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[FICTION] Naxian Culture | The Naxian Guard

     Just as many civilizations in the world, crime and other dangers are a factor in Naxian life. In ages past, it was the duty of the Despots to enforce laws and preserve order. After the Collapse and through the Merchant Republics, these local guards and militias garnered a reputation for wild corruption and brutality.

    When the Reclamation came and Basileus was crowned, he gained dominion over all internal affairs across the archipelago. One of the first things enacted was the creation of the Naxian Guard; a military force that would assume all law enforcement roles in Naxos, and act as a homeland defense army loyal to the Duke.

    The Naxian Guard is famous, or infamous, for its nearly-fanatical loyalty to the Duchy, being as close as incorruptible as is seemingly possible. They undergo an entire year of arduous training to hone body and mind. Entire families have devoted themselves and their lines to the Guard, even goin as far as to promise young children when they come of age.

    Among the most elite is the Mariner Guard; personal guards of the Duke. They are chosen from the largest and strongest of the Guard, and take the Naxian quality of loyalty to its logical extreme.

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