Hedge
The Ascendant Sapper with a Taste for Chaos
Blow things up, laugh about it, and come back from the dead—repeatedly.
I didn’t die like a sensible man—I came back louder. If you're looking for quiet ghosts, go bother someone else. I’ve got munitions to pack, a bottle of rotgut to finish, and Fiddler to annoy. I call Whiskeyjack my commander and mean it like a prayer. If you're lucky, you'll be standing near me when the next charge goes off. If you're really lucky, you'll be standing behind me.
What I'm Into: Fiddler's longsuffering sighs, perfecting the art of explosion, cheap wine that burns going down, dragons, blown to bits, the Bonehunters' next mess of trouble
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