The Promise

Introduction Approximately 10 years pre-Exodus. The sandstorm was well into its third night and the Company was fighting desperately to keep the tsera from collapsing under the weight of the sands.  Several had already been lost.  A man, suffering numerous wounds and burns, arrived with two young, terrified children.  He used ancient and arcane Society pass-phrases to get past the pickets and be delivered to the command tent.  Debinani had just been named Ataman, and he, Anmoch, and ancient Ralben conferred with the man in private for many hours.  When dawn came (and, coincidentally, the end of the storm), the man had succumbed to his wounds and died and both children were presented to the Company as charges.  They were not, however,...

The Book of Debinani – Chapter 10 – Where we walk.

I am clean.  Scoured pure by wind and sand.  All that remains in the crucible is wind and fire. I was born to the armaya, the curse.  Born to the Rose & Swords and the desert of a woman who I am told was soft and weak and taken for her water shortly after I came squalling into this world.  They say I am son to the betrayer himself, that I have his eyes and his countenance, though none can know for certain.  I will not take his name as other sons of the curse do of their Company fathers and grandfathers.  An oath is a sacred thing, even when given to an evil whore of a witch. I was raised as all children of the curse, taught the ways of sand and water and the Annals and Code of the Company as we huddled in our tsera beneath the...

The Men By the River

 We had all heard the stories, of course.  But as the decades passed the stories became less history and more myth. Kishara was a high priestess of Set, whose beauty was rivaled only by her cold-hearted cruelty.  In addition to her priests, acolytes, and bodyguards, she maintained a company of irregulars, soldiers known by the symbol of the black rose they wore on their lapels, to enforce her will within her demesne.  It is said that as the years passed, Kishara grew more aggressive in her aspirations for power.  She became feared and reviled by the Setite hierarchy as she maneuvered for power beyond any a woman had ever held, leaving a trail of corpses in her wake.  It seemed to all that she was favored by Set, her soldiers were...

The last thing I remember….

It was my tenth year of command when the Company found itself in the employ of the King of Aquilonia, fighting the Nemedian War.  Lord-General Prospero had stationed the Company in a fort overlooking a small pass through the mountains near the head of the Khorotas River while he and the rest of the Aquilonian lords and their armies camped near Shamar.  Intelligence reported that General Zin had bid his engineers construct hundreds of barges – so common thought was that he was going to bypass the mountains altogether and move his armies into Aquilonia via the Red River.  Even if he decided to take the Road of Kings, a small force was stationed at the high point of the road in the mountains, right on the border – able to provide Prospero’s host...

It’s Time….

It’s Time…. The General lay in his bed, the breeze from the open window rustling the silk canopies. His breathing was labored, and skin shone with sweat. He had taken his search to the depths of hell and beyond and faced off against countless fell beings along the way. He’d consumed foul magical elixirs to give him the strength to tear asunder the Abyss and bring back that which he had lost. He failed. In the end, it was the dark magics and elixirs that finally pushed his mortal body past all limits, leaving him broken and chained to his bed as an invalid, his son and castellan carefully concealing his weakness to the others – but it didn’t matter any longer. “What do I leave behind?” he asked, his voice being the only part of him that still...

Interlude: Taking the Ring

Debinani Rahl whipped the speeder around violently, barely missing Paemos in the ion wash, and fired off into the mountains of Dathomir at a blinding pace. “I still don’t understand why I’m being forced to tolerate these fools,” he growled at his passenger who hadn’t been there a moment before. She stretched languorously, her silk shift clinging to her body, jet black hair flowing in a wind that almost, but not quite, matched that which was whipping past the open-air cabin of the speeder. She shifted in her seat so she could lay her small feet in his lap against his groin. “I would love to be here in person to oversee your training, dear heart,” she said quietly, yet he heard her clearly over the noise of the wind,” but my presence would attract...

The Book of Stephan – Chapter 1620

The Book of Stephan – Chapter 1620   Tonight marks my hundred and thirty-fifth year in command of The Rose and my hundred and thirty-fifth year of holding the dubious honor of being my Lady’s Lord Spirit.  Oh what strange, wonderful, and terrible changes we have wrought in that time.  When I first sat to pen my Annals for the Society’s legacy, it was on a dirty old piece of parchment with a bit of charcoal, using a wood and leather buckler for a solid place to write…and now…now I dictate to a tiny datapad and out of my window…. The last few months have been eventful to say the least, and as I’ve been too preoccupied to note much except for company logistics I’ll attempt to sum up as best as I’m able. After we trained in the new...

The Book of Stephan – Chapter 1

The Book of Stephan – Chapter 1   Greetings; my name is Stephan, and it would appear that I’ve become the de-facto Captain of the Society.  A lot of things have changed – so much so that I doubt that anything about the Company will ever be the same again.  I will endeavor to the best of my abilities to pass on all the information I have as best and as clearly as I can – since this entry will likely be the beginning of history for following generations of Brothers.             This morning I was just Master Sergeant Stephan, and I betrayed my Captain.  We all knew that the reason we managed to stay alive against Arogho’s onslaught was Lieutenant Silvan – not the Captain – and...

The Book of Rahl – Chapter 35

The Book of Rahl – Chapter 35   “YOU WHAT!?!?!?”             I winced slightly at Lord Hethrir’s outburst – so loud was it that I was sure that I heard echoes if it bouncing about the halls of the Emperor’s Retreat – a suspicion that was confirmed when a stormtrooper peeked around the corner to make sure I wasn’t throttling one of Palpatine’s chief lieutenants.             “I said,” repeating myself as softly and calmly as I could, “that we’ve abandoned our position on Talus.”             I could see the older man across the desk from me vibrating with rage under his...

The Book of Rahl – Chapter 24 Pt 2

We were all in shock of course, though none more than me. Most of the survivors hadn’t been with the Company long before our engagement on Arkazi. I, on the other hand, was about to celebrate my twentieth year in the ranks, and nearly my tenth as Annalist. I couldn’t remember a home before Khevoran’s Pride, brothers and sisters before those feeding the grasses on that miserable planet, or parents before the Captain and Lieutenant – the latter of whom we had just interred in space after our three-day flight coreward down the Corellian Trade Spine. We had come out of hyperspace in Yag’Dhul to get our bearings, examine some employment prospects for the few battered brothers remaining, and conduct some repairs on our equally-battered assault shuttle –...