Company of the Golden Lion
The Company of the Golden Lion
The Company of the Golden Lion is an adventuring guild. As monsters have become more pressing, and international affairs have grown more tense, the order has presented itself as a neutral party, one that can handle a variety of issues and owes no specific allegiance. This has been tested many times, and there are many who accuse the group of directly assisting Ereshkigal with constructing Godsend on Ganzir. They have not publicly confirmed if their adventures lead to it’s construction, but the parts and magic came from somewhere outside of Sarmania. Many of their missions come from international merchants looking for assistance, there are some wealthy Treasure Hunters, as well as the occasional charity case. In the rarest of situations, a nation will ask for the Golden Lion to assist in their affairs. The only contracts they refuse are those that would pit them against other members of the Golden Lion. This adamant neutrality has won them admirers and foes alike.
As relatively recent members to the Company, you are not yet privy to the inner workings, but for now the Golden Lion presents a way to gain money, fame, and eventually influence. From there the choice is yours.
Some time has passed, the relatively dire situation the Company finds itself in is evident. However, Alexandar Doxos, the founder has a few words in these trying times.
The Company of the Golden Lion is dying. Perhaps that is the fate it deserves, being named for our first kill.” he pauses. “Most of you do not know why we are the Golden Lion. Our first job, when Sarmania and Na-Keb were at each others throats. Before the Deicide. The Khebites were desperate and Hisperia heard through her network that they were discreetly looking for outside help. Contractors was their term. They had a contract for Waste Management. ” He scans the crowd, “The waste in this particular situation was Sherali, the Golden Lion. She was the general of the southern Satrape. Shamash, the sun god was her second triumvir, their third, a magistrate, was unimportant. They were unbeatable. All along the border, settlement after settlement fell, consumed by the Sarmanian War machine. I was young, fresh off the first Lycian – Apolitain war with a group of contract soldiers loyal to me. We took the job.” He sighs, “It was a tough year, we lost good fighters, but we gained many more. And we had something else, a bond of iron, tempered in the forge of this campaign. Finally we brought her down, in some no name hamlet on the edge of the world, all our time spent fighting, losing, learning, planning and growing culminated in this one victory. We were paid, eventually, the gears of the Na-Keb bureaucracy turn slowly, but more importantly we had fame.” He smiles, for the first time in this speech. “We were wanted. The Legends are true! We are the company that slew Almuftaras for the Carba patriarch, we are the company that held Polita farmlands from the Lycian crusades. We are the company that recovered a Pearl of Atlantis.” he pauses, his face falls as the present catches up to him. He looks at you all and makes a gesture, in a circle, encompassing you all. “We are that company.” “But times have changed. No longer are the powerful banging down our door to hire us, other powers have grown up in that time. No longer are we the envy of the world over, for they too have been able to do great things. No, we are not the same company of old, but we are the next company. One that will accomplish just as great deeds, ones that the annals will record for all time.” “We will grow, and so too will our star, until once again the leaders of gods and mortals are asking us to intervene on their behalf.” “You will bring this company in to its new golden age. You all, who have come from all over the world, you all who have brought your experience, you all will forge a bond of comradery, we all will be a new family. “To do this task we must grow, and we must show our new and growing list of enemies that we are not the last dying gasp of a lion too old to hunt, but rather a new lioness, ready to kill and provide for the pride.” He gestures to a group. Two humans and a Khenra, “The Fraternius Liberatus has all but declared war on us. They openly attack our caravans, and continued, for days to harass our members. Those who attack one of us, attack us all.” “The Sarmanians continue their Mind Games, first attacking us repeatedly, but then seeming to offer a truce. Deception in the name of military advantage has long been their modus operandi, and they are playing us for fools.” Right now, the Sarmanians, and the Fraternitus Liberatus seek to end the company, but they have picked the wrong fight. And we will expand. The people on the borders need us, and in saving them they will join us. We will grow as we show the people of this world that The Company of the Golden Lion
Alexandar Doxos – Speech to the assembled Company
Company Members
Alexandar Doxos
Alexandar Doxos is the founder of the Company of the Golden Lion. Now in his early 50’s he primarily oversees the administrative overhead that comes with having a multinational mercenary company. His primary interests are ensuring the company that he built lasts beyond his lifetime.
Politia Doxos
Politia Doxos is the quartermaster of the company and handles much of the day to day logistics of running the company’s compound in Techni.
Hisperia Technikatus
Hisperia Technikatus is the prime information gatherer. She has contacts in more than a few places.
Acadelphos
Acadelphos is the god of The Company of the Golden Lion. He helps all branches of the Golden Lion at once. His primary ideals are strength through comradery, discretion, and reliability.
Devrik Leonidas Doxos
Devrik is a long time Golden Lion member now in charge or onboarding new recruits.
Active Contracts
- 💰 - Payout for this contract has been increased.
- 👹 - You will receive monster parts
- 🏺 - The Apolitain League is interested in this contract
- ❌ - Blocked by other missions
- 🪙 - Maurkim is interested in this contact
- 𓂀 - Na-Keb is interested in this contract
- 🗳️ - Lycia is interested in this contract
- ⚔️ - Sarmania is interested in this contract
- 🌊 - Naval travel required
- 🗺️ - Reconnaissance value
The Deep HarvestClick to expand
Ereshkigal wants us back in Atlantis — this time for something she calls a Pearl of Atlantis. The pay is extraordinary, which tells you everything about the survival rate.
The WindbreakersClick to expand
The Black Queen wants a primordial cult put down in the desert mountains south of Maurkim. Unlike the Tiamat fanatics, these ones are apparently competent. She enclosed a dossier — which is either generous or a test.
The ExodusClick to expand
The western borderlands are being overrun — not by armies, but by everything fleeing whatever’s coming behind them. The towns we saved are asking for help again. The Dryads have sent word, the forest is walking east.
The Ground RemembersClick to expand
Hisperia’s found a pattern in the Menhir’s ramblings and the refugee reports. The thing in the west isn’t wandering — it’s following a line. She wants us to find out what’s at the end of it before it gets there.
The Double GameClick to expand
Baltazar wants us to take the Sarmanian contracts. Not because he likes Ereshkigal — because he wants eyes inside her operation. Take her money, do her jobs, report everything. He says we’re the only ones positioned to pull it off.
Strength for the StormClick to expand
Word has come through our contacts that several apex creatures are vulnerable — a roc nesting on the Lycian border, an elder hydra in the western swamps, a blind medusa terrorizing the southern archipelago, and something ancient fleeing the mountains. Good hunting, good materials, and every one of them near somewhere we’d want to scout anyway.
The Pirate's CongressClick to expand
When Lycia moves, the northern shipping lanes close. Lathus and Baltazar need someone to convene the Free Captains and negotiate safe passage for Maurkim-League trade. They need someone who’s fought pirates and bought drinks with them in the same week.
The Border WatchClick to expand
Cosmos needs eyes on the Lycian border. Not Politia’s eyes — ours. We’ve been inside Lycia, we know their people, and we’re the least likely to start the war early by getting caught. Three weeks. In, observe, out.
The Dead God's ArmoryClick to expand
Devrik needs weapons for thirty green recruits and Politia says we can’t afford iron at current prices. There’s a Pontinate arsenal in the northern mountains — Arsenalus’s old supply depot. Something moved in after the Godsfall. Devrik wants it moved out, and whatever’s on the racks brought home.
The Curator's LeftoversClick to expand
A fisherman near the Burning Isles pulled up a sealed Sarmanian amphora. Half the port knows about it, which means a Death Squad probably does too. Hisperia says we have days, not weeks.
Bridge Sabotage InvestigationClick to expand
Strange lights under the water at the Techni-Utim bridge site. Equipment going missing. Rumors of angry atlantieans striking out. Hisperia suspects worse — that bridge is the most important structure in the League right now and everyone with an interest in war wants it delayed.
Serpopard Pack Near UtimClick to expand
A breeding pack has settled near the bridge construction site. The engineers are refusing to work until it’s dealt with. Straightforward hunt, good parts if you bring them down clean.
Asterion's BountyClick to expand
A minotaur bounty hunter named Asterion wants partners to bring in a rogue pirate raiding Maurkim coastal villages. Asterion says the pirate knows things about Tyntara’s operations that are worth more than the bounty.
The Ghost of AlmuftarasClick to expand
Allegedly the legendary manticore Almuftaras has been sighted in the western mountains. But Almuftaras was famously killed centuries ago by the previous herald of Arkoz. Scholars want confirmation. Hunters want the kill. Its parts would be exceptional. It’s fleeing whatever’s behind it, same as everything else.