#mercenary

Here they are! The money "hungry" "backstabbers" (who aren't actually completely in it for the money)

And here's a little doodle of them interacting!

I was thinking that since Purpled's first big canonical job seems to be at Las Nevadas, Punz would probably ask him about it. I like to imagine that Punz genuinely wants Purpled to make it in the business, but at least currently, Purpled is dead set on trying to get revenge on Quackity to worry too much about becoming an "official" mercenary. (But I also don't know too much about c!Purpled's lore, so if he took any mercenary jobs prior to Las Nevadas, that would be good to know)

"How does it feel to stand on the very stones That ran with your parent's blood? Do you feel sad? Full of rage? Or does that outfit help bury your feelings? Hiding your true self"

—Hugo Strange

Posed on XNALara and Blender, edited in Photoshop

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Amsterdam Ghost model achieved with Robin32710

SH3 Hilltop break room model achieved with TrashBoiAlex

DSA-58 Model from CW, found @ p3dm.ru, upped by Ravenov S. . Port and rig by ProgammerNetwork

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After that hiccup, I return to talking to my sergeants. Eyes, Frederik, Lince, Antares, Rat, Hund, Arturo, Gonzalo, Bernarda, Marie. Each one holds the leash of 300 mercenaries. I hold the leash of these ten. We are not to siege the castle of Bloodhaven. We are coordinating the march there. Antares, my expert in artillery. Marie, the sergeant who leads the shock troops. Frederik’s units shall take the front, and we shall be flanked by Antare’s arquebusiers. Yes, the formation is beautiful in my mind! It will be even better when the Viscount’s own men join us. Ahh, just imagining the sound of the drums, the girls playing the fifes, decorated with flowers, our flags flying up, the pikes… I’m happy again. Our company is a Leviathan formed by ten smaller companies. A ten headed dragon. The drums will be heard all the way to Bloodhaven’s end. Our banners shall fly. The voices of my men shall reach the sky. The trumpets, the marching. Were any poor bastard to attack us, they would be met with the fury of invigorated men. Arquebusiers, artillery in the parade carts, pikemen, halberdiers, coseletes, the houndmasters and their dogs. Our joy will be that of true men of war! I am boiling with excitement. (@cordaxmerc)

The night is not calm. It is controlled. It is not rash. It is orderly. As the men of the House of Artiaga and the men of this Captain Cuervo, just over a thousand men, certainly with enough artillery and manpower to overwhelm what few Guardsman that bastard must hold. And at the front of it, sits the golden and silver idol... El Vizconde y Renacido.

(Image by @teskastektli, buddy I absolutely love you what the fuck this art is beautiful)

The Viscount whispers something to Cuervo's ear before circling back to a gilded carriage. Trotting along these men he can tell their expression lie with the subject on everyone's mind. Not yet, he thinks, and yet you may get what you all desire sooner than you think. Before long he arrives at the black and gold carriage, holding his most precious guests. He dismounts his riding horse, Canción, and hands him off to one of his sentinels. As he dismounts a large silver mirror, covered by an ill-fitting cloth sits tied to the back of his carriage. He knocks on the carriage door, waits a second, before it swings open and fills with laughter.

"¡Papá!" is all he has time to here before he is dragged into the carriage. His daughters Madalena and Leonora apparently having bust their guts about some previous matter of conversation simply could not stop laughing. It was infectious. Before long the Viscount was smiling alongside his two daughters.

"Ayyyy ¿Qué les ha pasado, mis princesas? ¿Ha convertido una bruja a tu madre en piedra?" He said, eyeing his beautiful wife, Lady Hortencia, sitting opposite of him and his two daughters.

"¡No Papá! Nos estábamos riendo de Tobias; ¡no monta muy bien a caballo!" Madalena giggled.

"¡Ah, esto tiene más sentido! Aun así, todavía no me dices por qué…" The Viscount began before he was interrupted.

"I'm fine my love.. I am merely worried about... Bloodhaven." Hortencia sighed.

He took his hand in hers and squeezed lightly. "Is it that you're worried for them or for your sister?"

"My sister of course... it has been too long esposo... I wish to hold her hand and... I wish it were under better circumstances. You know how the Dame Perla can be." -- (@pearlescentknight mention)

"I do... but I promise she will be fine amor, I promise... no harm will come to her."

"Good."

Sometime after convening with his family he mounts Canción once more and heads up to the frontline. Once more joining his wicked-eyed compatriot before their grand entrance is to begin...

(Image by @teskastektli, I mean LOOK at it, isn't this the most beautiful piece in all the world??)

"Rig the canons to be fired, can you do that Rodríguez?" the Viscount asks.

"Yes sir... I can do that right away," and with that the small man runs back to the back of the line.

"This is certainly to get their attention. Don't you think Cuervo?" He says turning to look at the mercenary Captain (@cordaxmerc)

It was as if the entire earth shook. A sharp crack filling the voidless sky. CRACK. BOOM. And then silence. Another round was loaded into the mighty cannons and another barrage. CRACK. BOOM! And yet again silence filled the air. A dazzling display of red and gold beams of light piercing through the smoke of gunpowder laying in the air. For anyone looking from the ramparts it seemed to be that a fireworks display had suddenly appeared. And what was worse? An army of unknowns appearing through the smoke.

"Attention! Now presenting the right honourable Viscount of Montehano, Lord Rolon de Artiaga! His wife the honourable Lady Hortencia de Ciervo, and his daughters the Ladies Madalena and Leonora! Kinsman to host Baron Mortimer, Second of that Name, of House Caldwell, Baron of these lands, and of Blackpool and of Caldwell."