"All right, boys and girls, quit sucking your ma's teats. It's high time we bloody earn our paychecks!"
Born in times of turmoil, orphaned at a young age, and raised amongst rowdy sellswords, young Reinhardt Edelstein joined the mercenary trade as well when he grew up.
When misfortune finally caught up with them, and the mercenary company he had been part of fell into an ambush and was decimated, he survived by chance, along with a few others.
Then he found the baton of responsibility passed on to his hand, as the adopted nephew of the late captain.
Stuck behind enemy lines, with only the tattered remnants of the once proud company around him, he strived to do his best, to rebuild the company to its former glory... Should they survive the current conflict.
Would he succeed in etching his name in the annals of history? Or would he end up as a mere footnote instead?
Only time will tell…
Chapters will range from 1-2k words, scheduled for release every day from Monday to Friday.
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Expect:
-War, with little to no punches pulled.
-Army building
-Tragedies, and dark Comedy/gallows humor.
-Occasional action
Do not expect:
-Much in terms of romance
-Much politics, barring passing views and mentions
-A lighthearted tale. This story will not play nice.
Any comments, reviews, and criticism will be much appreciated.
And thank you for reading.
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This story is my original work and only posted on the Royal Road and Scribblehub websites. If you should find this story elsewhere or under another name, please let me know.
Also please don't be too hard on me when I make occasional grammatical mistakes, English is my third language after all. XD
Edit suggestions are very welcome though.
