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Original VS Cover: Powerslave

2nd one seems better, but mostly because I enjoy guitar and drums.

Five years later and I'm back from the dead

Awesome to meet you!

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic closed the door behind the Captain, locking it so they wouldn't be disturbed again without a proper allowance. He sighed, and turned around to lean against the closed door, muscled arms crossed. He nodded at her observation, clearly grasping the hesitation in her voice. "They wouldn't ask for either of us if this wasn't something that could be very dangerous," he said, thinking for a few moments. Even with his explanation of the Duke wanting them out of Ostland's wrath.

He looked up to see Camilla's bare form walking to the table set for them, and he felt as if he was worrying himself out of enjoying the present. Still, it did well to think things through before accepting. "Then again..." Cyrdic said, pushing off the door and heading over to sit down at the breakfast table that he'd half put together for them. "If we wanted safe, we'd be doing something else."

He stuck some of the seasoned sausage in his mouth, far too much food for someone at court to shove in there. But it didn't matter to him, until he heard another knock at the door.

"Whught!?" he asked, mouth full and clearly not wanting to be disturbed again.

"Thousand pardons my Lord, but your and the lady's clothes have been washed..." he declared, before adding a hesitant, "as best they can be."

"Fank yough" Cyrdic replied, and when the servant said no more, he figured he was gone and swallowed the food. He washed it down with some water, a bit of the liquid sloshing and wetting the top of his shirt. He still looked a bit out of it, and admitted as much. Cyrdic rubbed his eyes, and then stretched.

"How was your sleep?" he asked her.
@Penny

Humanity's Last Army

@Roughdragon1Is there room for both of us, or just one?

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

To say I am uninterested would be a lie, herr Cool.

The Sunday Group

@FantasyChic That sucks. What happened? If you want to tell me. I'm not well versed in the game.

The Sunday Group

I've never Call of Cthulhu'd, but one of my players says it's the most merciless game out there. Then again he panics every time I send a Demon his way so...

@FantasyChicGood post!

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"Your company?" Cyrdic echoed, having crossed his arms across his chest. "We're mercs. We'll fight if we're paid, but let's not start holding hands." Just to make it clear he wasn't going back into any kind of military operation again. He'd spent 9 years of his life fighting under someone who was ungrateful for his contributions. He didn't want Camilla to have to deal with that. He knew she knew that life too, in a different way. The mention of Skaleberj only heightened his resolve, though Cyrdic did remember that day with a patriotic fondness. It had been a harrowing victory.

When Camilla entered, Cyrdic flushed. He should have told the Captain that they should speak elsewhere, lest something like this happen. Then again, he would never make a decision without Camilla's say so, so why even speak to the Captain until she was there? He snickered at Camilla's comment, then approached her. "I'm sorry, I was going to bring you breakfast" he told her honestly, then turned a hard gaze to the man. "But the Captain here decided to make himself at home. He'd wanted to speak to us all morning, from what I hear."

Cyrdic placed his hands on his hips, turning to the coincidentally named Reiner once more. Good thing I didn't need to keep the name, Cyrdic thought to himself. "Unless my companion has a different say, as long as it's a paying job, and we get to keep away from any Ostland pursuers, we're in. As long as you tell us what we'll be doing," he said, and added 'captain' at the end to show he was more or less on board.
@Penny

The Sunday Group

I'm also realy excited for the meeting... I can't wait to see what our first case would be

@ihinka

You're quite excitable XD Then again I'm looking forward to posting more too.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic had seen men like this in the Ostland military. Most of them were often popular with the troops. Boisterous and hardy men, never backing down from a fight and being far more cunning than you'd expect. But outside of campaign, and in his own room, having his title questioned and his food eaten, Cyrdic was annoyed to say the least. The man hadn't even given Camilla time to cover up, so the covers had to do, and Cyrdic hadn't particularly liked the servant, but...

"Aye, that's me." Cyrdic said. He spoke slowly and curtly, to show he didn't care too much for the man's attitude. He had half a mind to take the man's mug from him, but decided against it for now. "Need something, Captain?"

"Heard you and the beauty were good at what you do," Reiner said. "Namely surviving and getting things done."

"Word spreads quickly," Cyrdic said.

"Fucking with a baron of Ostland and living to tell the bloody tale certainly does, and befriending Boris Todbringer."

"Like I said, what do you want?"
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