The Crimson Skulls Company is a mercenary company of some repute. That repute is not always the most positive. Their Motto is “We are Dead; we have no fear of you.”
The Premire Legal Office in the City, the 10 partners and horde of associates, form the most formitable legal operation in the city, if not the country. It is known for its ruthless prosecution and single minded hard hitting negociation. Their defense attornies are the bane of the local DA’s office.
“We are in the business of letting the Heroes do their calling. We will do everything within the letter of the law to make that happen.” Paul Hunter CEO Guardian Inc
Some people are in “The Business of The Future”. Mostly they are exploring the future and “trying to make their vision of the future” happen. Mostly they are just a business venture, but sometimes business moves beyond mere business.
The Followers of The Book and The Word believe in the strict adherence to the Law and The Word.
The Church of the Message was built upon the ruins of the various churches that fell once their clerical powers were lost.
The True Deity’s worship is kept quiet and out of the public eye. Public Religions persecute Mothon worshipers and their strange powers.
The Vicean Church is one that expresses the mysteries of existence and explains the process of life and death and life beyond. While other churches have "aims" and "goals", the Vicean church focuses on the soul and faith of its members (and all peoples) and the health of the community and its church. After a few religious conflicts or magical pogroms, the Vicean Church becomes very popular with people and governments, as they avoid such things.
The Priests of The One are shaman scholars, showing the way of The Spirit, The One to the people. They do not like being called a church, as history has shown that all churches eventually become organizations and dominant ones.
We have your gods, but only the merest mention of worship, priests, and temples. This thread is the correction for that oversight
In a land where dueling is common, the Azure Sword ply their trade. While dueling removes most of the need for assasination, there are still those who can not overcome their enemies by sword.
The part of the body for the soul of the world has been corruped. Woe be to all.
-Wyyrrenek, GreenMan Father 1620
To fight the Evil, you must learn of The Evil, master its skills, know its techniques, and be able to use its tools. Only then can you train others to fight The Evil.
—Ilvantus of the Black Robes to the general floor at the Creedos Convocation 1137 DO
Everyone has strings. You just need to know how to pull them. *cue evil laugh* With this “string” of agents, who will respond perfectly to my careful manipulation, the safety of the Kingdom is ensured.
The Order of the Dry Bones is an order dedicated to the Destruction of Great Evils. They are the hands of a secret cabal dedicated to destroying Great Evils.
The Twilight Tunnels, the Imperial Gate system, was the backbones of the Imperium. The ability to travel almost anywhere via the Twilight Tunnels, allowing for near unlimited trade for little money, quick communication (any message anywhere nearly instantly (or within 3 days for the hinterlands), and easy personal travel. The Order was charged with the creation, maintance, and defense of The Gate System.
History provides us with more interesting groups than we could ever hope to create.
Sitting in a gloom lit by a single candle, the masked and robed figures shuffle into the room. Some are tall. Some are short. Some are round. Some are thin. They are all different, yet they are the same… those that organize and run the city from behind the scenes.
What do three guild masters, one noble, a seneschal, a “wine barrel merchant”, and a massively wealthy merchant have in common? Nothing, except maybe they an appreciation for wine.
Secret societies have long existed for a number of social and political reasons. The Red Flower Society dates back to the time around the burning of the Great Temples of the South when the Churians invades the Great Civilized Land from the North. The organization teaches the finest martial arts and skills of subterfuge to its members
The Wizard-Brewers of the Old Empire stored memories in bottles of mead, passing their brightest ideas, most subtle magics, and most important decisions on to their heirs in bottles of oddly-flavored honey-wine. A cache of these ancient magical vintages has been unearthed, but does anyone dare drink from it? The ancient mead's creator is a complete mystery, as are the thoughts he left behind.