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I, – - – -, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Concord of Consolidation against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the Chancellor of the The Protectorate Confederacy of Nations and Territories of Faerûn and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me Helm.
Recognizing that I volunteered as a Warmage, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor, and high esprit de corps of my Warmage regiment.
Acknowledging the fact that a Warmage is a more elite soldier, who arrives at the cutting edge of battle by land, sea, or air, I accept the fact that as a Warmage, my country expects me to move further, faster, and fight harder than any other soldier.
Never shall I fail my comrades. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically strong, and morally straight, and I will shoulder more than my share of the task, whatever it may be, one hundred percent and then some.
Gallantly will I show the world that I am a specially selected and well trained soldier. My courtesy to superior officers, neatness of dress, and care of equipment shall set the example for others to follow.
Energetically will I meet the enemies of my country. I shall defeat them on the field of battle for I am better trained and will fight with all my might. Surrender is not a Warmage word. I will never leave a fallen comrade to fall into the hands of the enemy and under no circumstances will I ever embarrass my country.
Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the Warmage objective and complete the mission, though I be the lone survivor.
This is my warstaff. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My warstaff is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My warstaff, without me, is useless. Without my warstaff, I am useless. I must strike true. I must smite mine enemy who is trying to kill me. I must kill him before he kills me.
My warstaff and myself know that what counts in this war is not the missiles we cast, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit.
My warstaff is alive, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my warstaff clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will.
Before Helm, I swear this creed. My warstaff and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory belongs to The Protectorate and there is no enemy, but peace!
Confederate Warmages are an elite regiment within the Confederate Army. They are a highly mobile strike force able to swiftly deal massive damage on a battlefield. Their position within the command structure varies by mission, but they are usually subordinate to the regular army and act as support.
Unit insignia of the Confederate Warmages
Trainees in the Confederate Army showing superior leadership abilities (charisma) and intelligence are offered the chance to join the Confederate College of Magecraft. Of those who take the chance, approximately 75% do not graduate the War College.
The War College is located within the Far Hills among the Sunset Mountains to the west of Cormyr. It is within an ancient fortress formerly called Darkhold. This fortress was built by giants when they held dominion over the land.
About half of the initial students drop out during the journey to the War College which may take anywhere from 15 to 24 days. It often begins with the trainees in a festive mood as they pile into wagons drawn by teams of heavy horses. [Additional details regarding the War College will be forthcoming.]
Upon graduation from the War College they are assigned an enchanted gorget and warstaff. The rightful wielder of the gorget and warstaff are “attuned” to it. Once attuned the owner receives the full benefit of the item. Becoming attuned requires a ritual and a warmage of a higher Circle must assist.
All warstaves and gorgets are enchanted by the High Mage who wields the Prime Staff. It is said that the High Mage is able to discern the location of all warstaves and gorgets. Possession of a gorget and warstaff by anyone other than a sanctioned mage or clergy of Helm is punishable by death.
The wearer’s rank is engraved in the center of the gorget. The 7th circle is the lowest rank, so a mage of the 7th circle would show only the outermost circle. A mage of the 3rd circle would show circles 7, 6, 5, 4 and 3. Upon promotion (or demotion) the engraving is modified, normally in a formal ceremony. It has been noted that when battlefield promotions occur the engraving will change without the ceremony or any action taken on the part of the wearer. This lends credence to the notion that the High Mage is able to discern the location of all gorgets.
An ink drawing of a warmage gorget. The engraved rank designates a Mage of the 6th Circle.
Warmages often train and fight alongside Helm’s Hammers, another elite regiment.