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37 TIPS FOR MERCENARIES My name is Sebastian Kurtz. I am a murderer. No, no, no don't look so surprised. I'm too poor and too cold to give a damn about social niceties anymore. I am a mercenary and I kill people for a living. I lead a group of cut-throats, convicts and burnouts that can't get a job anywhere any more cushy. A few realities for you before you set out to follow in my bloody bootprints. You have to know about the way the world treats mercs. Firstly, if you are a soldier; you are trusted. You must have the trust of whoever it is who employs you. You are responsible for their safety and that of your family. Without that trust, because of prison time, theft or betrayal, you are quickly unemployed. So where does a man who's only skill is steel go? You become a merc. A few differences between a soldier and a merc. A soldier is a inner keep. By that I mean that all untakable castle fortifications have an outer wall, an inner wall and a central keep. The central keep is the Last line of defence, something rarely used, but built all the same for the security it offers. Soldiers are like that. They offer security every day, all the time, though many live out their lives in boredom only having draw steel once or twice. Now, if your enemy attacks, and you fear your men are not enough in number, what do you do? You call a Mercenary. I see more action in one year than many soldiers do in a lifetime. My men and I (those that have survived) could fight for your home town one day. We may stay for a month, maybe two. Once the threat has ended we still have to eat, but few nobles will pay for excess soldiers (which we have then become). So off we go to find another war. Some places, like Telia, you can always find work. It's just a matter of who you are willing to kill. This seems harsh to other people, but I say you have never been hungry enough to kill. You should be thankful for that. I get that hungry at least once a year, sometimes twice. We must appear skilled, more-so than the competition so we can get work. Then we must be skilled. Mercenaries who die in combat are unlikely to be paid. This mean we are the first sent in, the last to leave, the most of those who die. We rarely work twice for a general who uses us too much in this fashion, if we have a choice. Anyhow, enough of my prattling. I have accumulated a set of rules for mercenary commanders... I think it is time to pass them down to someone else. Sabastian's Laws: 1- The enemy of my
enemy is my cannon fodder. We are not friends. |