Mercenaries are ever at the employ of merchants eager to protect their business investments. The Confederacy of Traders and Merchant's Republic both boast impressive armies, and many a free merchant has a sellsword or two as his side. However, where loyalty lies only to coin, profit and security can change like the weather. Still, many a trader would prefer the devil he knows to the one he can't understand, and are just as frightened by the concepts of loyalty and honor as they are of an empty pocket.
Generation through generation stand the Knights of the Empire, sworn to uphold justice and mercy. Chivalry is their code, and pursing doers of wrong to the ends of the earth is their aim. Woe to the scoundrel who's reputation has reached the ears of such a knight.
Unconcerned with the petty exploits of men, the rangers of Calabria pursue their own vengence against creatures of darkness. Ever vigilant, they track the wilds and wastes, hunting foes of mankind with every breath they draw.
Preying upon the unsuspecting, highwaymen lurk at woods edge, and make their beds in the ruins across the countryside. All who carry coin are their prey.
Unique amont the men of Clabria are the Knights of Oregate. Sworn only to their ruler, they have but one goal; to protect the wealth of their territory. Rare through the ages is the Knight of Oregate who's loyalty has been turned.
Peter Nicolai Arbo
Famed is the might of the warriors of the clans of Calabria.
They are slow to wrath, yet fierce in battle, both man and woman among them. A feast at the table of ravens awaits those who underestimate their prowess.
From across the Northren sea come men of honor, ever ready for battle, yet willing to die for the sake of their countrymen. From the harsh winter wastes they carve their lives, filling each day with battle or merriment. Rare is their presence is Calabria.
|Jean-Joseph Benjamin Constant|
From beyond the Sea of Hope come warriors of wisdom, unparalleled in learning and art. Seldom are their blades idly drawn.