Harrat Wing
The Harrat Wing—a name etched in blood and defiance, born of Medi’s first squad of warriors. Just as their name suggests, they soar on wings of fury, carrying hatred in their hearts and vengeance in their hands. Where the Harras offer healing, the Harrat Wing embraces those whose wounds are too deep, too raw, to ever fully mend. For these warriors, freedom lies not in peace but in the smouldering ruins of Dragsan fields and the fallen bodies of their oppressors.
The Trial of Blood
To join the Harrat Wing is no small feat. One must endure the trial of blood, a brutal initiation designed to weed out the unworthy. The highest prize in this test is the head of a slaver, a trophy that earns instant respect among their ranks. Yet, the leaders of the Harrat Wing have been known to accept other offerings—the heads of kobolds, basilisks, or even monstrosities that threaten Banewood.
The initiation is a crucible, forging recruits into hardened warriors or breaking them utterly. Hesitation, weakness, or failure are not tolerated. Those who falter are punished publicly, often whipped before their comrades, a reminder that the Harrat Wing does not suffer slaves in its ranks—not even the ghosts of old chains.
A Brotherhood Forged in Pain
The rules of the Harrat Wing are as rigid as the steel they carry into battle. Discipline is absolute, and the price of disobedience is swift and severe. Yet, through this hardship, the Harrat Wing forms bonds stronger than any chain. These warriors kill together, bleed together, and, if necessary, die together. Their loyalty is not born of camaraderie but of shared suffering and a singular purpose: vengeance.
The Spirit of the Wing
To understand the Harrat Wing is to step into a world where mercy is a weakness and justice is taken by force. They see themselves as the sword of Banewood, cutting away the rot of slavery and oppression. But theirs is a heavy burden, for hatred consumes as much as it fuels. Their strength is undeniable, yet their path is perilous, for it walks the line between freedom and destruction.
So, adventurer, should you ever cross paths with the Harrat Wing, tread carefully. They are not friends to the faint-hearted nor allies to the uncommitted. Their eyes burn with the fire of a thousand battles, and their hands are never far from their weapons. Show them respect, and they may allow you to leave unscathed. But underestimate them, and you may find yourself part of the very fields of corpses they tread upon.
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