You know this isn’t going to be easy and you’re going to have to be tough, but you remember that you’re doing this for your family. You quickly search Formeli’s body, which didn’t have that much to begin with.
“Heh, he always was a broke bastard. Spent all his money on gambling, I’ll miss taking his money that’s for sure. Alright then, you’ll probably be wantin’ to take that sword of his since it looks in way better condition than your rusted hunk of iron. Your bow seems to do the job just fine though. His armor too, and hurry up, we gotta meet the Boss! He’s got another job for us no doubt.”
As you’re stripping off some of the armor, Dimitri notices something on your back.
“What…what the hell is that boy? Is that a fuckin’ lute? Haw haw! What the fuck are you doin’ with a damn lute? You think that you’re some sort of bard or something? We ain’t got need for such things boy! Get rid of it!”
“No, it’s mine.” You defiantly say.
You wonder if this show of “courage” has gotten you into a whole mess of trouble that you don’t want, but fortunately it doesn’t.
“Heh, he kills one shithead and now he thinks he’s a tough guy! Alright pig farmer keep your sissy lute. But its just more weight for you to carry and you better not be falling behind! Come on men let’s go, the Boss is waiting for us. You too lute boy!” Dimitri exclaims and limps off. You briefly thought about telling him that he better keep up with his wounded leg and all, but you know when to stop.
And so your mercenary life begins.
A year passes…
You’re currently back in the Zalan Empire on a break in between missions. While most of your “buddies” are drinking up their pay and spending it on whores you take this opportunity to visit your family and give them your payment and spoils of battle as usual.
You think about how much you’ve traveled and experienced. Not all of it good, but then killing is never pretty. Some of the jobs are very straight forward: “There are some orc barbarians on the borders that have been pillaging our lands, kill them.” And you don’t have a problem with it. Other missions start falling into the “gray” area.
Your last job involved some Azi Republic senator hiring the company to take out some secessionists that wanted to form their own country. It wasn’t clean and it definitely wasn’t fun. The secessionists actually had a reasonable complaint about leaving the Republic, saying that it was corrupt and that their representatives didn’t care about them. But being a mercenary means you don’t take sides for moral or ideological reasons, you do it for money.
It’s not just that though, some of the things that have been done…well you can’t say you’re too proud of it. Granted, you’ve never actively engaged in some of the less moral and outright criminal things that your mercenary comrades have, but you certainly know about them and it almost makes you feel like you’re guilty of it as well.
As for how you cope with some of this stuff, you tend to keep to yourself and play your lute which has oddly made you a little more accepted. Seems there are more than a few music lovers in the company. Even the Captain doesn’t mind you indulging in your little hobby. The Captain is a huge man who you know gets a pleasure from killing and mayhem. He’s spent a lifetime doing it. In fact you have a hard time believing he even has a family that he goes to visit. Who knows though? Perhaps he is different with them.
(You’ve been working for the Chimera Company for a year and you still don’t know what the hell his real name is, mainly because everyone only seems to address him as “The Boss” or “Chief” or in a more formal tone “Captain”)
You spend the time with your family and tell them of some of the things you’ve seen and exciting places you’ve been to, of course never going into too much detail about the darker side of things. Your brothers and sisters enjoy the tales as usual. Your Mom senses that there is probably more to them, but she doesn’t ask too many questions. She does always asks if you’re okay and says that you don’t have to keep doing it, but you always reply that you’re fine and that you’re just a little tired that’s all.
When your time is done you say goodbye to them and meet with the rest of your company at the Zalan capital this time. Its odd, but things seem to be even more chaotic than usual around here. People are rushing around and an air of concern seems to be pervading the city.
The guards are telling people to calm down our there will be martial law and you hear something in passing about an attack on a city. You don’t really listen because you’re in a hurry to meet up with your company which you find mostly hanging out in a tavern as usual.
Dimitri sees you and speaks.
“Ah, it’s our own fuckin’ bard ! How’s my favorite string plucker? (Hic!) You have trouble getting into the city? Heard the guards have been cracking down on security.”
“No, but what’s going on? The city seems to be in a state of panic.”
“Fuck yeah it is! What you didn’t hear?”
“No. What happened?”
“Fuckin’ undead happened my pig farming friend! A whole shitload of them took over the the city of Nuro! Can you believe it? Fuckin’ Nuro! That place was supposed to be unconquerable! Heh! (Burp!)” Dimitri says without the slightest bit of worry.
“UNDEAD?! What the fuck? Nuro!? How?!”
“Fuck if I know, guess some rogue wizards got hooked up in that necromancy shit hardcore. Musta been some demonologists there too since we heard reports of demons too. Not the supposedly civilized type either, they’re the rip off your head and shit down your neck kind.”
“…there’s fuckin’ rogue demons in Nuro too?”
“Of course not, they all escaped and are now running around in the countryside, heard they’re heading for the Tulan Kingdom.” Dimitri says taking another drink.
You’re having a hard time digesting all this yet the rest of your comrades are still drinking and partying like nothing is wrong. Your Dad had once told you tales of a being called the Great Lich Lord that existed many centuries ago who nearly killed the world. Scared the hell out of you then and it doesn’t make you feel too good now.
“Isn’t this concerning to you?”
“What? Shit no! Just means more work for us and that also means more loot! Ha ha! You could get more loot to buy a new lute! Ha ha ha! (Hic!)”
“But this is the fuckin’ undead! I mean…”
“So? Stop bein a pussy! I’ve fought some undead before, when I was lootin’ a dwarven tomb. You just chop their heads off like everything else, shit ain’t that hard. They just tend to smell worse…well maybe not worse than trolls. Anyway I’m sure the fucking governments will take care of this shit as quick as possible, you know how politicians don’t like dead taxpayers, in the meantime we need to take advantage now while the conflict is hot!”
No sooner has Dimitri said this little bit of wisdom, when the Boss steps in the doorway. He’s as nasty looking as always, but this time he looks even moreso than usual.
“Alright you useless sacks of goblin shit. We got a new job. This one just came across rather unexpectedly. Ran into a Dwarven representative and we’re now in the employ of a Dwarven Clan, near the southern Tulan Borders. With the occurrence of this Nuro incident, they’re expecting some shit to spill over into their lands and they want some extra help. This is pretty surprising since Dwarves aren’t known to pay for mercenaries, let alone the likes of us.” The Boss tell you all.
“The Tulan Border? Oh fuck that place is a meat grinder! There’s no profit to be had anywhere near there!” Cal pipes up.
“Well you can just pick up your panties and get your pansy ass back home and stay there then! The dwarves are paying well and that’s the job. Take it or get the fuck outta my company!”
“Excuse me Captain, but weren’t there reports of demons running through that area?” you ask.
“Yeah so? That’s why we’re going over there most likely, but be fucking prepared for any damn thing. Maybe even undead…who knows if my…if those necromancer bastards started spreading their plague yet. We leave tomorrow.”
You think on this fucked up situation and seriously reconsidering your career choice.
“Heh, he always was a broke bastard. Spent all his money on gambling, I’ll miss taking his money that’s for sure. Alright then, you’ll probably be wantin’ to take that sword of his since it looks in way better condition than your rusted hunk of iron. Your bow seems to do the job just fine though. His armor too, and hurry up, we gotta meet the Boss! He’s got another job for us no doubt.”
As you’re stripping off some of the armor, Dimitri notices something on your back.
“What…what the hell is that boy? Is that a fuckin’ lute? Haw haw! What the fuck are you doin’ with a damn lute? You think that you’re some sort of bard or something? We ain’t got need for such things boy! Get rid of it!”
“No, it’s mine.” You defiantly say.
You wonder if this show of “courage” has gotten you into a whole mess of trouble that you don’t want, but fortunately it doesn’t.
“Heh, he kills one shithead and now he thinks he’s a tough guy! Alright pig farmer keep your sissy lute. But its just more weight for you to carry and you better not be falling behind! Come on men let’s go, the Boss is waiting for us. You too lute boy!” Dimitri exclaims and limps off. You briefly thought about telling him that he better keep up with his wounded leg and all, but you know when to stop.
And so your mercenary life begins.
A year passes…
You’re currently back in the Zalan Empire on a break in between missions. While most of your “buddies” are drinking up their pay and spending it on whores you take this opportunity to visit your family and give them your payment and spoils of battle as usual.
You think about how much you’ve traveled and experienced. Not all of it good, but then killing is never pretty. Some of the jobs are very straight forward: “There are some orc barbarians on the borders that have been pillaging our lands, kill them.” And you don’t have a problem with it. Other missions start falling into the “gray” area.
Your last job involved some Azi Republic senator hiring the company to take out some secessionists that wanted to form their own country. It wasn’t clean and it definitely wasn’t fun. The secessionists actually had a reasonable complaint about leaving the Republic, saying that it was corrupt and that their representatives didn’t care about them. But being a mercenary means you don’t take sides for moral or ideological reasons, you do it for money.
It’s not just that though, some of the things that have been done…well you can’t say you’re too proud of it. Granted, you’ve never actively engaged in some of the less moral and outright criminal things that your mercenary comrades have, but you certainly know about them and it almost makes you feel like you’re guilty of it as well.
As for how you cope with some of this stuff, you tend to keep to yourself and play your lute which has oddly made you a little more accepted. Seems there are more than a few music lovers in the company. Even the Captain doesn’t mind you indulging in your little hobby. The Captain is a huge man who you know gets a pleasure from killing and mayhem. He’s spent a lifetime doing it. In fact you have a hard time believing he even has a family that he goes to visit. Who knows though? Perhaps he is different with them.
(You’ve been working for the Chimera Company for a year and you still don’t know what the hell his real name is, mainly because everyone only seems to address him as “The Boss” or “Chief” or in a more formal tone “Captain”)
You spend the time with your family and tell them of some of the things you’ve seen and exciting places you’ve been to, of course never going into too much detail about the darker side of things. Your brothers and sisters enjoy the tales as usual. Your Mom senses that there is probably more to them, but she doesn’t ask too many questions. She does always asks if you’re okay and says that you don’t have to keep doing it, but you always reply that you’re fine and that you’re just a little tired that’s all.
When your time is done you say goodbye to them and meet with the rest of your company at the Zalan capital this time. Its odd, but things seem to be even more chaotic than usual around here. People are rushing around and an air of concern seems to be pervading the city.
The guards are telling people to calm down our there will be martial law and you hear something in passing about an attack on a city. You don’t really listen because you’re in a hurry to meet up with your company which you find mostly hanging out in a tavern as usual.
Dimitri sees you and speaks.
“Ah, it’s our own fuckin’ bard ! How’s my favorite string plucker? (Hic!) You have trouble getting into the city? Heard the guards have been cracking down on security.”
“No, but what’s going on? The city seems to be in a state of panic.”
“Fuck yeah it is! What you didn’t hear?”
“No. What happened?”
“Fuckin’ undead happened my pig farming friend! A whole shitload of them took over the the city of Nuro! Can you believe it? Fuckin’ Nuro! That place was supposed to be unconquerable! Heh! (Burp!)” Dimitri says without the slightest bit of worry.
“UNDEAD?! What the fuck? Nuro!? How?!”
“Fuck if I know, guess some rogue wizards got hooked up in that necromancy shit hardcore. Musta been some demonologists there too since we heard reports of demons too. Not the supposedly civilized type either, they’re the rip off your head and shit down your neck kind.”
“…there’s fuckin’ rogue demons in Nuro too?”
“Of course not, they all escaped and are now running around in the countryside, heard they’re heading for the Tulan Kingdom.” Dimitri says taking another drink.
You’re having a hard time digesting all this yet the rest of your comrades are still drinking and partying like nothing is wrong. Your Dad had once told you tales of a being called the Great Lich Lord that existed many centuries ago who nearly killed the world. Scared the hell out of you then and it doesn’t make you feel too good now.
“Isn’t this concerning to you?”
“What? Shit no! Just means more work for us and that also means more loot! Ha ha! You could get more loot to buy a new lute! Ha ha ha! (Hic!)”
“But this is the fuckin’ undead! I mean…”
“So? Stop bein a pussy! I’ve fought some undead before, when I was lootin’ a dwarven tomb. You just chop their heads off like everything else, shit ain’t that hard. They just tend to smell worse…well maybe not worse than trolls. Anyway I’m sure the fucking governments will take care of this shit as quick as possible, you know how politicians don’t like dead taxpayers, in the meantime we need to take advantage now while the conflict is hot!”
No sooner has Dimitri said this little bit of wisdom, when the Boss steps in the doorway. He’s as nasty looking as always, but this time he looks even moreso than usual.
“Alright you useless sacks of goblin shit. We got a new job. This one just came across rather unexpectedly. Ran into a Dwarven representative and we’re now in the employ of a Dwarven Clan, near the southern Tulan Borders. With the occurrence of this Nuro incident, they’re expecting some shit to spill over into their lands and they want some extra help. This is pretty surprising since Dwarves aren’t known to pay for mercenaries, let alone the likes of us.” The Boss tell you all.
“The Tulan Border? Oh fuck that place is a meat grinder! There’s no profit to be had anywhere near there!” Cal pipes up.
“Well you can just pick up your panties and get your pansy ass back home and stay there then! The dwarves are paying well and that’s the job. Take it or get the fuck outta my company!”
“Excuse me Captain, but weren’t there reports of demons running through that area?” you ask.
“Yeah so? That’s why we’re going over there most likely, but be fucking prepared for any damn thing. Maybe even undead…who knows if my…if those necromancer bastards started spreading their plague yet. We leave tomorrow.”
You think on this fucked up situation and seriously reconsidering your career choice.
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