Speculative fic for a backup character concept. Hope you enjoy.

I do not tire.

I do not sleep.

I do not feel pain.

I am Dirge of the Merisusi, First Seargent of the Pale Guard, and this is my story.

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I don't remember when I first arrived in the new world. Years of pain had blurred together, and I took ( Read more... )

Master Sergeant Eisenheim looks down at the body of Lieutenant Matthews. Poor bastard had been calling the musket line, relaying orders from Captain Helena, when an archer had landed a lucky, lucky blow and gone straight through a chink in his armour. His eyes twitch as the blood fountains from his neck.

"MEDIC! HUMAN MEDIC TO THE MUSKET LINE!" ( Read more... )