Introduction
"Arenar Company!"
The shout quickly brought quiet to a section of the otherwise bustling docks. Forty men and women immediately formed up into ranks. Some wore light, others wore heavy, and a handful even wore robes. If not for the differences in their attire, one could easily mistake them for professional soldiers. Yet they were not professional soldiers; they were a mercenary company.
The Arenar company had been founded decades ago, by one Darius Arenar, the third or fourth son of some normal family. He named it after himself, as founders often did. Darius had long since died, of course, and left no children, but the Company had kept the name. They prided themselves on being one of the most reputable mercenary companies in the four Human Kingdoms.
The man addressing them was Captain Vanick, leader of the company. A man of common birth, he had simple features: black balding hair, a face slightly wrinkled by middle-age, a nose somewhat mishapen by one too many punches, and dark blue eyes. He was clad in steel plate and chainmail, with the symbol of the company - a warrior wielding a flaming sword - on his breastplate.
Standing just behind him were his officers. A grinning heavily armored dwarf, a thin leather-clad individual with a bow, a thickly-build bald-headed man wearing chainmail, and a red-haired woman in white robes.
The Captain took a moment to smile at how quickly the company had responded to him, but only a moment. The smile faded, and it was back to business.
"We have been called to a job." He announced. "You see that ship?" He asked, pointing to a three-masted thing called the Sea Drake. "That ship has been funded and paid for by the Mage Academy of Greenhaven. It boasts a crew of a hundred men, with space for more. They seek to fill that space with hired swords, and that's where we come in." Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
"Arenar Company!"
The shout quickly brought quiet to a section of the otherwise bustling docks. Forty men and women immediately formed up into ranks. Some wore light, others wore heavy, and a handful even wore robes. If not for the differences in their attire, one could easily mistake them for professional soldiers. Yet they were not professional soldiers; they were a mercenary company.
The Arenar company had been founded decades ago, by one Darius Arenar, the third or fourth son of some normal family. He named it after himself, as founders often did. Darius had long since died, of course, and left no children, but the Company had kept the name. They prided themselves on being one of the most reputable mercenary companies in the four Human Kingdoms.
The man addressing them was Captain Vanick, leader of the company. A man of common birth, he had simple features: black balding hair, a face slightly wrinkled by middle-age, a nose somewhat mishapen by one too many punches, and dark blue eyes. He was clad in steel plate and chainmail, with the symbol of the company - a warrior wielding a flaming sword - on his breastplate.
Standing just behind him were his officers. A grinning heavily armored dwarf, a thin leather-clad individual with a bow, a thickly-build bald-headed man wearing chainmail, and a red-haired woman in white robes.
The Captain took a moment to smile at how quickly the company had responded to him, but only a moment. The smile faded, and it was back to business.
"We have been called to a job." He announced. "You see that ship?" He asked, pointing to a three-masted thing called the Sea Drake. "That ship has been funded and paid for by the Mage Academy of Greenhaven. It boasts a crew of a hundred men, with space for more. They seek to fill that space with hired swords, and that's where we come in." Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
12-Jun-2018 03:06:39 - Last edited on 14-Jun-2018 02:56:55 by NotFishing