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Map of the Realm |
These unique leather maps were not easy to come by, but when they could not be purchased, they could be taken by force.
| S |
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Dried Horsemeat |
Long campaigns often required restocking, and the steeds of fallen enemies were as good as any farm-fresh ration.
| A |
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Call To Arms |
Posted across many towns, lords desperate to protect their riches posted for able-bodied mercenaries. None survived.
| A |
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Treated Blade |
Durkos Malecek, The Assassin, stuck to the shadows, and was an efficient slaughterer.
| A |
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Iridescent Company Banner |
Where this banner was raised, those who called themselves 'civilised' ran and hid, because for all their codes and laws, they had nothing resembling actual strength.
"They huddle in their villages like parasites! They have lost the drive for power." - Tarhos Kovács | B |
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Gritty Lump |
A rock-hard, dense loaf filled their stomachs on most days, giving them the energy to commit truly heinous acts.
| B |
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Battle Axe Head |
Sander Rault was a tower of a man, terrifying in form and demeanour.
| B |
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Lightweight Greaves |
Sometimes he wore lighter armour, letting him move faster; he knew nothing could stop him anyway.
| B |
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Healing Poultice |
Their reputation was so large, so horrible, that the mere knowledge that they were coming was enough to bring people to their knees.
| B |
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Grim Iron Mask |
No method of torture was too base for Guardia Compagnia. Pain and humiliation went hand-in-hand.
| B |
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Pillaged Mead |
Drinks taken from their victims tasted sweet, but such frivolities were often short-lived.
| B |
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Blacksmith's Hammer |
In their hands, everything was a weapon.
| B |
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Tattered Tabard |
Cloaked in heavy fabrics, neither human nor nature could stop them once they had their target.
| B |
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Flint and Steel |
Attacks at night were not uncommon. Fear was often their greatest ally.
| B |
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Knight's Contract |
The original document contracting Tarhos to Vittorio's employ. The laws of man could not stand up, though, to natural law.
"I fear he has left me here to die." - Vittorio Toscano | C |
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Cold Steel Manacles |
Alejandro Santiago, The Jailer, apprenticed as an armourer, and showed no remorse.
| C |
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Broken Hilt |
A fresh weapon is clean, even surgical; an attack with a broken one is malicious and desperate.
| C |
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Chain Mail Fragment |
Downtime was spent repairing their armour, to avoid being on the receiving end of a fatal blow.
| C |
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Ironworker's Tongs |
Vital for repairs between battles and a horrifying, gauging, tearing improvisational weapon.
| D |
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Town Watch's Torch |
Upon breaching a village, the first thing they would extinguish was the torches, and with them, hope.
| D |
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