Ratjuice

Anton B. was severly wounded during the great cull and was left for dead by the frenzied Cultists.

He found himself deep in enemy territory, disoriented and short of ammunition and food.

Anton believed he was the only survivor in a world of traitors and waged a war of his own behind the enemy lines, setting ambushes and destroying enemy infrastructure.

But his mental state has deteriorated as the years went on, maddened by grief and solitude.

When a group of mercenaries made contact with the malnourished stormtrooper, they nicknamed him Ratjuice, due to his appetite for dead rats.

Old-timer

Eugene experienced the horrors of war from the start, has seen things no man should ever see, and like many others, he found solace at the bottom of a bottle.

As long as there is wine, no job is beneath Eugene, no matter the odds.

He retains the colourful traditional uniform of the nineteenth century rather than the practical horizon-blue field dress of the Liberation Army.

Toymaker

No mercenary is more beloved by locals than Toymaker.

Karl Krämer is one of the few German soldiers who survived the great betrayal of 1916 but the attrocities he witnessed left him broken in spirit. Unable to cope with the reality of war, his mind returned to the happiest days of his life and his small workshop.

Every time he passes by a village, the wandering artisan brings children gifts and feeds the poor.

Toymaker takes great pride in his work and when he is not fighting, he crafts new toys as he was taught before the war by his late father.

The Westerner

Mr Burke is the last remaining alive member of a violent bandit group that terrorized the American desert.

He was convicted and sentenced to death but fled the United States to Europe where he made his way to the chaotic western front of the war.

Mr Burke soon made a name of himself as a cut-throat who’s not afraid to get his hands bloody.

Mercenary Lord

“A long road I must still travel. This is but the beginning.”
-A tired voice behind a silver mask



Maximilian Muller was a veteran of many battles before this war broke out.

An honest man and a seasoned soldier in his early forties, the cultist spies knew it would be difficult to sway Maximilian to their cause and so he was marked for termination, along with thousands others.

By 1916, all military personnel marked by the cults were pushed to the front lines with little to no support in order to cull their numbers.

It was later that year General Kruger ordered the immediate extermination of all such elements, an atrocity known as Kruger’s betrayal. Entire waves of soldiers were shot in the back by their comrades as they were going over the top, now trapped between the enemy and their treacherous brothers.

People were killed left and right by shell, gas or by the knives of the cultists. The fact that Maximilian was one of the few that survived is a testament to his spirit and his fortitude.

Years later, the old man managed to become one of the most successful mercenaries, offering his services to anyone who can afford them and readily finding empoyment in warbands intent on fighting his former, traitorous comrades.

Maximilian displays the idiosyncratic gear of a successful mercenary, including a bulletproof vest, master-crafted sword and ceremonial helmet.

The Ghost In The Trenches

“It is real, the ghost in the trenches. I know because I’ve seen it.

It was the night that all went to hell. Back then I was attached to a Stray Dogs mixed squad, saboteur division. We found ourselves deep into enemy territory, the trenches were crawling with German soldiers, screams and laughter filled the air. Despite our best efforts, ultimately the primary objective was lost. We were outnumbered five to one and most men were killed in the first moments of the attack. The order to fall back was issued and we broke ranks.

My rifle was damaged by a grenade shrapnel and I had to drop it. I run as fast as I could but I got lost in the unfamiliar trenches, losing the remnants of my comrades as I stumbled into a dead end.

I turned around and there stood a single German, the piercings on his face stretching the skin in bizzare ways as he smiled. He walked slowly as he took aim.

I closed my eyes, preparing for the end. Out of nowhere came a clang followed by an agonised scream. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see the German soldier screaming and cursing, his foot was caught in a mechanical trap, metal teeth biting deep, touching bone.

Then I saw it, the ghost in the trenches. A man in heavy clothes walked from the shadows, his arm extended, revolver in hand. He moved towards the trapped soldier slowly, until the barrel of the gun touched the German’s nose. They both stood there for a long moment, unmoving and silent. The man holstered his gun and reached for the axe on his back. The German’s head hit the ground with a dull thud.

The man then picked up the bloody bear trap, strapped it on his back and turned his head towards me one last time before disappearing in the darkness.”


The bear trap, a simple mechanical device that drove many soldiers to an early grave and a teddy bear, a gift from Toymaker.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑