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Old Stumpy is a mercenary veteran. Starting at he was 15 he served with Heinz's Hurricanes, a company of about 150 men. As he was a strong young lad, he was accepted in by Heinz the Head-cleaver and given the usual training in peacetime as well as more on the job lessons. He soon proved himself to be skilled enough to get the job of Sergeant, yelling at new recruits to keep them in line. He saw action armed with both crossbows, halberds, pike, swords, axes, daggers, shields, maces, crowbills, clubs, thrown rocks, the new handgonnes and on two occasions a severed leg. On one of said occasions the leg was his. Other bits of his anatomy were gradually subtracted, as was the case for most mercenaries who live to see more than twelve battles. By that point he was let go with a severance package that was part of the deal and a note of recommendation from the captain. With that he soon found employment with a local Prince of a city state. He had gotten the idea of making a new army, mostly composed of convicts, conscripted peasants and beggars and a few young men seeking some action and pay. He took the job up quickly and has spent the last twenty years training this new army in close quarters fighting, marching as well as running them through the use of the new firearms. While he makes sure that the new recruits know who is the boss and does shout alot, he is definitely not as mean spirited as some instructors. Partially because he feels that they will see enough unpleasantness on the battlefield, partially because he has figured out various tricks that require far less wanton cruelty to the newcommers and partially because he feels that he does not have enough of himself attached to pull off being an absolute terror. His Princely employer speaks highly of him, as in those twenty years his territory has tripled in size.

Description
Old Stumpy is a mercenary veteran. Starting at he was 15 he served with Heinz's Hurricanes, a company of about 150 men. As he was a strong young lad, he was accepted in by Heinz the Head-cleaver and given the usual training in peacetime as well as more on the job lessons. He soon proved himself to be skilled enough to get the job of Sergeant, yelling at new recruits to keep them in line. He saw action armed with both crossbows, halberds, pike, swords, axes, daggers, shields, maces, crowbills, clubs, thrown rocks, the new handgonnes and on two occasions a severed leg. On one of said occasions the leg was his. Other bits of his anatomy were gradually subtracted, as was the case for most mercenaries who live to see more than twelve battles. By that point he was let go with a severance package that was part of the deal and a note of recommendation from the captain. With that he soon found employment with a local Prince of a city state. He had gotten the idea of making a new army, mostly composed of convicts, conscripted peasants and beggars and a few young men seeking some action and pay. He took the job up quickly and has spent the last twenty years training this new army in close quarters fighting, marching as well as running them through the use of the new firearms. While he makes sure that the new recruits know who is the boss and does shout alot, he is definitely not as mean spirited as some instructors. Partially because he feels that they will see enough unpleasantness on the battlefield, partially because he has figured out various tricks that require far less wanton cruelty to the newcommers and partially because he feels that he does not have enough of himself attached to pull off being an absolute terror. His Princely employer speaks highly of him, as in those twenty years his territory has tripled in size.