TEGN: The Sentinoi - Patreon Assignment

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Palatrea is the pearl of the trade routes, her shell the encircling mountains of Oshteerh, ever the aperture of all that comes west across the great expanse of the bleak desert. With her high seat upon the crossroads of trade, she keeps the peace along the routes, playing the balance of power between the desert tribes, the trading families, and the ever-present dominion of the Dragon's shadow.

Her Eyes prowl the sands, for the trade-in rumors stirrings can be as precious as silk. To keep the peace and maintain the tithes and pledges there are the princely families of the Paletrea Council and the Guardians. On hidden promontories about the Osteerh, they stand their vigil, manning the frontier forts and maintained by one of the 13 families, their prestige rising from that of the Guardians themselves. When danger looms great, and the princes go forth to war, they arm themselves like the ancient smiths of old, dressing in skins of bronze and iron to ride into brave battle and take for themselves the name of the Furnacarii.

The councils of Paletrea are made up of the Princely Families and the Principals of the Guilds. The Guardians are paid for by the guilds, their men called from among the count and men trusted and made sworn members, some rise from among the Eyes, and others again do service as their tithe for their clan. Resplendent in their coats of sand and gold, their spears and javelins their proud fans and claws, these are the golden hounds of Paletrea.

Furnacarii: The chosen sons from each of the Six Hundred Families, names as old as the stones of the First City. They sally forth to battle on their brazen barded steeds, for once the families agree on war, none is held back, all are committed. Thus it has been. Always. Their lances and weighted javelins break the foemen’s shields and the men behind them, charge upon bloody charge until their lines are tattered and warriors scattered, driven out like some evil spirit. In the grim image of their ancestors, these are the Princes of Paletrea.

The Eye

The Eye

The Guardian

The Guardian

The Furnacarii

The Furnacarii