The Tenth Legion

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The Tenth Legion
"Whatever you desire. Whatever Ring it is in. If you've the price to afford it? Simply sign on the X and you will be taught the skills required to acquire it.
If you lack the Groat? Service to the Legion guarantees tutelage."
Wilson Blake, Preceptor of the Tenth Legion

[hide=Background, Optional Read] Awakening in the City of Rings, Wilson Blake found himself at a crossroads so many do. What do you do awakening in this miserable realm? The simple answer is "Survive", but that is not so easy as it would sound. In the days following his awakening he took to watching and learning as much as he could of the City. Ravenously devouring not just tales and rumors, but watching and studying those who had survived. Days turned into weeks and he began an undertaking of self improvement of the highest order.  Not just improving his skills, but his equipment as he saw and watched those who has survived horded such a cache of oddities, curious, and rare trinkets.

His first fortunes made as a Mercenary were reinvested and used to bribe talented figures across the city in Three disciplines - Swordsplay, Roguish practice, and Wizardry. While he was unable to ever find any to truly train him in the practice of swordsmanship he found service in the tutelage of the Engineer Novram and the Royal Court Wizard, the Alchemist Meredina. Over time in tutelage to both their talents and skills would be merged with his own and as a soldier of fortune he would walk the lands of the City of Rings. Using his Skills to weave nothing into varied fortunes.

These fortunes earned in dark dealings and the works of light alike in pursuit of survival (But mostly his brash and abrasive temperament) left him ill fitting for any lasting and suitable work. So his skills plied as a Soldier of Fortune across the City of Rings. Not merely running the Rings, but as a Mercenary turned to by would be Captains and other Mercenaries in search of work knowing there's always one more contract to be taken.

For a time the abandoned Spinning Groat Casino was contractually secured and ratified by both the Guild of Lessors and unobjected by the Council of Peers dubbed "The Giggling Grig". While never hosting any events of merit it became a hotspot and watering hole for Mercenaries, Sell Swords, Clients of every shade, and would be men and women of Ring Running companies. In what can only be described as a professional crisis, the Grig was unceremoniously sold to Circe of the Knot, the former Hostess brought on. [/hide]

A new Mercenary Outfit has moved into the Pauper Ponds and where otherwise despair and misery may roam in the dilapidated park stirs new life.

A wealthy figure of no shortage of skill and both arms covered in Keystones offers an unexpected possibility: A Chance.

To the raggedy and bedraggled, the cut throat, and the hungry of the Ponds: A chance at fortune. A chance to belong to something more. A chance to get out. A chance to survive.

For the ragged Pondsman, a chance to earn your keep in the harshness of the City of Rings.
For the client in need, a chance to hire mercenaries and sellswords to accomplish deeds you may require.
For the short term member, a chance to secure fortune and footing in contract and strike out on your own.
For the long term member, a chance to secure passage through the Rings to fortunes aplenty in larger contracts.

Alignment: Any
Class: Any Non-Druid
Race: Any