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Hanuman laughed too, and with a sideways glance to Idrix Vale, the bespectacled man forced a dry chuckle. The curly-haired mercenary was silent as he watched the skirmish below. The Hyena-faced men some way behind them all began to laugh, too, as if prompted by the four-armed behemoth. "Go on...

Tall and pale, a web of wrinkles from a toothy grin. Hanuman plus fifty-one; hyena-faced men, a small company of hedge knights, and wretched cut-throats and marauders stood overlooking the plains. A girl, beak-nosed binoclard, and curly-haired mercenary stood closest to the warmonger. With...

The behemoth dispassionately regarded Visha as she dealt with her inner conflict. Despite his pastime of reducing villages to ashes and grinding men's bones to dust, Hanuman was skilled at smiling and did as such to Visha's answer. "So it is!" He clapped his hands and roared with jovial...

"Huh," Hanuman said in unison with Galen. Then, the behemoth stood and pulled his fine robes up over his shoulders, which had fallen loose from lounging. "After you," he rumbled to Galen and turned his attention to Therraleos. "There will be many enemies to slay. Come, winged knight, for we...

Hanuman twisted his head and set his two right eyes on the feathered one. He was not one to remember every face and soul that followed him or not. "You," the Kha'atari bellowed at Gryphtaur, and the tent fell deathly quiet. "Bird. Come here."

His gaze set on the wizard, Hanuman slowly reclined into the cushions, his shoulders sinking deeply into the mound. Curiously enough, the warmonger hadn't blinked once since Galen arrived. Hanuman didn't take his eyes off of the half-breed until Kijaya spoke. The first thing he noticed was...

Four eyes blinked at her. "In due time." One of the first things Hanuman, or all his kind for that matter, learned was the sensation of taking a life. For the warchief, it had been by strangling. Watching the light of life fade from the eyes did not haunt him, however. He grew accustomed to...

A moment of silence. Two moments. Three. Hanuman lifted his back off of the cushions and leaned forward, his four red eyes taking in every detail of the half-breed next to him. "Then what do you think motivates me?"

The Kha'tari lounged on a mound of cushions and rugs, his several limbs outstretched comfortably. Hanuman regarded the man thing with his dread eyes and his features twisted up in distaste. The Warbringer lifted his favored left posterior arm and cut through the air towards a scaled biped that...

"Your skills of orientation are commendable," Hanuman said plainly. Then, he assessed her. "Two things are necessary." He raised one of his hands and a finger. "First, we must build upon your body." Another finger. "Second, you must learn the proper forms of breathing. Without a sturdy body, the...

"Idrix Vale has his uses," the behemoth flatly responded, then broke a small smile. It was a terrible expression. Hanuman strode past her towards the tent's entrance. "Enthusiasm is good. Follow." The warlord ducked out of the tent and into the camp, which bustled with activity. Just outside...

Closing his hand over the fan, it dissipated into nothingness. "Perhaps I will see," he rumbled and stood. Hanuman drew his fine robes up over his shoulders, which had fallen loose from lounging. He approached and circled Visha, who stood in the sunlight at the tent's center, his four arms...

There was very little Hanuman understood about what the girl had just spat out. If there was one thing, anything at all, that resonated with him, it was that he too wished for the world to burn. "What you seek from me cannot be compared to petty magics," Hanuman rumbled, "What I know is not...

There had been promises of worthy combatants in these lands, yet all he had come across were men too occupied with the image of their nobility rather than genuine warriors. As of late, the Warchief had grown far too listless. But to the girl, he leaned forward off his mound of pillows. Perhaps...

Aberresai Savannah The Dead Men Free Company camp was a murderous place where only one law presided; only the strong eat. Numerous tents of various shapes and sizes were scattered unevenly across the encampment, and the uninitiated would question how such a seemingly chaotic group could...