The Brotherhood of the Feathered Serpent

A member if the brotherhood used to come by the barracks on occasion, and talked with the officers. The Otonomoi officers at least, the Humans weren't ever around when he was. The man was friendly enough, and when his talk with the sergeant finished he would go out and talk to a few of the soldiers who weren't on duty or anything. Anyone who had gotten any sort of commendation always had a chat with the man. He'd smile and guffaw, and those that he talked to always seemed pretty happy for the conversation. On occasion, those he spoke to seemed to come to some sort of agreement, they'd shake hands, and both would go back to talk to the officer that had started the whole thing. Then the Brotherhood guy and that soldier would gather up the soldiers things and would leave together.
He never spoke to me, so I didn't know what was discussed, or where those soldiers went afterwards, but the officers always seemed conflicted on the subject after the fact.
Then a new one showed up. There was something about that one ...something strange and unsettling.
It's in the eyes, I think. It's like steel resolve that's been tempered too many times, beat into shape by encounters of fang, claw, and unnatural muscle, leaving them cold and serpent like... Moreso than those slit pupils give them, I mean. They're always kind of like that.
He barely said a word, but I happened to be in the office of my immediate superior when he showed up, practically gliding in the front door without a sound. He informed us in a surprisingly soft voice and without preamble, that he was the Brotherhoods replacement recruiter. The friendly one, I barely caught his name at the time and can't even begin to recall it now, had been killed. The new recruited said it was at the hand of a creature I didn't know, but it's name brought to mind stories that my grandmere used to tell me of what lived in-between the lantern spaces.
Even Sergeant Boone could only nod at the man, and he left. I swear the room was a few degrees cooler than when he entered.
From there, I was bound and determine to not stand out and avoid a conversation with the Brotherhood, no matter how happy the others seemed to be to agree with whatever it was that they discussed. I succeeded until the battle of Monte Carrino.
No good deed goes unpunished, eh? Save one officer from being smashed by horses hooves, and now the monstrous monster hunters have their claws in me.
The snake eyes still freak me out during morning's first glances in a mirror.

-Brother Goliad Orco, interviewed after the slaying of the Wolf of Caister

Founding Date

VII.294

Type

Guild, Professional

Demonym

Brothers/Sisters