TYVEN MERCS WANT YOU!

Hail, Guardian! Are you looking for camaraderie? Adventure? What about vengeance against our foes outside the wall? Maybe you're looking for cheap drinks and a fireteam that has your back? Damn right you are. We're the Tyven Mercs, founded, well, just now. We don't ask much of our members, if you're Guardian enough to count yourself among our ranks. All we ask is that you adhere to our founding principles: You must have a tolerance for profanity and jokes, lighthearted banter, courtesy, respect, dignity, a keen eye, an itchy trigger finger, and an insatiable wanderlust. We will never require you to log on at a certain time for meetings, or to play on certain days of the week only. We are all on different schedules and have different commitments, perhaps to other clans or friends that you have encountered in the Wild. Keep those commitments, Guardian. We won't throw you out on your armored ass. We will welcome you into our alehouses and we will drink each other under the table. Stories will be shared, loot will be admired, and brotherhood will be had by all. Come and go as you please, Guardians. If you want to fly solo for a little while, that is perfectly acceptable. If you find yourself pinned down by some unexpected Vex reinforcements, all you have to do is reach out to us, and our ships will be overhead sooner than you can say "Next round is on me." We will also be focusing on exploration. Some of the best and shiniest loot will be out of reach, in crags and crevasses. If you team up with any of us, expect to wander into the farthest reaches of the Wild (and perhaps into some formidable foes.) If that strikes your fancy, then you will be a valuable addition to our ranks. Our other main focus will be on Raids. Some of the biggest and nastiest enemies carry the most valuable loot. We'll team up and take them down. If you're Guardian enough, we will welcome you, with open arms (and full tankards of space ale) to the Tyven Mercenaries.