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Emerick is the half blooded bastard son of Arnwald the Sky Tyrant, ruler of the Esperion Kingdom of the Wyrmshire Empire. Though a prince, his mixed blood prevents him from inheriting his father's throne. Resigned to his evident fate as a caged bird, he is content to live a fruitless but privileged life... until a task from his father throws him in the path of Trixie, big sister to a group of orphans she calls the Half-blood Brigade. Ambition rekindled with blossoming romance and the injustice towards those of mixed blood, Emerick finds himself on the conqueror's path, Trixie and her rag tag family at his side.

The Half-Blood Brigade

"Home sweet home," Rathus sighed with some relief as he stretched. Emerick smiled at the comment.

"I suppose you could call it that," he nodded as he turned to the orc. "It's a bit of a fixer upper, but yeah, it's more or less home now."

"Huh..." Liron frowned as he glanced around. "This set up is... Interesting..."

"Could be worse," Dalek grunted. "Where's the kitchen?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Emerick shrugged. "Shall we look for it together?"

Dalek grumbled something indecipherable and slouched off into the double doors and off in a direction. Emerick took that as a 'no.'

"He's just eager to get his bearings," Liron smiled apologitically. "It's nothing personal."

"He's honestly probably hoping none of the rest of us figure out where it's at," Emerick chuckled. Dalek was clearly still sore about all of the thieved pies over the years.

"That's true too," Liron nodded. "sooo... The rest of us going in or...?"

Chapter 204