the Crimson Blades

Group type: Mercenaries, contractors, military.

Group numbers: Unknown, enough to have a structure and a base.

Group location: Unknown, moved to somewhere nearby to Elsewery during the Winter Games.

Characteristics: Made of Hobgoblins, goblinoids of around human-esque proportions, with usually hot-colored skins, sharp ears, fatter noses and darker hair. Known to have horse riders. Known to have no bearing in morality with who they work with, as long as it's meaningful work. Known to trade all kinds of goods with whom engage. Known to be well organised. Known to have a rising structure of Warling-Warcaptain-Warlord. Known to be a detachment of some other force.

Contacts:

Egrak the Shank: Gruff woman of bold yet meassured words. A Warling, soldier of the lowest rank but not unskilled. She's in town once a moon to see if she can catch any sort of job for the Crimson Blades, and is willing to act as an intermediary in between the contractor and her group.

Avorg Fartongue: Jumpy man, seems to always be in some sort of hurry. A Warling, and designated courier of the Crimson Blades. He visits town whenever the group at large wishes to contact or keep correspondence with someone in specific, often seen riding his sturdy horse. Will simply carry words from one side to the other, seldom offering his own insight.

Shorbadur Soilbane: Proud man, always sizing up everything and everyone around him. A Warcaptain, and so called "Devastator" of his people, seemingly some sort of seasoned mage. He visits town with an entourage whenever a negotiation or trade about magical or more-than-mundane items are at hand, harboring some special interest for them. The warmage is very vocal about his accomplishments as a user of the arcane and seeker of knowledge.