An Ancient Contract Renewed

[Hedonism 254]

 

AN ANCIENT CONTRACT RENEWED

 

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The pair of hardy warriors had presented themselves at the gates of Helena, the signs of a long and arduous trek ingrained deep within their worn features. Leading a pair of horses in between them they were escorted through the city - wild, ragged features a foreign sight to the city-folk. One shouldered an enormous axe which looked more apt for hewing logs than men whilst the other eyed the surroundings warily. Finally reaching the palace and ushered in by handmaidens and butlers, they tied up the beasts by the nearby pond to allow them a drink.

 

An hour had passed, along with the heat of the sun, and the voyeurs had long since moved on to other tasks, replaced with new passer-bys. The pair emerged, shielding their eyes, accompanied by a handful more of soldiers, with one clasping a coin purse and a small decree within his right hand. Bidding farewell to the Prince who had dealt with them, they took to the road.

 

 

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Notes are disseminated across the divided lands of Men.

 

“Following the return of the House Vallberg and the resumption of their ancient oaths, we call upon all have-been members of the Black Reiter Company to make themselves known. The Company has reformed for a final contract, undertaken in Renatian employ, to aid them in this war as we once aided Aurelius in his campaign. Likewise, as we were once a home for Savoyards amongst the port-town of Calais we open our doors again to this aligned folk. We swear to aid them in their fight against the bastards of Baldwin.

 

We shall, as always, provide succour for all mercenaries and sell-swords who desire an honest living. This Hydra shall earn its coin once more, and the hooves of the Reiters shall thunder across the Leuven plains.”

[TankM1A2 840]

 

Spoiler

 

 

Berenfroy de Fontevrault, grasped at his Solar necklace hanging freely above his chestplate, muttering a quiet prayer to the Great Sun as he donned his steel.

 

“One last ride.”

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

“Ew!” Hannibal threw up. Why must he fight alongside such knaves?

[Callistus 988]

Barian aff Morr, a bastard-born son of Cato, led his laden steed by the bridle, trailing down a stark path to the abandoned stronghold of Calais.

“And so it begins.”

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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