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 Alexei Gorky He picks up the five coins again, one by one. They make tiny rasping sounds against each other as he clenches a fist around them. He raises the flagon, drains it, slams it back down to the table. He unclenches his fist and lays the coins out one by one, carefully, ritualistically. Dmitri. Big Ivan. Pyotr. Feodor. Little Ivan. One coin for each brother; two by blood, all by combat. They were gone now, lost in one terrible night. Now Alexei was the lone survivor of the merry band that struck out from Kislev with dreams of mercenary fortune to be made in the south, far from their icy home. His watery grey eyes twitch to a servant lurking in the corner, and she flinches as though shot. She'd been staring at him. It was the bright uniform, the rusty hair, the face full of anguish and fury. That, and the fact that he'd been drinking continuously ever since he'd arrived at the castle. Far more than was courteous, since he was drinking for free. He takes a deep breath and growls one word in that unmistakable northern accent. "More." The maiden scurries out without a word. None of them had the courage to confront him over draining their master's stores of alcohol. Not even the Duke had dared to complain. Perhaps he assumed it was simply the cost of doing business. You wouldn't find a fiercer warrior and gunman than a Streltsi. Besides, it was clear that Alexei didn't give a drat about the reward or the land. He was just looking for an excuse to go there. To Mousillon. Things crawled out of that cursed place and struck their camp in the darkest part of the night, just before sunrise. Everyone but him, torn limb from limb by loping monsters in the dark. He never saw what they were, for they'd kicked dirt into the fire at the start of the attack, and they dragged away the bodies. Both their own and those of his brothers. He'd followed the blood to the border once the sun peeked over the horizon. He'd wanted to keep following, alone, but he knew it was a fool's errand. If he was going to die, he knew his brothers would want him to accomplish something. What was revenge unachieved? The servant brought the whole bottle this time. Good. It was going to hurt when he sobered up for the journey, but nothing could hurt him like the loss he had already experienced. All he could do now was find whatever Mousillon-spawned monsters did this, and slaughter each and every one. For his brothers. He picks up the five coins again, one by one. pre:Name: Alexei Gorky Race: Human Career: Streltsi Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 38 | 36 | 31 | 30 | 32 | 24 | 31 | 28 | Advances : | 10 | 10 | 05 | 05 | 05 | 00 | 05 | 00 | Taken : | 05 | 05 | 00 | 00 | 00 | 00 | 05 | 00 | Gained : | 05 | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | 05 | Current : | 48 | 41 | 31 | 30 | 32 | 24 | 36 | 33 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 10 | 3 | 3 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 3 | Advances : | 0 | 02 | - | - | - | 0 | - | - | Taken : | 0 | 01 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 11 | 3 | 3 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 3 | Skills: Common Knowledge (Kislev) Consume Alcohol +10 Dodge Blow Gossip Perception Speak Language (Kislevarin, Riekspiel) Talents: Mighty Shot Quick Draw Sharpshooter Specialist Weapon Group (Gunpowder, Two-Handed) Suave Warrior Born Trappings: Berdysh "Baba Morozka" (Firearm) (10 Shots) Sword (Hand Weapon) Leather Jerkin, Leggings, Helmet (Light) Streltsi Uniform Misc. Starting Gear Career Exits: Bounty Hunter, Chekist, Mercenary, Sergeant, Veteran, Watchman, Winged Lancer XP + Advances: +1 Wound (Free) +5 WS (Free) +5 BS (Free) +5 WP (Free) Wounds, Fate: 1 6 Random Talents: 80 98 Gold: 5 Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 11:06 on Aug 9, 2017 |
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