"My sword for your copper, my service for your silver, my life for your gold!."
, it is said that this is the slogan of the Mercenary Camp.
It can happen that parts of the camp serve left and right of the battlefield, different groups beeing hired by the fractions waging war against each other.
Buth then, mercenaries pay only little attention to politics or who is right and who is not.
All they are interested in is: Who gives the gold.

Fight:
Plot:
Ambience:

"I win for guerdon. No matter for whom and why. The coins have to ring in my bag, this is how it looks like!"
Unsolvable problems and delicate duties? No problem for us free mercenaries. Our discretion is as legendary as our battleforce. Reliable and always on schedule - we do the work for you.

We are a infamous group of venturesome warhorses, coming from all corners of the horizon. Battlehardened veterans, bold and able to hold our drinks. It did not happen only one time that some smallminded commander wet his suede pants, seeing us hacking and slashing through his left flank and lines.

And woe betide to those, i pity the fool trying to bilk us. They will rue this for the short rest of their life, when all mercenaries gather under the camps banner to force upon him our codex of honor. And only a fool wants to have all mercenaries of Mythodea against him.

"BlutGold", Blood and Gold. If you hear this yell over the battlesound, you know, the cards get reshuffled, the mercenaries go to war.