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| Wbtrex | Nov 3 2013, 11:39 PM Post #1 |
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"Life is nothing but sorrow, we ride for Dread. We will ride for anyone who's gold we may borrow, in other's stead." One of the many death chants of the Riders. Their origin can be traced as far back as the beginning of the Darion Imperium. The Dread Riders are seen with pity and empathy to all, even their enemies. Many mercenary companies can be spoken of, who prance about the streets, spending money on women and wine, treating battle, which many rarely see to it's fullest, as if it was a profession as simple as farming, or mining. But, alas, what of the common footman? He who fights en masse for his lord and land, but rarely for receive anything more than food, little money, and a sermon before battle. The Dread Riders are the true face of battle, despair, depression, sadness, they embrace these emotions, as many of them live lives as such, fathers who's families have betrayed them whilst off on campaign, young lovers who have found their betrothed off with another, these are the sort that comprise the Dread Riders, those who see no other life than death on the battlefield, and that is why they are so dangerous. The Dread Riders an an elite cavalry unit, primarily lancers, with sword-armed Infantry as a side. Comprising roughly two thousand men and (rarely) women at any given time, although, after a campaign, this can be withered down to little more than two hundred. Regardless of mortality rates, the Dread Riders will always find able recruits, so long as there is war. They often recruit from defeated armies and conquered lands, where many a lost soul roam. The Dread Riders are made up almost entirely of veteran warriors who've seen many campaigns, in addition to the training they receive upon joining, this makes them formidable opponents to all but the most elite cadre of warriors. With tactics comprising a kamikaze style of attack, with the motive of killing and being killed, the Dread Riders are a cold, calculating, ruthless machine, that will throw wave after wave of soldiers into a spear wall until it eventually breaks. They are human, and they boast no special abilities, shoot one with an arrow and he will react, impale him and he will bleed, but the thing that makes them so disheartening, so horrific, is the fact they do not stop fighting until death, even when they have been impaled upon a pike or shot through the throat with an arrow, they wish to die, and to kill as many as they can in the process of their deaths, however, suicide is seen as cowardly. Within the unit, they take the term 'Dread' very seriously, outright banning bright colors (or any other color than black or crimson red, for that matter), members who have rather bright hair colors often shave their hair at the first sight of it, some going so far as to horribly burn their heads to prevent hair from growing. They will refuse to ride on any steed that is not pure black, as any other color is considered unworthy of a Dread Rider. Alcohol is forbidden, as is sexual intercourse, pleasantries are strictly limited to good food, and good bed, nothing more. Breaking any of these regulations results in a Dread Rider's worst nightmare, being cast out of the unit. By being cast out, they have become alone once again, in a world where nothing is owned by them, where they only know war, and many a mercenary company do not wish to have a Dread Rider among their ranks for the fact they can demoralize even most zealous of warriors. All riders have a distinctive stare, that is upon their face for the better part of their life, slightly wide-eyed, pupils constricted by a means unknown to all but those within their ranks, it is rather unsettling, and many describe a feeling of unease, and sadness when being stared at by them for long enough. Their equipment is all uniform, no form of individualism is permitted. They wear dark plated armor, with helmets that feature face-shields, to hide the person's face. When on horseback, they use a trident-style lance, meant to break through armor and shields with ease, and to impale man and mare alike. When required, they use swords that are similar to scimitars, but rather than a curved edge, the tip is flat, more like a cleaver, however, the bend is still present, giving the appearance of a truly unique and distinctive weapon. Current Numbers: Some 1500, 1000 Cavalry, 500 Infantry. Current Location: Currently holding in Pamnen, resting, purchasing supplies, recruiting, etc. Employed? No, but several buyers are showing themselves. Leader: General Kalmar the Insidious. Edited by Wbtrex, Nov 3 2013, 11:52 PM.
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