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Sir Anastasios Basrid smiles the sun's smile, another victory for Oren.

Anastasios Basrid scratches his head "Ah yes, a united defense of our own territory." Al-Hakam Reis smiles, thinking of the coin to be made fighting for such a coalition.

Deep within Barrelbottom, a band by the name of The Redbirds just broke up. Guitarist Jack Daniels knew he needed a new band, and a new name.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7Vwzw2WTzk THE KHARASI CORSAIRS (https://www.artstation.com/artwork/gQAQZ) Waves of heat told the story of the harsh sunlight that bore down upon the rolling dunes of the Kharasi Desert. A sea of gold, unwelcoming and called home by a sparse few, nomads, would-be prophets, and those of the Fahkr Oasis. This environment so far south captivated little attention from most, despite its storied history detailed by the many ruins, statues, and fossils. The thought of the untold riches that lay below the sand brought with them two men, Mohammed Hassan and Al-Hakam. Ambitious and honorable they set out upon camelback to witness these wonders themselves, and wonders they did see in their travels. It was upon their return that The Kharasi Corsairs were founded, in the pursuit of both gold and glory. An invitation sent out to any man who would join them and claim his share. CONTRACTS While the Kharasi Corsair’s primary objective was focused within the deserts they called home, they realized the worth in selling their swords to foreign crowns. It was this realization that brought with it their reputation of mercenaries, or sellswords, though still they remain bound by honor. Wars* While the Kharasi do not opt to sell their services for an entirety of any given war, they offer war contracts in periods of one year (1 week), during this period the men will rally for any skirmish, defense, or offensive warclaim. Raids* The Kharasi would offer to bolster the forces of any, though to conduct a raid entirely themselves they expect a higher price. Security* The Kharasi offer security contracts over the period of one day (1 hour), during this time they would protect against any raid, or otherwise. Alternative Contracts* The contents of an alternative contract are up for discussion. *All contract payments are decided upon negotiation. Hierarchy Reis The Reis are the leaders of the Corsairs, having no affiliation or bias to any nation, settlement, or otherwise. The Reis are expected to make neutral decisions out of the best interest of the company, and all members of the company answer to them as the main authority figures. Corsairs The bulk of the company, all Corsairs are viewed as equal, though they serve to hold many different occupations within the company. Recruitment MC Name: Your MC name. RP Name: Your IC name. Discord: Your discord, needed to be invited to our server. Skills/Reason for Joining: A reason for wanting to join the group, and any skills you can bring to the table.

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Within the very dregs of the city a mustached man slid a mug over the countertop to a rather gruff looking man, two swords adorning his back. “Rumors? Yeah I heard a few.”

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Guiseppe de Bar wonders about the name Michael, nonetheless he called "God save the Pontiff!"

Deep within the deserts of the realm, an ancient spiritual presence stirred.

Schmebulock Irongrinder rubbed his belly as he went to find his old friend Utak.

A Bygone Scholar stood atop a snow-capped peak, his gaze upon that frozen city. "May their blood wash away sin, may their repentance fuel the Black Sun."

Username: KBRThe Jar you want: Alchemy Jar!Character's Name: Guiseppe Char's Race: HumanFront & Back images of the skin: Pictures in DM

Guiseppe de Bar went about his daily business none the wiser that his long, long lost cousin had perished in such a way.

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Arthonath's eyes opened under that pillar of Asioth, his meditation interrupted by a feeling of great loss. His sister was gone. He stood then, marching down those steps and off into the wilderness to find Antonius and Serinath, the air smoldering around him all the while. ((OOC: Hey bro, it isn't April fools, this joke isn't funny bro.

In Flaming Revelry Journey They had lost their way, that was clear to Sir Octavian. Once such lands would’ve been littered with villages and barons eager to make their mark upon the world; now, only the occasional roadman was waiting to prey upon the half-famished farmers on their way to pay tax to the petty prince and his assembly of bureaucrats, too heavy to even make it beyond the walls of Providence. The Imperial State Army would not be here to save these men, for they were not an army but a guard force of noblemen sent there by their fathers in the name of political advancement. Reflection This was not the Empire that Sir Octavian remembered, nor the Empire that he had helped build. He frowned some then as he dismounted from his jet-black steed, plated boots clunking into the rough gravel roads of New-Esbec. He walked the streets, once full of hope and joy. Now, the town was abandoned abandoned for all but a few of the most heinous souls, set only for a parade of ghosts. The tavern's sign hung halfway off, creaking eerily in the wind. He entered, sat at the dust-covered bar, wrote a letter to a sister far away, and sent it off. Then, he waited. The Arrival - Days Later The air in New Esbec seemed abnormally warm that morning. Even for the summer, the mountain air normally seemed crisp and uncomfortably biting at the cold-blooded Dragonkin’s skin. Arthonath made his way to the gates then, a smile forming on his face as he saw the faces of his brothers and sisters climbing the mountain path before him. "Helinathe." he smiled toothily, greeting her with a brotherly hug, extending the same to Antonius then, before greeting the Heralds with a nod of his head. "Let this be a message then, to those within the Empire and those beyond, that our Father’s reach extends further than they might ever know." His sister responded, “Not only a message to the Empire, but a celebration for the arrival of Antonius who has come back to us, brother.” She clutched his arm then, determined perhaps that her newly-returned sibling not leave once more. Flames The Banner of Azdromoth was raised within New Esbec that afternoon. His worshipers made their way throughout the city, burning it to the ground, some in glee, others in solemn reluctance. Sir Octavian passed a torch onwards to the former architect of the city, "Finish now what you started." And with that, a final torch was thrown, setting the ever towering manor aflame. And thus, as the sun fell beyond the reaches of the mountains, the city stood out as a beacon for all within those accursed mountains to witness. Reverence And thus, even as the sun’s warm gaze fell beyond the reaches of the mountains, the flaming city stood out as a beacon, a flaming pillar of The Arch-Drakaar’s own image towering into the skies above for all to witness, a bonfire in celebration of sibling’s reunion made merrier by the herald’s pledge.

A young De Bar smirks slightly admist his studies, knowing that his trusted tutor Darius Basrid had done well for his family that day.

A certain Azdrazi knight of some renown, formerly a holy knight of the church stroked his chin in thought before finally shrugging, yawning and rolling over to the other side of his pile of gold.