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THE FIRST EDICT OF THE PHOENIX The Sons of the Phoenix flock to the land, forming the Phoenix Band; let it be known that the self-proclaimed, Haeseni “Sons of Liberty” shall receive no mercy and shall be offered no pleasantries from the men of Our Company. Let the Phoenix be the first to declare that in no world shall we ever recognise the “King” of Hanseti-Ruska. We publicly denounce Andrik and shall never recognise him as the rightful claimant to either of those titles. I beseech the men of the realm to call into question the legitimacy of Andrik and permit one of the rulers of a human-bound nation to call a council in order to have the realm speak together, once again, on such this pertinent issue. Furthermore, we do hereby declare that our company WILL FIGHT GRATUITOUSLY for anyone who dares take up arms against the false King of Haense until they forsake their unrightfully claimed titles. We will take the utmost pleasure in slaughtering the woeful citizens of their demesne. THE PHOENIX BOWS TO NONE OWYN ALEXANDER RENAI

The Phoenix Band __ Looking to hire us? As a preface, all payments must be done up front before any action is carried out - these are base prices and once the contract ends then another side may hire us. During a war contract, it is not a first come first serve, but rather to the highest bidder. We will not switch sides during a contract. Contracts can be paid for in mina value, item value or a mixture of both. To contact us, contact Owyn! (TrendE#6928) Wars | 5000 Mina base price We do not sell ourselves out for the entirety of a war, we take “war contracts” in one year periods ((1 IRL Week)), during this period we will rally for skirmishes, defend from raids and attend warclaims. Raids | 2000 Mina base price If you wish to bolster your raiding forces with our own then we sell our mercenaries out for this, if you wish for us to conduct the raid ourselves with our own forces then you must pay an additional, to be discussed, fee dependant on the difficulty of such a raid. This accounts for skirmishes too. Security | 1000 Mina base price If you wish to have your event, village, town or city protected by our company for one day (1 hour). The length of the contract will be protecting against raids, attacks or even policing your city as a temporary garrison (guard duties will require keys to military buildings and gatehouses). We also accept other alternative contracts – simply contact Owyn to open up the discussion about such. As an alternate method of payment, we accept items instead of mina - using the values and items listed below: __ Hierarchy Captain | Owyn Alexander Renai The Captain is the leader of all of the mercenaries of the company, hailing as one of the most prestigious combatants of the company. Having no bias to any nation and remaining as a neutral figure in picking and choosing contracts, all members of the company answer to the captain as the main authority figure. Leftenant | Tamir | Alexei | Isaac Two Leftenant shall always be present in the company, as advisors to the Captain himself. They also act as skilled combatants that can lead the company in contracts or general times of absence of the Captain. They have the ability to challenge the Captains words, but not to undermine him. Sergeant-at-Arms | Recruit Rank The recruit rank of the company, and the core of it. All new recruits, no matter what, are placed in to this. There is no need for a trial rank in the company as all recruits are thoroughly vetted as skilled fighters before being allowed entry. __ Looking to join us? To join us you must seek out the mercenary Captain (TrendE#6928). We do not accept all of our applicants – only the most elite and skilled combatants may have the ability to join. __

“You started it, they’re ending it.” an old man would shrug as he passed by.

Infamous sellsword Caden would rejoice as he washed in his bath full of Minas that he had earnt over the past few days whilst working for the Happy Frog Trading Company™.

Darius Ault was, as far as he is aware, not honourably discharged after his letter to the Emperor & Empress, as he has received no response concerning such.

Ser Darius Ault would read the missive and frown deeply over his work being called ‘a failure’ after it successfully reformed the shoddy previous system of Knighthood – which this is putting into play once more, progress only put on hold by the rebellion. Tutting, he’d also ponder why he was listed as a Dragon Knight. Disappointed, he decided he’d pay Ser Rodrik a visit sometime – and perhaps swing by the Palace whilst he’s at it.

The Dragon’s Slumber [!] A painting of the Ault keep, Whiterock - c.1719 A nightmare gripped Darius - mingling within a large crowd, the man peered to the front of such. Bound to a pyre, a vile, twisted, brown haired male would be claimed by flames as they danced around him - setting him alight. The man’s face was recognisable to Darius; a throwback to a past that had only been spoken of in whispers. Woken from his nightmare by his wife, Artumee, the aged Knight would remove himself from the bed and walked down the stairs to his dining hall. Sitting down, he would be handed a missive - declaring that the Empress had signed a treaty with Ves. Pondering if the man was still asleep, he would pinch himself - though to his dismay the reality started to sink in. Darius’ final war was coming to an end, a harsh reality for the man to accept. Thoughts of such would run through Darius’ mind as he reread the missive multiple times; shaking his head slightly to such in disgust. Wishing that he was younger, so that he could continue killing the rats of Ves regardless of the treaty - he knew that his days were numbered. With the parchment in-hand, he would pace back up the stairs and sit at his desk - penning out a response to what the Grand Knight saw as a betrayal to his fallen men, a sour taste in his mouth. Concluding his letter to both the Emperor and Empress, he would stamp the letter with a wax seal, and pass it to his raven as to be delivered to the Imperial Palace. Dipping his quill back into the ink, he continued to pen out several other letters to his friends and comrades; which would be sent in complete privacy at a later date. Throughout this entire process, he swore to himself repeatedly that he would not allow for these acts to occur again to another member of his family - undoubtedly instilling these values into his children’s lives, and the House of Ault’s, as they continue to grow around him. [!] Word of this letter being sent would undoubtedly become common knowledge to those within Helena - though the specific contents of such would not. The citizens of the Capital would simply know that the Grand Knight had willingly retired from his position, presumably due to old age. The old man had fought his final war to the very end - though was ultimately disappointed that those he had sworn to protect had betrayed the interests of those that honourably protect them without question of duty. Finishing his letters, he’d pull out a bottle of red wine from the drawer of his desk - taking a deep sip from such as he pondered how best to spend his final years atop of Whiterock, though figured that he’d start by catching up on a good few years worth of lost sleep. (( I plan on shelving Darius soon for another char, as he hasn’t died during what was going to be his final war to anyone other than Seannie who I caught cheating. If you would like to speak to him IRP up at Whiterock then PM me & I’ll jump back on him for it.

Ser Darius Ault pays his respects to the fallen Knight, muttering a prayer for the man in private.

Ser Darius Ault frowned deeply at the news; sinking into his chair, placing the missive upon his oak desk. Overlooking the Capital from his keep atop of Whiterock memories of serving with his fellow Dragon Knight, as well as fighting the man for a period through his mercenary days as a man long-lost to time, would occupy his mind; pondering how many more years he has left of this world himself. Taking a lengthy sip of his red wine, the aged Knight would recite a silent prayer for his fallen comrade. A harsh reminder for the Grand Knight that not even Dragons are immortal.

(( Because people like complaining – especially when it’s me. Thanks though!

ALFRED MYRE, THE TWICE SLAIN. The wind whipped across the Knight’s countenance as him and his small retinue of elite Dragon Knights marauded on the roads outside the outskirts of Ves, the so called “Golden City”. The day had not been for nought as they chalked up a large list of fallen Adrian soldiers and officers alike. “Let’s head home!” cheered one of the Knights jovially after thrusting his sword in to a nearby soldier, a mutual agreement was held across the rest of the Knight’s - but not Darius. “Oi, youse lot can go on wit’out me!” harked back Darius, for he had other ambitions in mind. Spurring on his horse he ventured deeper in to the principality’s heartlands. Arriving upon his destination he departed from his horse and stared up at the meagre walls of the settlement, hoisting himself up he was swiftly inside. For entering the city discretely was an almost habitual trend for the Knight, looking for any opportunity to slay those who have wronged him in the past from when he resided within the Adrian-led town of Belvitz. Usually no real opportunity came about, other than killing a handful of unsuspecting guardsmen, but this time was different as across the courtyard he spotted a lone man strolling the battlements; it was the Prince of Ves - Alfred Myre. Alfred Myre had already succumbed once to the Knight’s blade during the burning of Ves, and now another opportunity presented itself. Within a short time-frame Darius was among the battlements too and hurled himself towards the Prince as the distance closed - tackling him to the ground with a thud. The Prince squirmed and yelped out, “A DUEL, A DUEL!” hoping that the Knight had honour left within him. No more words of exchange need be had, for the Knight released his grip on the Prince and rose from the ground with a smooth motion to unsheathe his blade. An expert of his trade, feeling absolute in his assured victory against the weak Prince. Steel clashed for an initial blow overhead, the Prince already on the defensive. The old Knight had his helmet drawn down but beneath it was an everlasting smirk as he kept a flurry of blows aimed at the Prince who was just barely parrying or blocking each one, all the while retreating in his footing to the battlements edge. Alfred eventually found himself backed up against the edge of the battlement and in a second of fright to regain his footing, his blade was dislodged from his hand via a strike to the shoulder from the Dragon Knight’s prosthetic blade, and a metal boot collided with the side of his knee forcing him to the ground. An exchange of words was had before the Knight thrusted his blade in to the neck of the Prince, violently twisting it to put an end to his life. The Knight, no matter his age, once more shown that perhaps he cannot be bested. Another life has been claimed via his blade. With that, he journeyed back to his abode encompassed in the Imperial Heartlands. “Ave Godfrey.”

“You did not LOSE anyone – they remained loyal to their Emperor, whilst you stayed loyal to a traitor who broke treaties!” Risky Ralph laughed as he spilled out from the wardrobe that he was hiding in – sprinting out of the house as he screamed. How strange.

“If you guys want a fight then rally right now and we’ll fight! We tried to earlier, but you all hid in Reza. You’ve also been actively avoiding the roads!.” Risky Ralph, commander of men, would scream!

Ser Darius Ault applauds the blackmarked Knight who stayed dead; big respect!

“Roses are red, Joseph is a bender, can’t be arsed with poems, let’s kill the pretender” Ser Darius Ault would cry out

”Again?! He must have weak legs, for ‘e spends more time layin’ down than standin’!” Ser Darius Ault would laugh in hysterics after hearing of this news!

“Three is a third of your rally?! Your rally is 9?!” a random Elf would scream in amusement!