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BROTHERHOOD OF THE BOAR

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Great threats require great men. On occasion, greater threats require groups of significant, motivated men to mitigate them effectively. In a Realm under threat, it is critical that an element with capable assets and defined methods and objectives manifest.

    This group of men will operate in denied areas, in hostile conditions, to hunt the enemy behind his lines, kill his ringleaders, burn his home, and degrade his center of gravity to expedite his fall.     

    In a crisis, good men don't rise to their expectations, but fall to the level of their training. In a well-planned surgical war with a righteous cause, they will do both.

Find us on the front lines, whence sand torments and camels prance. If you reach us in one piece, you’re able bodied and quick-witted enough for us.

We don’t take kindly to the inane, obscure and the unholy.

 

[!] The Missive ends in the display of two sigils: That of an Ouroboros, and that of a Boar.

 

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[This faction operates under a strict PK clause.]

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"I luv da hexahs." An Orc says aftrer reading the missive

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A particular silver-toned automaton has a great affinity for boars and their symbolism and appreciates other iniquity slayers who also love boars.

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A derelict Elf gasps upon fixing his sight on the ghastly insignia that dots the stray advert, momentarily stunned by the callous omen staring him. The Elf promptly dry-heaves at the realization of the Ourobros embossing. He shudders at the recollection and woes of the Leuvaren forests of Savoy that begin to pollute his dated mind. It would appear there are still folk that would addled by the supposed influence from that sigil of yore...

 

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