Gavin Jurgens-Fyhrie

So, I know this looks bad,” Junkrat said, struggling against the chains to scratch his nose. Mako Rutledge, aka Roadhog, his much larger, much more heavily shackled partner, said nothing. Through a high, barred window in the wall, there was a metallic crunch and a scream as someone in the arena lost an important bit.

"You're a Ravager unit, right?"

Smiling into the rushing wind, Jia leapt from a chimney and fell toward the jagged tiles of the gambling house's roof. Her dagger bumped lightly against her lower back. In ten minutes, she would use it to kill a man. In a second, she would have to deal with the prospect of landing. None of that mattered right now. She was flying.

"Let me get this straight," Ziya said, sharpening her daggers. "You want me to tell you a story?" She sat with Arko against a cliff wall on the northern coast of Pandaria, sheltered from the worst of the wind. They couldn't risk a fire; the ten goblin plundersquads scattered across the continent had been raiding treasuries, temples, and armories for weeks now and were, for some reason, not popular with the locals...

Ten minutes before his death, Razek gazed out over the new home of his Scantid Pirates with a sense of supreme accomplishment...

Hey, pal. Trade Prince Gallywix here. You’re holding this book in your hands because you wanna be like me. Who wouldn’t? There ain’t a goblin alive more powerful and dangerous than me. I can give you everything you need to succeed. But first, a friendly legally binding warning just for you...