I had returned from my vacation from my band, a successful heist and my promissed share convinced me it was time to take it easy, but money don't last forever so after having my share of fun I had to go back to the mercenary life, it's a simple enough life, I help some less than legal activities and get some coin out of it, I'm part of a small group of 5, we plan on oppening our own mercenary guild one day or maybe even start a private army.
As soon as I arrive im greeted by my leader and he tells me that they were waiting for my arrival, it seems a big job has come and they will need all the hands available, a small local cult is planning a event on the outskirts of the city and we were hired to guard it, a simple enough job, we don't ask questions and they don't flunk our pays, half now half when it's over.
The night was uneventful, we saw the robbed figures go in, we checked that they all had the mark of the cult, a pretty standard thing really, but after one hour or so we start hearing screams coming from inside, we rush in to see what's going on and we realize there are guards inside, they seemed to have been teleported inside, I ready my hammer my friends are with me, the cultists run past us, we stall for time but when we turn around to try and escape we realized the cultist have trapped us with the guards and set fire on the entrance, the guards start to panic pushing us and we fight, everything spirals out of control I ran to the center of the room to see if there was another exit but the floor collapsed under me, I don't even remember how it happened or why, but as I fell down to certain death, couldn't help but think how much I would love to have my chance at vengeance to those bastards who blocked me and my friends inside...
A loud bump and my conscious starts to fade, a slender figure approach me holding something, but it's already too late to wonder what will happen next, I won't be here to see..