[It's a dark night in the wilderness, as the combined forces of Gafgarion's Legion and Agrias Oaks' knights makes camp. The proud, elegant knights and the scruffy sellswords have not exactly spent this trip as bosom chums, but tonight the tension in the air is palpable. Dirty glares and disdained scowls permeate the camp, and it is with ( Read more... )

[filtered to the Legion; unhackable]

New orders, boys. We've received a new contract; Enma is our employer no more. Come the right time, we're to cut them down and flee to their own headquarters.

I trust you'll all know what to do when the time comes. If not, I've no qualms leaving you to rot with Shishio.

Lugria, you expressed interest in the path of ( Read more... )

One would think a bloody war would find us mercenaries swimming in gold, and yet the greatest spoil of war I find myself inheriting is one of these accursed magicked journals. Much as I enjoy pilfering the corpses of Agni Rastra's finest, one might hope to find something of slightly more value in such a fanciful pocket.

In any case, this trinket ( Read more... )