Exton

Marc steps through the Gate and within minutes he's back in camp. The Ravens gather round, curious to hear about the mission. His eyes take them all in. It would be hard to find a tougher group of reprobates, he thinks, short of a prison. Some of them, indeed, are ex-cons - like Harold One-Eye, who fell afoul of an Unseelie lord. Pffft, Marc thinks, like the Fae place that high a value on virginity in the first place... It might have been better, though, if Harold hadn't organized an impromptu gang-bang, taking bets on how many guys the lady in question - who had been the lord's only daughter - could take before she could continue no longer. I seem to remember she made it to forty-seven before Daddy showed up....

Or Horace, who had been known to dismember and disembowel those unfortunate souls who thought to make fun of his name. At seven-foot-six and correspondingly beefy, Horace was someone you definitely wanted to keep on your good side - especially since he didn't seem to have one.

And is if to prove that size wasn't everything, there was Addley. Tall and lean, with the body weight of a pencil between two strips of bacon, Addley was just fuckin' scary. Addley loved knives, and you could tell - he practically sweated blades. Whenever you thought he couldn't possibly have another, he'd find another. Marc didn't want to think long at all about where it might have been concealed....

 "Gather round, mes amis," he began. "Listen well...." Half an hour later, everyone  - men and women, human and Others - knows what is expected of them. Not that it matters - no battle plan ever survives the first engagement, and especially when one-half of the combatants are The Raving Bitches....