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|~The Valden Company~|

 

“Nothing comes free. Everything has a price tag, whether you realize it or not. And it’s time to pay up.” -Brigham Hadwin


History and Overview

 

The Valden Company’s origins are rooted in the earliest days of the exploration and settling of the continent of Anthos. Founded by three northerners, the plans for a highly skilled and extensively trained mercenary company took their earliest roots. The Valden Company began to rise through a series of political maneuvers and economic exchanges. Perhaps their most noticeable tactics were those of a... darker nature. It was a combination of their doggedness in mercilessly tracking down and then beating their competitors, their cold determination, and ruthless deception that allowed the Valden Company to truly get itself off the ground. Currently under the watchful eye and protective wing of Lord Carrion, the company primarily specializes in archery, and their ranks are mostly made up of powerful longbowmen. However, the Valden Company is opportunistic; it also employs a contingent of men-at-arms.


The Valden Company does not wish to rid the land of bandits, villains, or orcs, nor does it want to fight, pillage, or generally attempt to bring about the downfall of all order. But to call them neutral would be false as well; their alignment is to money.


They will fight for coin, that much is certain. Not for the Empire nor for any house in Oren... unless, that is, either are willing to discuss a price. The Company works on a contract system; once the job is done, each soldier who participated gets paid. The amount of money they earn is proportionate to the size of the reward.


The Valden Company is reliable, as it has upheld every contract it has been given. Though more willing to work under the employ of Orenian houses, they are certainly not averse to fighting for other nations... if they bring enough coin to the table.


Enterprises

 

“A company of Brigands, Whoresons, and Heartless Dogs. What more could you want?” -Ulric Ragnarson

 

 

The Valden Company is, primarily, a mercenary force. They will fulfill just about any duty that needs able-bodied men. Fighting, escorting nobles, guarding events, protecting lands, and more.


However, there are plenty of other services that the Valden Company offers. For the sake of anonymity, it is suggested that you send a message beforehand if you wish to request our more... ‘unofficial’ contracts.


The prices for the Valden’s services are subject to change. However, we can guarantee the utmost efficiency for fair prices, ESPECIALLY when it comes to our ‘secretive’ dealings.


Prominent Figures

 

Brigham Hadwin


Ulric Ragnarson


Tance Nikkelsen


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((I believe in recruitment IC; I think it is much more realistic, and rather rewarding as well. However, I realize that I cannot always be on. I would ask anyone who wishes to join that they message me, after which I will interrogate question them and see if we have availability.))

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Dvari takes a gulp of ale before continuing the story of the battle of the bridges.Halfway through the story someone interupts him and asks him what he thought about the new mercenary company.He shrugs before answering "Nothin' like the Black Gang I'm sure. Now tha' was t'e best mercenary group I've served in. Bloody business, fightin'. Dvari burps as he turns around, addressing the people who still care enough to listen "Now, I 'ad been wit t'e Black Gang fer 'bout five years when we receive'd word tha'....

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Ulric trudges through the forest, the mud squelching at his boots as he knocks an arrow into place. The elves were certainly sneaky bastards, they had already lost three of their eight man patrol through the Malinor forest. Ulric brings the group to a halt, motioning for everyone to get down. He had spotted a slight rustle in a massive oaken tree to his right. Ulric slowly brings up two fingers to his mouth. A signal for the accompanying bowmen to aim, and to shoot, where he shot. As Valden bowmen Damen Teffer and Boron both silently notch their arrows and give tension to the string. The movement in the tree becomes more apparent, more obvious now to the Valden patrol on the ground floor. Ulric pulls back on the string, the goosefeathers brushing lightly at his cheek as he takes aim, then looses at the rustle in the tree, the two other arrows soon following suit. The patrol heard a distant thud, and a two objects fell from the tree. One, a missed arrow. Dented by the tree on impact. The second, was a small squirrel with two arrows sticking out of its limp, dead, body. Ulric's accompanying men all bust out in laughter whilst Ulric tightens his grip on the longbow,

 

"Shite."

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*Clang!

*Dong!

*Fizzle

 

Logan Jarlsson, son of Jarl, wipes the sweat of his forehead. As the warm metal blade cools of within the bucket of river water, Logan sits down, and grabs the nearest piece of cloth, this being his leather sleeve, and begins drying his face with it. "Some day, i'll find out where all this sweat comes fromhe thinks, as he returns the now cooled of blade to his portable anvil. As he once again heats up the metal, molding and forming it with each mighty blow from his hammer, he thinks of the little piece of ingenuity that is his portable smithy. Oh how he has fought for this piece of wonder, and oh how it has not proven to be worth it. Where as many blacksmiths needs a reliable place to work, with enough place for both a forge, shop and possible bedroom, Logan merely pulls out his equipment, and within a small hour he can began crafting. As he strikes down towards the iron blade with a large *BANG*, small flickers of coal shoot towards his face, reminding Logan of the days of combat. He remembers bashing in the head of a greedy  customer, who wanted to see his anvil a little to much, or breaking the fingers of his one and only apprentice for ruining a perfectly good batch of iron arrows, because the lad needed to improve them himself. A small smile travels across the northeners face, as recalls these days. A loud yell pierces the open camp,which  takes Logan out of his work trance.

 

"Allright lads! Grab ye bows, and grab ye swords! We've got a job to do! Move it!"

 

As Logan Jarlsson, son of Jarl, hands over the newly made sword to a Company brother, he draws his own, and heads out in the pursuit of Minas.

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A torrential downpour soaked the land. The rich, hearty soil was churned into thick, dark mud. Rain pattered loudly against thick fabrics, water trickled down roughly cut tent poles. The large fire that usually blazed in the center of the Valden Company's camp had died down almost as soon as the storm had begun, and now only small tendrils of steam snaked up from the charred logs. Yet the waterlogged camp was bustling with activity. And this could only mean one thing.

 

Someone was looking for a fight.

 

A bald man stepped out of the command tent silently. His pale complexion, along with his black and grey attire, contrasted with the soldiers around him, whose polished chainmail glinted in the dim light that was afforded by the looming clouds above. The warriors who saw him nodded; though it was hard to tell whether they did so out of respect or fear. The man walked through the camp, his piercing eyes scouring the landscape around him. He stopped walking and stood still, his finty pupils fixated on a bearded man that was headed towards him.  The armor-clad human carried a massive longbow, and his thick hair was drenched by the downpour. The bald man was soon confronted by this sturdy northerner, who clapped him on the shoulder and spoke, his voice gruff as his hard face.

 

"Brigham. The Kneeler King looks for war."

 

"About damn time." The bald man replied.

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This current Guild has been deemed inactive and has hereby been moved.

If you wish to appeal this decision you must present evidence to myself proving the guild is still active.

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