​Battlefield Role: Elite Heavy Infantry
Weapons: A fancy Great Sword.
Outfit: Closeable full helmet. Adorned plate pieces coated in silver over a layer of exotic silk robes. Their armour is masterfully crafted, but designed with greater focus on style and luxury than practicality.
Skill level: Experts in close combat.
Affiliation: Salacia
Doctrine: Amphitrite's Way of the Seafarer
Strengths: Despite of their ostentatious looks, their armour is very resilient and their swords are quite deadly in their hands.
Weaknesses: The Matricians of Salacia hardly ever put themselves at risk, always standing on the rearguard of their armies.
Salacian Matricians
Despite owning expensive pure-blood steeds, due to a strong naval tradition that comes from the intense maritime trade practiced in the oligarchic City-State of Salacia, the Salacian Matricians often prefer to fight on foot rather than on horseback. They come from the rich and influential ruling families that are members of the Salacian Council of Matricians, who are also unquestionably some of the wealthiest bankers, traders and landowners of Arandolia. This means that they have tons on money at their sheer disposal to spend in fancy armour, weapons and equipment, buying not only the very best of all that, but also ostentatiously flaunting their families' prosperity by adorning their uniforms, swords, shields and plate pieces without sparing expenses.
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It is just like a big competition to see who is displaying the most expensive gem-encrusted golden adornments and silk attire, but all that is usually just for the sake of looking good. Because once they reach the battlefield, the Salacian Matricians are always quite eager to stay at the rearguard and let the lesser soldiers do the bulk of the fighting for them. After all, why risk your own neck in the front lines when you can simply pay a poor bastard to do just that on your stead?
However, do not mistake their unwillingness to fight in the front lines for cowardice! The Salacian Matricians might be greedy assholes who care very little for the lives of their low-ranking soldiers, but they can fight like hell when either their money or their pride is at stake. Once they join the battle, they have no mercy of their enemies. Although they actually prefer to capture people rather than to kill, because live prisoners are worth much more money in ransoms than corpses, they will gladly soak their expensive suits of flamboyant armour if that means getting richer or preserving their status-quo. Those filthy rich women are so ambitious that they think about coin and profit even amidst combat, moving whole mountains not only to achieve victory, but also to do so in the most profitable way possible.
