Dashmiri the Grand Master of Artistry, Elite Imperial Blade

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Chapter 7

Dashmiri looked up from the tiny round table near the back of the
tavern where his mother and himself sat idly waiting for his
father to enter the small stage. This was the only break they
were allowed during the evening and it would be straight back
to the kitchens when his father was done.
The raucous had already increased in pitch as the time since
the last performer lengthened. Finally with a flourish his
father came out onto the stage, before tripping over the chair
set for him as he did so. Laughter erupted from crowd, obviously
unaware that this was intended. He quickly proceeded with his
first act, a serious of crude jokes intended to amuse the mostly
male audience. For whatever reason his jokes were not going
down well this evening and the crowd started getting restless.
Bits of cabbage already splattered parts of the floor around
his father and then a half cooked potato landed square in his
face. That set the crowd off and moments later all sorts of
food were headed his way.
Dashmiri hung his head in shame as his father quickly bounded
from the stage slipping on the food covered floors as he did so.
The crowd still laughing like hyenas as he finally made it out
of sight.
Dashmiri slowly made it back to the kitchens and quickly went about
his chores. Dashmiri was already versed in many instruments and his
love of grand stories was unlikely equalled. However he now looked
on with disdain every time his father performed his comedic act
in front of a drunken audience. Dashmiri was not past making coppers
anyway he could but knew that he could never follow his fathers ways
if there was any choice to him. At that moment he remembered the
poster he saw the other day recruiting for the Imperial army.
Perhaps that would be the life for him. Marching with an army off
to battle. Such stories he would have to tell. That night he
lay sleeping on his straw mat his dreams filled with great adventures
and battles. And when Dashmiri woke in the morn he mind was set.

Role

Chapter 6

I have adjusted to life in the Imperial army with ease. The
War Master gives me many orders that keep me occupied whilst
lesser warriors go about their business. Such is the life
of a bard. I know I must serve and the direct service I
provide to the War Master must surely aid me. Whilst others
are off in the distance I am at his side.
So many grand battles have I seen. My head is filled with
the screams of war and the blood of fools. Many fight
against us and most fall or run and cower in great numbers.
Such is the power of the Empire.

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Chapter 5

I now I feel my power grow. My strength increases every
time I go in search of battle. Soon I will be ready to
take the fight direct to our enemies. For though I have
witnessed the battles from the sidelines I wish to take
glory in my own name and witness the blood seep from my
victims still twitching body. I will claim my rightful
spot in the higher echelons of the Empire.

Role

Chapter 4

A new Empress has finally been crowned. Unfortunate it
is that the War Master did not take the throne but at
least now perhaps order will spread where it was before
halted by the scavenging of pitiful dogs. Still I must
serve without question. At times it pains me to do so
but I have seen how the War Master has dealt with those
that question or hesitate at his orders. I serve so
that one day others will serve me. Until then I will
hold my tongue.

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Chapter 3

So now we are at war with the spire. If not officially
then as well as. We are commanded that we hold their
item of power. Never thought I would spend my days as
a criminal, being ignored by the merchants I have dealt
with all my life. They even call the town guards on me.
ME. How much business have I brought them. Even those
merchants that we allow to do business in Imperial lands
will not deal with me. This is outrageous. How dare they
think they have right not to serve a citizen. I have
broken no Imperial law. I am not anathema, yet they
treat me like one. The situation is unacceptable.
Now I search for other sources of trade, or get one
of the lower blades to do my shopping for me. Amusing.
My allies of the Spire I can no longer trust, for surely
they can not trust me when I must serve the Empress's
will. I had thought the new Empress would bring order.
Though right now there appears to be more turmoil then
ever before. Perhaps I am being too hasty. We will see.

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Chapter 2

Finally it has come to pass. The pathetic shadow who claimed
the throne has been cast aside and now the once War Master
rightfully sits upon it. Perhaps now order can be restored
as it should be. Already fear can be seen in the most stout
of the Empires enemies. With Kostyan taking up the mantle of
the Emperor Kornuel has become the new War Master. Though it
hurts my pride to admit it he is the more skilled than I.
I will learn what I can from him and use that knowledge for
my own gains. My time will come. Of that I have no doubt.
Until then I will continue to serve as I have sworn to do so.

Role

Chapter 1

The damnable thief has struck again. Valuable items he has
stolen. Items given to me by the Emperor himself. That he
is too cowardly even to attempt to fight infuriates me like
none has ever done before. He almost seems to lurk in my
own shadow at times. Following me around and striking from
shadows when I fight overwhelming odds. Hoping to strike
a cowards blow and take all that was mine. I can tolerate
him not at all. Perhaps a bounty I should place on his head.
Though to do so might be to show weakness. This is something
I must think on.

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