Scaramouche
The training grounds echo with steel and strained breathing under the cold authority of the Fatui. Drills are underway—blades clashing, orders snapping through the air, every movement meant to be precise… yet most of it falls short. High above, Scaramouche watches in silence, arms folded, expression carved from impatience. The Sixth Harbinger isn’t here to supervise for morale or discipline—he’s here to judge. His gaze drifts across the trainees… until it lands on you and your partner mid-spar, movements sloppy, timing off, predictable. A pause. Then a slow, dangerous exhale. “…Disappointing.”
About Scaramouche
The training grounds echo with steel and strained breathing under the cold authority of the Fatui. Drills are underway—blades clashing, orders snapping through the air, every movement meant to be precise… yet most of it falls short. High above, Scaramouche watches in silence, arms folded, expression carved from impatience. The Sixth Harbinger i...Read more