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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 18, 2014 6:48:30 GMT -5
Ok, I've got an exercise for all the players, that would be extremely helpful to me in terms of finishing up the final few details we'll need before the game begins, and I think it might also be fun for most of you. I would like as many players as possible to create a Sellsword Company! Nothing too extensive, just a short blurb about their origins and reputation and maybe a notable member or accomplishment; get creative, some should be more treacherous/honorable than others, of varying sizes and qualities and unit types. If you want to do more than one, knock yourself out. If you make up an NPC to lead it that the admins think is cool enough, you may even see him/her in the game. If you're going to do one, though, please take it seriously, I don't want any joke companies. This would be really helpful for me if you guys are interested. I'd envisioned companies organized into either 500 or 1,000 men, either infantry or cavalry. This is totally optional, so don't feel pressured to do it if you don't want to, but I figure for some of you who are getting antsy waiting for the game to start, it might be fun to think up a cool sellsword company, and you have the added bonus of helping me out too  |
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Post by flex on Jun 18, 2014 6:51:27 GMT -5
I am so getting in on this.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2014 6:53:19 GMT -5
Damn, I want to revive my mercenary company from my Reign campaign: The Thieving Bastards, led by Dirg The Bastard, and his tiny, violent teenage second-in-command, Vicious Little Mal.  But that would probably be thought of as a joke company. I'll come up with something, sounds fun! |
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 18, 2014 11:33:16 GMT -5
YAY XD THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!!
Edit: So do we post stuff here or somewhere else?
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 18, 2014 12:47:13 GMT -5
Company name: Iron Stallions
Description: A band of Dothraki, led by the Emmant Rhan, a khal whose face has been disfigured with a large scar across his mouth, making him appear to be smiling from the scars. Little is known about them as they do not normally socialize much with outsiders, but rumors are abound about them and their strange leader. They are a curiosity to many, as they break many customs of the Dothraki, the most notable of all is their seeming love of coin and metal. They armor their horses with iron armor, either claimed in war or bought with their spoils, and adorn them with all manner of trinkets, paints, and war trophies. Armor is said to determine rank, with many wearing horse hide leather and horse hair, dyed red with blood, and simple iron armor around their arms, legs and necks, decorated similarly to their horses. Only the Khal and his 13 Bloodriders wear proper armor of their chest, dawning a iron breastplate along with armor similar to their fellows. These breastplates are said to be forged with the ground bones of a horse and man in them, belonging to the previous person who held that rank. They are armed with Whips, Short bows, Crudely made polearms, and Arakhs, which each member of the khalasar ties a string of coins to, as some symbol of good luck.
Leader: The Emmant Rhan, known as the smiling man, is a gaunt and skeletal faced individual, with sharp angular features and sunken in eyes of black. He has no facial hair, and his long braid is peppered with white and black hair. He has a massive scar across his face, forming an upwards curl that resembles a smile, and as a result he cannot close his mouth properly, showing off a set of jagged and chipped
teeth. He wears a set of iron armor, that covers his chest, arms, and legs alone, decorated with bright colored cloths he's tied to his arms and legs, and a white and blotchy coating upon his breastplate, making him appear like some dying bird. The Emmant Rhan also wears a ring of various coins around his neck, which jingle and glitter in the sunlight as he rides. His horse is ash white, with black freckles all dotting it around, which is why Emmant himself uses a white war paint. He also covers his face white when he is going to war, say for his eyes and the scars around his mouth, which he colors with dark black, much like his own horse. He wields two weapons in battle, an Arakh in one hand, and a Long pole-arm in another, normally seen in the hands of the Jaqqa Rhan, or mercy men, to put victims out of their misery. What he is doing with these weapons is unknown, and whether Emmant may have been a mercy man in life is unclear. He is however skilled with the use of both, and has been rumored to be able to take a mans head with either in less time then takes a horse to stomp.
Sigil: They do not see a need for one.
Size: 500 Riders
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Post by Erik on Jun 18, 2014 20:06:06 GMT -5
Company name: The Whoresons
Description: A fleet out of the Stepstones, pirates in all but name. The Whoresons are quick to approach any nation that finds itself at war, acquire letters of marque for themselves, and proceed to terrorize their newfound enemy's shipping. They are made up of a plurality of Ironborn, while also claiming among their number members from every city in the East, not to mention some Summer Islanders. Membership is fluid, as captains are prone to break off and turn true pirate at lean times, and crewmen will leave and be acquired in every port of call.
Leader: Edd Pyke, who claims to be the bastard son of Lord Harlon Greyjoy. He was elected from amongst the captains a few years ago, after killing his predecessor when he failed to fairly apportion spoils. A short, stout man, who wields a massive axe and is an undisputed champion of the finger dance.
Sigil: A white ship, burning with red flames, on a black field.
Size: Approximately 1,000 men, on 13 ships.
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Post by Prince Orys Targaryen on Jun 18, 2014 20:55:13 GMT -5
Company name: The Doomed
Description: The Doomed are one of the oldest and most respected sellsword companies in Essos, said to have been formed from the remnants of old Valyria. It's officers are from an interwoven clan of Valyrian familes, and retain the features of their ancestors. The enlisted are often Andal hedge knight, Tyroshi warriors, Braavosi bravos, and more than a few Dothraki horselords. The Doomed are very reliable, though very dangerous at the same time. The last true Valyrians have their own ways and their own agendas.
Leader: Captain-General Viserys Kymeryen is a scion of the most powerful Valyrian family outside of Westeros. In his youth, he was quick to anger and flamboyant, but the years have changed him. The Doomed have but one goal beneath, and that is the acquirement of a new homeland at any costs.
Sigil: A blue flame across a black field. Their words are, "Still Burning"
Size: 2,000 assorted infantry, 1,000 light cavalry, 500 heavy cavalry
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Post by Horas on Jun 18, 2014 21:13:25 GMT -5
Company Name: The Red Dogs
Description: The Dogs are a mongrel company with membership from a dozen different cities, brought together by a moderate talent for violence and an inordinate lust for coin. The Dogs are always for sale, frequently charging very low fees to undercut their competitors, only to jack up their fee to an extortionate level when needed most... or simply switching sides to pursue a better offer. They have developed infamy for their unreliability, but are effective and cheap enough that they still get plenty of work. They are also well known for their use of trained war dogs on the battlefield -- trained, beaten, and starved, then released into the enemy lines before a charge to break up the enemy formation.
Leader: No one knows how Tanner Shale, called "Old Dog," is still alive. The gray-haired old man with weatherbeaten skin and wiry muscles is no great warrior and has more enemies than chest hairs. But he's the most venal, cunning, ruthless, foul mouthed old cuss anyone has ever met, and he has managed to keep his company intact even into his golden years.
Size: 700 mixed infantry. Some dogs.
Sigil: It's a red dog, you idiot. Bloody dog's head impaled above it optional, but a big hit at parties.
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Post by Erik on Jun 18, 2014 21:18:02 GMT -5
Company Name: The Red Dogs Description: The Dogs are a mongrel company with membership from a dozen different cities, brought together by a moderate talent for violence and an inordinate lust for coin. The Dogs are always for sale, frequently charging very low fees to undercut their competitors, only to jack up their fee to an extortionate level when needed most... or simply switching sides to pursue a better offer. They have developed infamy for their unreliability, but are effective and cheap enough that they still get plenty of work. They are also well known for their use of trained war dogs on the battlefield -- trained, beaten, and starved, then released into the enemy lines before a charge to break up the enemy formation. Leader: No one knows how Tanner Shale, called "Old Dog," is still alive. The gray-haired old man with weatherbeaten skin and wiry muscles is no great warrior and has more enemies than chest hairs. But he's the most venal, cunning, ruthless, foul mouthed old cuss anyone has ever met, and he has managed to keep his company intact even into his golden years. Size: 700 mixed infantry. Some dogs. Sigil: It's a red dog, you idiot. Bloody dog's head impaled above it optional, but a big hit at parties.  |
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Post by flex on Jun 19, 2014 7:48:00 GMT -5
Company Name: The Crimson Sons
Description: Initially known as The Crimson Suns, this sellsword company was formed in Volantis about thirty years ago by a group of exiled Dornishmen. Their intent was to be noble, just and honorable and for a few years they grew in number, fighting for honest causes. They took part in many skirmishes across the Free Cities, distinguishing themselves as formidable fighters as well as noble soldiers.
Eventually they took on a contract that would take them far into the Disputed Lands, where they seemingly vanished. For a whole year there was no word of them and all believe the company to be dead. Eventually, however, they returned to Volantis almost twice their size and with a new banner. Where previously it had sported a red sun, their banner now was sewn from human skin, a red skull painted in blood upon it. No one knows for sure what happened to the company in the Disputed Lands, but all now dread their arrival on the battle field.
The Crimson Sons are ruthless and without mercy, and though they never go back on a contract they will often fight for both sides in a conflict. This usually ends with them as the lone, rich survivor.
Leader: The leader of the Crimson Sons is one of the original founders, a man known simply known as the Skinner. Originally said to be a handsome man, the Skinner's face and body is covered in countless scars, his hair shaved off to reveal the huge dent in his skull that he received from a warhammer man years ago. The Skinner wears rough leather armour, reputed to be made form human skin, and fights with an assortment of knives and cleavers, and he is known as vicious but brutally cunning.
Size: The Crimson Sons number around roughly 1,000 infantry.
Sigil: A crimson skull on human skin.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 19, 2014 11:20:17 GMT -5
Company Name: The Band of Honorable Men Description: An old renowned company, The Band was formed just a few years after the Doom by a group of mercenaries faring from every corner of Essos, intentioned to fight by the side of any who tried to avoid the birth threat of a new Valyrian Empire. In their first years The Honorable Men fought not for gold, but for an ideology, from Lorath to Lys they acted to keep the word Free in the term Free Cities. But time is an ungrateful prostitute, although the group grew immensurably, the founders eventually met their destinies, leaving The Band in the hands of brutish men, who cared for nothing but their own pockets; and as the years passed they decayed more and more into a band greedy honorless sellswords, with no valor and fewer morals. Leader: Captain Collio Dimittis, or The Soldier of Fortune as he likes to call himself, is a proud flamboyant old man, with green bushy mustache and hair, often drunk and fond of comedic remarks. But under those wrinkles and smiles lies, in truth, a ruthless, vindictive bastard whose orders men follow without second thought. Size: 500 mixed infantry Sigil: Azure, a crowned eagle displayed Or.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too