#{daarzan}

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|| @0atheus || liked for a starter || fantasy verse ||

In a local pub a group of loud yet civil visitors were having a blast. The alcohol was flowing, the music made by them filled the surrounding streets. It was a good vibe all around. Finishing his next mug with beer, he looked at the other guests at the pub.

"Hey there, does a gal want a drink with some festive lads?"

Daarzan is the leader of a notorious mercenary group known as the 'Schwartz Krieg', which is why other guests were hesitant to interact with them or even accept a drink from them.

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| @aimhleas​ | Daarzan & Mirna | Starter |

Once she was put with her feet on the burning sand, Daarzan would draw his sword to undo the rope that bound her hands together. His sword would then be point in the Southern direction. “If you keep walking in that direction you will reach a more rocky terrain with a small cliff. Follow the path down and you will reach a town. From there you can secure a ride back to your homeland.” Daarzan was setting her free, no longer fighting a losing war. Which was the risk that Alivados took by hiring forces instead of training his own forces. “I assume you will hold up to your end of the deal, to not turn us in whenever you’re reunited with your people.” 

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| @aimhleas​ | Daarzan & Mirna | Starter |

“Young woman ... you’ve been very brave through this all and that for a war you’re not part of. Personally, I was hired years ago to surpress threats rising in this kingdom but the time has come. I don’t see a scenario in which lord Alivados wins. Do you see a chance of striking a deal in which you walk free to return to your land and where me and my men ride off into the sunset. I prefer not being on the side that loses.” 

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| @aimhleas​ | Lente & Mirna | Continuation |

“I will do my best ... “ Even though she lacked the leadership skills, she had watched Mirna with admiration. Perhaps she had picked up a few things during these weeks of war. “We should move you too. If this camp falls, we need as much healers and medics as we can for new injured knights.” It was a harsh thing to say perhaps but the injured now didn’t really take priority, for some it had already become clear that they were just dragging on their suffering.

“Resistance is futile! Men, kill everyone that’s armed but leave whatever injured, children and those unarmed alive!” The deep voice roared over the deserts as horses dashed through the sands towards the camp. Hidden in the night, these enemy forces had gone unnoticed until coming over the dunes that were closer to the camp.

“Mirna ... what do we do? We will not be able to evacuate in time if they approach this quickly.” Lente had just reentered the tent, looking at the one she still considered her superior.