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It was as the horses realligned their formation, that the hogs of the Bloody 4th turned and gave charge. A volley of arrows from Enkhtuya's mounted archers peppered the enemy horseman. Much of the missile fire pinged off plate and shield. But one and two and three horses fell. Some pulled down...

Squeals that split like thunder come after the zap of lightning. Shrieks that cracked the air, and shattered through the skulls of the enemies as trotters trampled and tore at the earth itself. Set it to rumble and shake. It was like music to the ears of the drunken Red Ass. "Ready now!"...

Khulan grinned. "Hogs are always needed," sure as shit, even when he wobbled some. His bear paw of a hand grabbed up the clay bottle on the table, poured more of its amber confines into the cup. Nearer to catastrophe once more. But the spill did not come, even as he raised the bottle up high and...

An empty glass sat before a red faced boulder of a man, his hair a wild mane of black about his bristly beard. "Are we in?" he grunted with a grim amusement, his thick and calloused fingers wrapped about the neck of a bottle that sat before him. "We are the Bloody Fourth," he poured amber spirit...

Large was the Red Ass, and larger still was he upon his silver pig. "Captain Agatha," he grunt. And looked at Nugai. "Quiet one," he nodded to each in turn. Enkhtuya nodded her own greeting. "My father worries for the fate of the footmen, Captain Agatha," Khulan sucked in breath, his whole...

Khulan grunted, throaty and hot, lip curling into a snarl. No teeth bared just then, but the threat was there, and it grew ever more present. Till he saw the scout take his drink. Then it vanished. A new grunt. Short. He approved and went on listening. "Of course it is not, Nugai," he huffed...

Atop a bluff sat the Red Ass of the Steppes, mounted upon his silver boar. His daughter preferred her steppe horse, shaggy and stocky little beast that it was. "To think," Khulan started, heavy scowl carved deep into the stony features of his face. "This rabble dares harry us," the old...

"Impudence," The great Red Ass of the Bloody Fourth growled, his jet black gaze fixed on the map and the markers which showed their enemies position. "That you would ask for beer instead of wine? Ha!" His hot breath boomed with a waft of hot sorghum wine. His eyes widened, with a wild fury, and...

A character profile for the Captain of the Bloody 4th Company of the Black Shields.