Gil. Glory. Friendship. Intangible Benefits. And so much more. All of this is mere ilms away from your capable fingertips! Eorzea's leading private Security firm seeks industrious, results-driven adventurers for exciting employment opportunities! As a valuable employee of The Ebonbrand, you will have the once-in-a-lifetime chance to test experimental Magitek equipment against bandits, monsters and evil-doers! Embark on harrowing adventures, and reap industry-leading compensation for your efforts! Apply today!  Ebonbrand's field office is located at the Mists, Ward 7, Plot 31 in a medium house!

Thank you for reviewing our post and showing interest in our free company, Ebonbrand.  We're a diverse collection of zany, fun-loving medium/hardcore RP'ers looking for more friends to join our adventures!  We value interesting plot-lines, magitek teknology, frivolity, and adventure.  Please visit our website here to apply, or send any of the people below a tell or letter voicing your interest!

All the information you could ever want on the Ebonbrand will be in the following tabs! Should you have any questions, please contact Septimus Nerva, Sigurd Sundsteigen or Odette Saoirse!

Hello, and welcome to Ebonbrand.

Now located in the seventh ward of the Mists with a medium-sized HQ, Ebonbrand are on the hunt for mercenaries and medics to shape Eorzea into a better, brighter tomorrow. Weekly missions encourage us to stay on our toes and keeps the blood pumping... sometimes out of our bodies. These missions aren't at all suspicious, or morally gray, despite how dangerous they can be. Weekly meetings are far less entertaining, but mandatory if you don't want to end up impaled on some mook's lance. I should probably find a way to spice those up...

Recently, the Teknoworks Headquarters has undergone a bit of a transformation. An 'upgrade' if you will. After a long mission, what better way to kick back and relax than throwing down a few gil and knocking back several drinks with your fellow mercenaries? Ebonbrand are now the proud owners of their own Gambler's Loft. The Loft is open to all members, with special events for the wider public to come. Please look forward to it!â„¢

This is the door to the Boss's office where you go to sign your paperwork and become a member of Ebonbrand after being wowed by such an amazing recruitment campaign. Tell our emotionally-stunted fearless Leader Septimus Nerva that Odette sent you... it gets me paid [seriously], just like this endorsement that may or may not have been pre-written.

Ebonbrand Teknoworks; Machinations and Security for a New Era!

Apply today!

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sand in it's lazy roll through golden sands.



The camera pans slowly over boots crunching in the dirt, leaving in their wake a
mottled array of footprints that vary in size and depth.



Buckles are tightened, laces threaded, bullets loaded, pages flipped...



Night falls and the desert is silent save for the whispered gust of wind over the dunes.



As the camera crawls over the nearest dune, an encampment is seen scattered with
tents and the dampened smoke of a recently extinguished fire. Under the cover of night
humanoid silhouettes approach with blades drawn...



Ice snakes its way through the flaxen particles of sand toward the tent and the screen
fades to black. Gunshots. "Do it! FIRE!" shouts a man's voice, a loud horn
overlapping the din to echo throughout.



A flurry of images; blood splattering the sand, smoke from the barrel of a gun, a
miqo'te holding his head at the ears in pain, spells flung through the air, an elezen
lifting an ornate card, a midlander's leg severed at the knee...



One man with speed and strength never before seen.
One militant team of operatives under the leadership of a one-eyed foreigner.
One largely constructed sonic weapon dragged into the desert.