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‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎Hearken to these words, for they bear the weight of finality. By the authority vested in my person and the leadership of my lineage, I do hereby solemnly decree the disbanding of Emberpact. Let it be known throughout the reaches of the realm that the bonds are severed, the oaths are absolved, and the fires that once united us are henceforth extinguished. From this hour until the end of days, the banners shall be furled and the name of Emberpact shall pass into the chronicles of what once was. By my hand and seal, let it be further proclaimed: this band of sellswords, this mercenary host, is rendered unto nothingness. Its steel shall be blunted, its contracts burned, and its name struck from the ledger of the living. Furthermore, let the world take heed,
‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎None shall take its place. No pretender shall seize the vacant seat, nor shall any shadow-cloak claim the mantle we have cast aside.


AVE NAVARRE TE' O'IEN
THE FREE-CAPTAIN OF EMBERPACT, THE-COMPANY VOICE AND THE FIRSTBLADE


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Two decades have passed since I last laid down the heavy work. Twenty years since I washed the copper-stink of blood from my hands and turned my back on the cruelty of it all - the killing, the taking of kin, the endless, hollow hunger of a mouth that cared for naught but its next meal. I’ve found a strange sort of kin in the greenwood. There is a kindness in the soil I never found in the court, and a truth in the ancient paths that no contract ever held. I spend my days now gathering what the earth provides and seeking out the lost souls who stumble where I once sprinted in the dark. They remind me of the faces I knew in my youth - that rough pack of wolves that saw me grow from a pup. And yet, look at me now: no company to keep, no brothers-in-arms at my back, and not a finger’s width of steel at my hip. Do I loathe this quiet life? Or do I ache for the old fires, the roar of the fray, and the weight of a coin-purse won in blood? Truth be told, I have not the answer. I have not yet decided, for the sun moves too fast and the seasons turn before I can catch my breath. Life, even here in the silence of the woods or the bustle of the square, finds a way to keep a man busy. My feet stay on the path simply because the path is there. Perhaps that is the mercy of it. If I were to stop - if I were to truly sit and let the ghosts of what I was catch up to me - I might find myself lost in the 'what ifs.' Had I wavered then, had I let my heart soften or my hand tremble when the choice was grim, I should not be standing here now to breathe this air.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎"Why should I crave a blade, when my hands are finally clean of the grime of men, and my eyes have seen enough of the world to want for nothing more?"
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NUSQUAM VIDERE ✦ NOWHERE TO SEE
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ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎Bu kelamıma kulak verilsin, zira her bir harfi kati bir nihayet taşımaktadır. Şahsıma bahşedilen selahiyet ve neslimin riyaseti hasebiyle, Emberpact’ın işbu an itibarıyla lağvedildiğini resmen ilan ve ferman eylerim. Diyarın en ücra köşelerinden dahi işitilsin ki; kadim bağlar koparılmış, yeminler hükmünden azade kılınmış ve vaktiyle bizleri yekvücut eden o harlı ateşler ebediyen söndürülmüştür. Bu saatten kıyamete değin sancaklar dürülecek ve Emberpact ismi, yalnızca tozlu vakayinâmelerin meçhul sayfalarında zikredilecektir. Dest hattım ve mühürlü irademle bir kez daha beyan ederim ki: Bu paralı asker bölüğü, bu cengâver kütlesi, artık hiçliğe terk edilmiştir. Çeliği köreltilecek, akitleri ateşe verilecek ve ismi diriler defterinden ilelebet silinecektir. Dahası, cihan şunu iyi bilsin ki;
‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎Onun yerini kimse doldurmayacaktır. Ne bir müteşebbis bu boş tahtı zapt etmeye cüret edebilecek, ne de bir gölge-püşt bizim bir kenara attığımız bu ağır pelerini omuzlayabilecektir.

AVE NAVARRE TE' O'IEN
EMBERPACT'IN SERBEST-KAPTANI, BÖLÜK-AĞZI VE İLK-KILIÇ


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ㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎Bu ağır işi bir kenara bırakalı yirmi kış geçti. Ellerimdeki o bakır kokulu kanı yıkayıp zalimliğe sırtımı döneli tam yirmi yıl oldu; o katliamlara, insanların çoluğunu çocuğunu çalmaya ve bir sonraki öğününden başka hiçbir şeyi umursamayan o boş, doymak bilmez açlığa veda ettim. Şimdi bu yeşil ormanlarda kendime tuhaf bir akrabalık buldum. Toprağın bağrında, saraylarda bulamadığım bir şefkat; kadim patikalarda ise hiçbir sözleşmede yer almayan bir hakikat varmış. Günlerimi artık toprağın bahşettiklerini toplayarak ve bir zamanlar benim karanlıkta koştuğum yollarda şimdi tökezleyen kayıp ruhları arayarak geçiriyorum. Bana gençliğimdeki o yüzleri hatırlatıyorlar; beni bir enik gibi aralarında büyüten o sert kurt sürüsünü. Lakin şu halime bir bak: Ne yanımda bir bölük, ne ardımda silah arkadaşlarım, ne de belimde bir parmak boyu çelik var. Bu sessiz hayattan nefret mi ediyorum? Yoksa o eski ateşlerin, cenk meydanının uğultusunun ve kanla kazanılmış bir kese altının ağırlığının hasretini mi çekiyorum? Doğrusu, cevabını bilmiyorum. Henüz kararımı vermiş değilim; zira güneş çok hızlı hareket ediyor ve ben soluğumu tutamadan mevsimler dönüveriyor. Hayat, ister bu ormanın sessizliğinde ister meydanın telâşesinde olsun, bir adamı meşgul etmenin yolunu buluyor. Ayaklarım patikada kalıyor, çünkü patika orada duruyor. Belki de bu, işin tek merhametli yanıdır. Eğer duracak olursam; eğer gerçekten oturup o eski benliğimin hayaletlerinin bana yetişmesine izin verirsem, kendimi 'ya şöyle olsaydı'ların içinde yitirebilirim. O vakitler tereddüt etseydim, seçimim amansızken kalbimin yumuşamasına yahut elimin titremesine izin verseydim, bugün burada durup bu havayı soluyamıyor olurdum.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎"Ellerim nihayet insanoğlunun kirinden arınmışken ve gözlerim dünyayı artık hiçbir şeye muhtaç olmayacak kadar görmüşken, neden bir kılıcın peşine düşeyim?"
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