Before the formation of the Achelandage and its associated merchant and craft guilds there was only the Civic Guild.
Originally an honor guard created by the Princess Reisha, they played a pivotal role in maintining Kingdom Humana over the course of the wars and reconstruction.
The Knights serve a variety of roles within the land-locked Kingdom of Tresserhorn, few of them known.
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
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
Via Humanitae - For Humans to live and thrive, non humans must be removed.
This organization began with a simple idea to protect the common people from the danger of magic run amok. Far too many disasters and atrocities were being commited by irresponcibe, evil, or mad wizards with no one to answer to but their own degraded consciences. But like so many things, it started off good and has shifted to the dark side.
Life is nothing more than a turn of the gaming wheel. Since “Fortune Serves the Bold,” the world should serve the members of this organization.
The Greens are a group of balance between the Colors, the factions of Blue and Yellow.
There are always factions at Court. These “teams” are color coded for your convience. However, it is not always good to wear your affiliations on your sleeve.
Cold Comfort is a long-sword of star-steel, its blade giving off a wan, blueish light. Its grip is wrapped tightly in snow-serpent hide, and its pommel bears a single opalescent gemstone.
This blade is enchanted in such a way, that whoever wields it, begins to fall completely and irrevocably "in love" with the weapon. This love does not manifest itself as the expected reverence and bond formed between any warrior and his weapon, but as a deeper, truer love, one has for a soul-mate of the same species! The longer the wielder carries Cold Comfort the stronger and more disturbing this love becomes, and only the most powerful of magicks can potentially break the sword's insidious spell. The blade's owner will even speak to and coo to the weapon, convinced that the sword understands and returns this epic love.
If the blade's wielder somehow loses the weapon or has it taken away, they will become inconsolable, and will predictably go to "ends of the earth and back" to retrieve it at any cost. Such is the weapon's curse that even separation from it does not damper the feelings the owner has for the sword. Legends tell of several distraught and mind-addled knights who even years after losing the blade, still wander the country-side searching for their lost love. And woe be to the "new lover" if and when they find him or her.