland or plains. It was simply dead. Nevertheless the Company marched, led by...