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His weapon of choice: a massive battle axe.Īs the Guardia Compagnia carried out campaigns in faraway lands, Tarhos dispatched countless enemies. Sander Rault matched Tarhos in size and strength. His pack.Īlejandro Santiago apprenticed with the Guardia Compagnia’s Armourer.ĭurkos Malecek showed an aptitude for stealth and silent kills. Three of his followers pledged their undying allegiance to Tarhos and came to be known as his faithful three. But his skill, strength, and smarts attracted a small following who believed his courage brought them luck in battle and that one day he would help them earn their collective freedom. As the years passed, Tarhos made few friends amongst the hostile and competitive mercenaries.

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There he learned to wield weapons, forge armor, and recite a code of chivalry to obediently serve those who would employ his services. And even as they rode away telling him he was headed for Italy, Tarhos stared through the wooden cracks with eyes wide open and a heart wanting to understand what could not be understood.įrom that day on, Tarhos belonged to the Guardia Compagnia where he trained under Kadir Hakam. He didn’t even react when they carried him off to a horse-drawn buggy and locked him up in a small, wooden cage with other slaves. Something closer to-Īs Tarhos tried to make sense of the moment, he didn’t notice the men who approached him from behind. And though he couldn’t articulate what he was experiencing, he knew it wasn’t pain, grief, or fear.

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A high-pitched whine suddenly sounded in his ears and his skin began to prickle as he realised he was in the presence of something he couldn’t possibly understand. He remembered pushing, pulling, and climbing to the top of the bloody mass only to be seized by the death, destruction, and silence-the indifferent and impenetrable silence. He remembered collapsing to the hard floor only to awaken in a mass grave, buried under a crush of bodies, with the sound of the village burning in his ears. He remembered his mother forcing him to swallow a thick, black fluid like medicine. He remembered the cries and screams in the village. Tarhos Kovács didn’t remember much about his childhood, but what he did remember he would chase his entire life. Additional Lore can be found in Tome 14 - Betrayal: Nothing but Darkness

Drawings of medieval swords