Off to the left lies a more private area, where the old gallows and dungeons had been converted to a secluded man-made grotto, complete with a dug in pool, cold and calming.

Back around and through the courtyard, you’d find yourself looking up a set of stairs that lead to the main keep, where the throne room and dining hall are located. It is there that the two Chivay hosts sit happily in their thrones, greeting the guests and giving calm gestures of their hands, waving and ordering servants and guards around with an air of unquestioned authority.  At seemingly every corner, a Rose soldier stands at attention, his White Rose tabard cleaned and in pristine condition, each carrying a halberd and arming sword. Stoic and silent, they lower their conical helmets fixed with wreaths of flora and take careful glances about, conversing with a fellow guard, and having their own party, all while keeping their ever watchful eye on the gathering; making sure nothing goes awry. No daring knight would ever penetrate this castle... there aren’t any feminine princes to save, anyway.

The stage was properly decorated, and the curtain was unveiled. The party had started, and the play had just begun. It was sure to be a night of entertainment and enjoyment, one that was sorely needed in these times of constant travel, conflict and confusion.




 

Melissa de Stolistes is dead. This is the end of her story. Those who wish to pray for her safe entry into the heavens may visit her shrine there.

((Please do some RP on this post if you want to visit her shrine.))

From, the United Chieftans of the Adunian Race

Chieftain Godric Armas

Chieftain Hanrahan Brae

Chieftain Gavin Douglass

Chieftain Argyll Illych

Chieftain Victor Blair

Chieftainess Kinra Stark

Chieftainess Isabella Elendil

It has been unanimously decided, by all parties involved, the people of Adunia have suffered under the infighting of two rulers for long enough. Torrhen, who dearly wishes to Rebel, and Thorenir, who wishes half of us dead for rebelling. The two have both attempted to sway the chieftains in their own favor, causing a rift, which has more than once caused civil conflict.

Seeing this, we wish to humbly request the Empire the following list.

1. A Section of Lands in the upcoming promised lands, for us to settle and prosper on.

2. Direct Rulership from his Imperial Majesty Godfrey.

3. Pardoning for all once Traitors and Rebels, on the understanding no more is to be done.

We of course understand we will not be given all of this on a platter for free, here is our return Proposal.

1. The Adunian Rangers are at the Empires command.

2. Our Complete and Utter Allegiance, all sworn in Blood oaths to the Imperial Family.

3. One tenth of all our yearly profits to the Empires Treasury.

Sincerely, The Chieftains of the Adunian Race.

Muriel - Dead

Simon - Dead

Aliestor - Dead

Merek – Missing (Presumed Dead)

Emeline - Dead

Jacob - Dead

Frederick - Dead

Areya – Dead

John – Alive ((Open, pm me for details))

Megan – Alive ((lmfao111222333))

Seymour – Alive ((Open, pm me for details))

Chloe - Dead

Alianor – Alive ((Groobs03))

Kaitlyn - Alive ((Lionkopa99))

Amelia - Alive ((Taken))

Samuel – Missing ((Areontrade))

Kathryn – Missing ((Inactive))

Malen – Missing ((Inactive))

Taron – Alive ((Uboob))

Eve - Alive ((Joeqmafia))

L.A. – Missing ((Of inactive parents))

Lilly - Missing ((Of inactive parents))

Henry - Missing ((Of inactive parents))

((This post is more or less to organize the scrambled lore of the Geminine family and give some spots to people if they are interested.))

Taxes

By the order of the Lord High Treasurer Patrick Denims-Therving, all who doth nay not pay taxes on their property within the human lands, nobles and the commoners alike, will be evicted by the sheriffs of the empire. No exceptions, no lowering of taxes for those who cannot manage and absolutely no bribing or threatening.  The following is the list of names who owe taxes to the crown. These people are subject to pay to the Lord High Treasurer within three elven days.

• The Valois family's land and manor : Seven hundred minas
• The Green Family manor and land : Two hundred minas
• The Audnian Clan land and manor: Three hundred fifty minas
• Hanaharan Brae's Brothel : Five hundred minas
• The Golden Carrot: One hundred minas
• The Blacksmith next to the Golden Carrot: Fifty minas
• All hovels within the capital: Ten minas each

Failure to pay may result in being hunted down, or for nobles, punishment by the Emperor.

The former Adunian clan and Oren noble House MacCray, House Varodir is a noble house lead by Lord Maric Varodir. Having recently cut all political ties to the Adunians, House Varodir is completely and utterly sworn to the Church and the Divine Emperor. Only having come into nobility 7 years ago, House Varodir's power is limited. Though their blood burns with ambition and desire, the young Lord Maric aims to bring his family to glory.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydUXwRSZnK0




Founding

Cray abandoned his own non religious Adunian family. Left with his wife in search of a better way to serve God and his country. Cray left for Aegis, wandered for a while and after years of journeying, found his way to Al’Khazar where he decided to settle. Cray served the Church the best he could, being a man of great piety. Over time, his family expanded, not with Elves as was the Adunian way, but with Humans. Angus, his son, served the church, as his father had before him. His son took on his name, MacCray (son of Cray) and carried the name down for generations.

So went the years for Clan MacCray, leal servitude to the church and to Oren and the blood continued getting ever more diluted due to the MacCray’s exclusion of Elves in courtship to the family. The men who served the military were simple soldiers, it could never be said that the Clan of MacCray were extravagant. They preferred this life however, and most importantly, it kept them humble.

Tales of House MacCray

A great sense of piety and devotion allowed James MacCray to execute the rebelling Nords. After the barbaric Nord’s rebellion had crashed and burnt, King Enor ordered the death of all the surviving warriors. James loved this duty, he ended the lives of the blasphemous Nords with pleasure, which gave him the nickname of “the Executioner”. James would not be the first to go above and beyond for servitude of the Empire.

When the undead assaulted Galahar, George MacCray noticed a priest stuck in a burning church. In the chaos that ensued, no one noticed the priest, except of George. George risked his life to save the priest but at a cost, he was terribly burnt. George MacCray received commendation for saving a priest from Undead assault on Galahar. George’s bravery earned him the nickname of “the Saviour”. The loyalty to church and state never wavered, which was why those in the family who blasphemed, would be banished.

There was never any reason for this to happen in the family until Michael McCray. As the cataclysmic events that were spelling the end for Aegis were beginning to unfold, Michael's son lost faith in the church and began to blaspheme. Michael McCray “the Vigilant” would have none of it, his son was disowned and cast away from Clan MacCray. The name of the son seems to have been erased from family history due to how heinous his blasphemy was. It would stand as a warning to all further family members to stay loyal.

Thomas MacCray is perhaps one of the most honoured family members of Clan MacCray. In Aegis’ final apocalyptic hours, Thomas performed a great feat of bravery and gave the greatest sacrifice of all; his life. Thomas selflessly stayed behind to ensure that the last of the citizens could travel through the Verge portal. Thomas’ nickname “the Martyr” was given to him by his family members in honour of his extreme bravery and courage. Thomas MacCray was presumed dead, as he did not come through the Verge himself. Thomas is held in the highest regard in the MacCray family, an aspiration for all family members to be.

A generation had passed since the transition between Aegis and the new land, named Asulon. Oren had divided, been destroyed, warred with itself and been reunited once more by the Divine Emperor Godfrey. Roy MacCray, the grandson of Thomas the Martyr, had heard much of their kin, the Adunians and their slow return to their “former glory”. He had taken it upon himself, to reunite his family with their kin as they had in the days of old. And so the family moved to Ildon and slowly began to live amongst them again. He had wed a 2nd cousin of the Chivay brothers, Elena Chivay and had 4 children, Maric, Eric, Noah and Kyle. Roy had become close to Count Artorus Elendil, the leader of the Adunians. Artorus had taken such a liking to him, he had him knighted. However the bliss didn't last for long.

Blood Mage Massacre

It was the dead of night, Roy was away at war. It was just Maric, his mother and his grandfather. Maric had gone to the study, lying by the fire and playing with the family hunting dog. His mother and grandfather were still sitting in the dining room, talking about various subjects. Suddenly the screams of the servants outside could be heard. The front door was kicked down and two tall hooded men walked in, their robes a deep blood red, with different marks them. The two at the table jumped up and stared at the men, wide eyed with fear. The dog jumped from Maric and ran out the house, while Maric went to hide behind the door, looking through the gap, watching the two men. One of them reached his arm out in the direction of Maric’s grandfather. He clenched his fist and suddenly the grandfather dropped dead to the floor. Maric’s mother reached over to a large bread knife on the table.

Maric burst out from behind the door, running at one of the Blood mages. But he simply held out his arm, moving his fingers about to control Maric. He stopped him dead in his tracks while the other one did the same to his Mother. The first blood mage motioned with his hand and his mother walked slowly and oddly towards Maric, she looked as if she was fighting it but to no avail. As she reached him, the Blood mage raised his arm slightly and so did she. He was controlling her like a puppet. She brought her hand with the knife towards Maric’s face, tears streaming down her own, whilst Maric stared wide eyed with fear. As the knife made contact with his flesh, he screamed out in agony, tears now streaming down his own face. The knife cut deep into him from the right side of his nose all the way down to his jaw line. The blood dripped down his face like a waterfall, mixing with the tears. Once the knife had finished its line, Maric was tossed to the side through the magic once more. He looked up from the floor through tear filled eyes, barely conscious. He looked towards his mother who was looking at him with such sorrow. The Blood Mage controlling her moved his hands around some more, forcing her to bring the knife back down, but this time towards herself. Suddenly she thrusted the knife into her own gut, quickly bringing it upwards towards her chest, causing a large vertical gash. The Blood Mage released his hold over her and they both left the house as she fell to the ground, dead.

Rise of House Varodir

A four years after the funeral of Elena MacCray (previously Chivay), Maric and his brothers went away at sea around the Holy Lands for a little over a year. They trained, the fought and they grew. But when they had returned home all had changed. The MacCrays had been granted nobility within the new Holy Oren Empire. Barons of Rivia. Roy MacCray was not the man he used to be. He was solemn, he was always disinterested and often spent his time behind closed doors with the now Duke Artorus Elendil. Reports of the Rhodirs, age-long enemies of the Adunians, rising up again, taking arms and stirring trouble. Maric knew something was happening, but he never spoke against his father. Things were quiet for a year. A single year. But once again, everything started to go downhill.

One day, whilst inspecting the site of the new and improved Rivia, Lord Roy was ambushed by a group of the Rhodir. They spoke in a foreign tongue and wore strange iron masks. They shot an arrow through his knee and carried him off into the darkness of the night. With his father’s mysterious absence, Maric was forced to take over the running of House MacCray and the organisation of the new Rivia. For months, search parties were sent out to find him, but with no avail. The construction of Rivia continued and Maric dealt with all the affairs of House MacCray, yet still no word of Roy.

Yet one day, the sound of trotting hooves could be heard outside the Ildon gates. The Rhodirs, rode into the town, their iron masks on and armor shining. Maric ran out of the house, his Messer sword drawn along with many other town guards. Though suddenly everyone stopped, as Duke Artorus came out of his keep and walked calmly towards the intruders, unarmed. A few words were spoken as Maric began to shove past the crowd that had gathered, trying to see what was happening. And then he saw his father, lying down over the side of the leader’s horse. His leg was bandaged but covered in blood. Duke Artorus nodded to the leader, who then allowed Maric to come closer and help his father down. Shocked at what had just happened, Maric wasn't in the least interested in questioning the Duke over what had happened. But he knew something was not right.

Weeks had passed since his father was released from captivity and though he could walk, he could not do so without a walking stick. He didn't seem to be getting either. Each day, he seemed to be getting sicker and sicker, complaining of pains in his legs and getting occasional fevers. The doctor had suggested that Maric take over the duties of the House, to keep his father as stress-free as possible. But when House Elendil were involved in a rebellion conspiracy with House Tarus and Duke Artorus was slain, this was becoming ever more difficult. All eyes were on the Adunians and Maric was ashamed. Ashamed that his kin were so treacherous do even be involved in something like this, whether they complied or not.

Over the next year, Maric began to distance himself from Duke Torrhen Elendil, Artorus’ son, and the rest of the Adunians. He was disgusted that they were involved in something against the Divine Emperor. But he did not speak out for fear of stressing his father. For a year or two, things were quiet. If the Adunians were plotting again, they were doing so in secret. The construction of the city was coming along well and all was well...except for Roy. His health had begun to deteriorate again. He had taken a fever and was showing no sign of getting better.

Though suddenly a terrible storm began to sweep across the land, wreaking havoc on the realm, flooding it and destroying everything in its path. Ildon had received warning of this, as had everyone else and began to herd everyone onto the prepared ships of Oren. Maric, his brother, his uncle and his now severely ill father. And so once more they sailed off into the horizon, like in the days of Aegis, leaving their riches, their land and their destroyed home behind them. But the sea life did not do Roy good. His fever got critically worse and he soon passed away. His body was buried at sea.

After months of sailing they had finally found the volcanic island of Elysium. Over the course of the next year the Orenians had settled, built houses and started to make a new life for themselves. The Adunians had starting stirring things up again. Maric soon received a message from a man named Hanrahan, gathering the Adunian clans for a meeting. But Maric was not interested. With the death of his father, he was now head of the House. He would no longer tolerate the Adunian’s treachery. He would have no part in it. More notices from his kin were sent, but he ignored them all. Weeks later, while sitting in his new house in the New Arethor, shouts were heard as his brother Eric ran up the stairs. He began shouting about an Adunian revolt and Hanrahan. The Adunians had rebelled! Though it wasn't all of them, Maric didn't care. This was the final straw. He would undo his father’s mistake and do what his ancestor Cray had done so long ago.

And so Lord Maric was released from his vassalage to House Elendil. And instead, High Pontiff Lucien I had him swear an oath of fealty to the Holy Church of the True Creator. Now a church vassal, Maric had begun to cut all of Adunia out of his life. He had a new crest commissioned, new tabards, new flags and even a new name. His life in service to the church had begun. House Varodir was born.

Roy MacCray - Previous head of House - Deceased

Elena Chivay - Wife of Roy - Deceased

Maric Varodir - Head of house

Eric Varodir - Maric’s younger brother

Kyle MacCray - Youngest brother - Deceased

Noah Alexander Varodir - Maric and Eric's younger brother

Guy Varodir -   Maric's cousin 

George Varodir - Maric’s uncle




Family Tree

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((Subject to editing and adding to accommodate new players within the House.))



 

Diplomacy

((Houses, nations and other factions will be added once Lord Maric comes into contact with them or has a strong opinion of them. Otherwise, assume the relationship is neutral.))

The True Church of the Creator- Liege of House Varodir

Houses

House Ashford - Allied
House Chivay - Allied (related)
House Amadaius - Friendly
House Venta - Friendly
House Ishikawa - Friendly
House Elendil - Aggressive

Orders and Guilds

White Rose- Friendly
Mages Guild - Hostile

Nations

The Kingdom of Urguan - Allied (Oren truce)
War Uzg - Aggressive
Princedom of Malinor - Indifferent

Individual Figures

Imperial Prince Horen of House Horen - In debted

High Pontiff Lucien I - Very friendly

Traits

Physical

The family members of House Varodir are first and foremost Northerners. Their build is tall and strong (average between 5"9 and 6"2), but never exceeded more than 6”4. In Roy’s blood line, the line that Maric and Eric share, the eyes are an ice blue and their hair a dark brown. On both sides of the family their skins are fairly pale but their hair colour and eye colour may vary.

Personalities

The personalities of the Varodirs vary, however their teachings and upbringings are pretty much the same. They have been taught loyalty, patriotism, religion and racial superiority almost from birth. They will have had it drummed into them as children, teens and adults until it almost defines their very being. These principles and ideas will have been pushed on to them, forcing them to believe that those philosophies are the only correct ones. Any other “blasphemous or heretical” thoughts will have been beaten out of them at a very young age. Of course there are exceptions, but the defining character traits are due to their upbringing.

There wasn't much left for him in life, he'd done what he set out for, and that was that.

"He died with a smile... his spirit was finally calmed like never before... put to rest for eternity."

said one of the observers.

And on that note, he was gone with the wind. Galendar "Bear" Aveere had passed on, his spirit finally at rest.~

((sorry it was short, blegh))

The title says it all. Ain't much good with a sword, but I can put an arrow in a boars eyes at a hunnerd paces. Ye can find me at the Golden Carrot most of the times.

-Ulric

LEFTENBÜRG IS LOOKING FOR CITIZENS.

The Leftebürgian people began with Adalbert Kö***, an extravagant trader and bürger. He led some fellow Hansetian colonists left Aegis, following it’s destruction. On a small ship called The Hildebert, the colonists suffered a long and hard journey, faced with storms that came from Aegis, storms never seen by mankind before. They ran out of fresh food in the first week, having to survive on pest-ridden hard tack. After many a day, the colonists made it to the new land. They veered off course many a mile and found themselves lost in the far north. They created a small town of Königsville.

Adalbert was a corrupt man, barely keeping watch over his town, he chose to use the bribes from the merchants for cheap trading permits on his personal mansion. One month afterwards, Adalbert died with no legitimate heir, they decided that the town council should elect a bürgermeister of Königsville. So the new bürgermeister was chosen, the head of the council. His name was Heinrich von Wüllersleben, he ruled wisely, he endorsed merchant guilds and in return they gave him guards for the town. This caused low taxes and a strong trade, the town of Königsville was prospering. Heinrich realized that the town should not be named after the corrupt man that is not Adalbert but instead name it something more creative. Next day, he passed the reform for the name of town, changing it to Leftenbürg. The vote was barely passed as the grand bürgers were mainly concerned on preserving the status quo. The town prospered much and opened its ports to the other human traders.

Heinrich eventually succumbed to the plague from some human leather merchants, unfortunately the doctors had never seen anything like this so they couldn’t stop the spread. Soon many of the inhabitants died of the horrid plague as it swept through the land. There was about 5 bürgermeisters picked in just those short years. Civil war came as the grandson of the illegitimate son of Adalbert Kö***, Gerhard von Kerpen and his small militia, declared war against Leftenbürg. Gerhard wanted to create Leftenbürg as a barony, such as his great grandfather had. Merchant guilds and their private navies and militaries had to choose sides, many choosing to side with bürgermeister to preserve their trading rights. After a long two year war, dubbed by historians as the Coin War, due to the fact that most of it was fought by mercenaries and merchant’s private militias.

After a while, the town grew and grew, a couple new bürgermeisters were chosen, some good, some bad. Leftenbürg seemed like a paradise, but this wouldn’t last. The destruction of Asulon was imminent. The town was completely caught in surprise by this and tried to flee, many were left behind. Some survivors were the remnants of the great Wüllersleben family, they fled on different merchant ships. The family was lost, many died on the way to the new land of Elysium. The ones that did survive were spread across the whole island, unable to find each other. Günther von Wüllersleben, able to survive as a petty merchant, traveling across Elysium, searching for family members. Upon the discovery of Kalos, Günther took the mighty human ship to Oren. When he had found Oren he immediately had the undying dream of recreating the Grand Stadtgemeinde of Leftenbürg.

Old Grand Stadtgemeine of Leftenbürg

Leftenbürgian Stradtrat (Means City Council)

Grand Bürgermeister: The city is headed by the Grand Bürgermeister. His job is to manage the city in all capacity. He is elected by the cabinet which also vote for different laws concerning, taxes, trade and religious affairs. The cabinet can decide to vote for something, if they do so, then the Bürgermeister has complete final say. If the bürgermeister wishes to implement a reform, then it must be passed by the cabinet. The vote can never be denied, if the cabinet does not pass it then it will lie in consideration until the Grand Bürgermeister takes it off the board of consideration.

Großkanzler: This means Grand Chancellor in Hanseatic and heads the cabinet. He is also the head of foreign diplomacy and if needed to be sent to a foreign nation then the Großkanzler will be sent as the head of the diplomatic envoy. If talks need to be discussed with the Grand Bürgermeister himself, then they must come to the city of Leftenbürg to talk to him personally to avoid any assassination attempts. Nonetheless two Grand Bürgermeisters were assassinated within the Großkanzler's presence. 

Schatzmeister: This means treasurer in Hanseatic and is a senior office within the cabinet. He is the head of the Grand Bürgermeister's finances which means that this position works closely with the Grand Bürgermeister. The holder of this position would also be the head of tax collection throughout the city. If one fails to pay their taxes then they are evicted from their land. Many a time, some corrupt Grand Bürgermeisters used nepotism as a way of getting a Schatzmeister as the Schatzmeister works very closely with the Grand Bürgermeister. Once in the history of this position, it was held in commission to avoid corruption but soon this was abolished voted to be abolished by a Hansetian Grand Bürgermeister in favor that there should be one man to hold the entire office. 

Großadmiral: This means Grand Admiral in Leftenbürgian. This is the 4th most senior position in the cabinet. This position has a considerable amount of prestige as it is nearly the head of defense for the entire city. This position is tasked with the city's navy which is the main blockade stopping it from an amphibious assault should an invasion occur. The navy also led merchant ships safely into the port, they also kept the surrounding seas free from pirates. 

Wachtmeister: This means Head of the Watch in Hanseatic and is the 5th most and 1st least senior position within the cabinet. The holder of this position's duty is to keep crime out of the alleyways of Leftenbürg. This position did not exist until the 4th Grand Bürgermeister, Karl von Orslen who needed someone to manage the military and town watch. As the Leftenbürg never attacked any nations in favor of a peaceful approach, the watch became Leftenbürg's military, majority of the watch are bürgers that must serve for a period of time. 

Architecture of Leftenbürg

The architecture of Leftenbürg consists of the extravagance of the Orenian architects but with the large amounts of stone used in Hansetian building, creating a unique style of looming stone cathedrals and large palaces belonging to the Stadtrat members. The Leftenbürg Dom was the most famous of these Cathedrals and loomed far over all beings. These were works of stone, crafted by a million men. The Leftenbürg Dom was the main grounds of the celebration of Yule.

Celebrations of Leftenbürg

The celebration of Yule has shrouded beginnings, but the Leftenburgian people celebrate this yearly. This occurs in the middle of winter when old man Jólnir would bring food to all in the darkest days of winter, as the Leftenbürgian people went through harsh winters, they needed a time of joy. After a long day of prayer and choir, the Leftenbürgian people would head to their homes to have a large feast in celebration. 

Also another celebration included the Leftenbürgian Neujahr. It represents the bloom of the new year, as the flowers on the borders of the city begin to bloom. It is a wonderful time, celebrated with many white flowers and incredible feats, such as swallowing fire, and taming bats. There were also circuses with wolves able to jump through burning rings. It was always a merry time of year for the people of Leftenbürg. The Grand Bürgermeister planned the ceremony himself, as tradition.

How to get citizenship

If you would like to become a citizen of the Grand Stadtgemeinde of Leftenbürg then please speak to the Grand Bürgermeister, Günther von Wüllersleben AND leave a note at the bottom of the economy poster. ((Comment your MC name and RP name at the bottom of this)). You see for the city to be granted we need 10 to 15 citizens to start out the city with. Thank you for reading this, I hope you may move to our Grand city.

SIGNED BY GÜNTHER VON WÜLLERSLEBEN.

To All Those With Skill in the Area of Flutes!

I am expressing an interest in purchasing a flute, one of decent to good make, and easy for learning. I am willing to pay for this flute, anywhere up to 300 minas!

Arrange a meeting place via bird, my name is Evan ((radferrari)).

*another note is pinned under it, written in the same neat, curly writing*

I am in Need of a Teacher of Flutes!

To any who have read the note above, and can also train me, I am happy to arrange for this, to allow greater ease of meeting and learning. I offer a a place to stay, warm meals, and a comfortable bed. To any who will train me in the flute, even if I did not purchase the flute from them, I offer the same conditions for a teaching of how to play.

As stated above, arrange all this, from meeting to terms, by birds. Again quoting from the above note, my name is Evan ((radferrari)).

These range from everything like House militaries (i.e Blackmont bannermen) to military Orders (i.e The White Rose). I'd just like to get a general idea, because not all Houses have military branches to call upon, along with other random variables that I haven't put into consideration.

If anyone here knows of/leads/is a part of a group that is OFFICIALLY in Oren, I'd appreciate if you told me, 

Thanks.

List I have so far:

Orders/Guard Forces:

Order of the Red Dragon

Teutonic Order 

Order of the White Rose 

Salvus Shields 

Houses:

Stafyr Bannermen - Marquis

Valois Bannermen - Ducal

Blackmont Bannermen - Marquis

Carrion Bannermen - Barony

De Sarkozy Bannermen - Barony

Treasury Supply Distributions III

He keeps talking to himself "They also attacked in that battle while back"

He starts thinking harder "Us humans be doin nothing I think we should strike back with might and leave them dead"

Ike goes to Fort Adelias and rallys some men from each races army "I think the Orcs must be stopped and We the Dwarves, Elves and Humans  shall fight back!"

"The Vale fell and we shall avenge it by going to Uruk lands and fighting!"Ike shouts

"The men who are with me say I"Ike says

They raise their weapons

(( OOC: This battle will take place on 4:00 Presidents day MONDAY  EST time Tell me if you need me to change the time or this  post))

The wind howled as the large men made their way down the mountains to the flatlands. Many days had passed since their village had been destroyed, and much of their family killed by wolves. The wolves had come in the night howling in one voice. Packs of them sprawling across the village showing no mercy for men, women, and children. Many of the villagers including the previous chieftain, Altorus McHarnish, drew arms to protect the village as the rest fled. Only a few survived and made their way down to the flatlands where their kin, the Armas clan, stayed. They arrived and have obtained some land to rebuild their former glory.

Caln McHarnish, son of Altorus, claimed the title as chieftain unopposed. As more survivors return, their hearts are lifted each time until a howl shook the flatlands. The family had been ridding of a robber who had been plaguing them for months when they heard it. Each of them had a chill run up their spine remembering a father, mother, or brother who was taken by the wolves' tyranny. Each stood facing towards the hills. This was the moment to avenge those they loved. They unsheathed their weapons and faced the beasts. Shouting a war cry, the charged the beasts hacking left and right.

Their ancestors fought within them, and together they diminished the beasts. Caln walked up to the lead wolf and brought his claymore high above his head. He brought it down in an arc removing the wolf's head and ending the tyranny of the wolves. The McHarnish survived and look to restore the prosperity of their clan.

Chieftain of Clan McHarnish:

Caln McHarnish

Family Tree:

Caln McHarnish-Chieftain ((Porkchopp2))
Adelias McHarnish-Brother ((Herotech))
Thurin McHarnish-Brother ((Med2103))

Rowan McHarnish-Cousin ((c360))
Tegolon McHarnish-Cousin ((Irishscout))

Farnnon McHarnish-Cousin ((Trotta1234))

Durran McHarnish-Cousin ((Danielyoda))

Angus McHarnish-Cousin ((xlr20ice))
Boris McHarnish-Cousin ((Reggieo1))

The families are in each group. The brother/cousin is to Caln.

Workers:

Aklex TItal ((Aklex))

Amber ((Spacewolf78))

Crest:

Family Heirlooms:

The Alpha Wolf's Fur: The Alpha Wolf's Fur is the skin of the Alpha Wolf which slayed many of the McHarnish clan. It is black as a starless night and stained with the blood of many in the McHarnish clan. It is currently framed in the McHarnish manor as a reminder of those who were lost, and how they overcame it.

Wolf Bane: Wolf Bane is a 6 foot long claymore that was used to remove the Alpha Wolf's head. For centuries it has been passed down by Adunian chieftains. It was forged by master smiths in Kal'Urguan with mithril. When wielded it shines with a blue hue that shines in the sun. It is currently in the possession of Caln McHarnish.

Traits of the McHarnish:

The McHarnish clan are pure blooded Adunians. Therefore, they experience long lives, are very tall, and are well muscled. They generally have green or gray eyes and their hair black. It is considered a great wrong doing if one of the clan members were to marry outside of Adunians. They may court Southerners but may never marry one.

 All members of the brides family no matter how distant are invited. 

The Stafyrs:

 All members of House Stafyr are invited 

The White Rose:

 All members of The Order of The White Roses are invited to attend and asked to be lightly armed just in case. The exception to this is Romvert, who we -should- leave out. We all know that he will get drunk and make an ass of both himself, and The Order. The decision on whether or not to leave him is ultimately up to The Grandmaster. 

The Chivays

 The Chivay Brothers are invited, as well as Lanon and Mordie. Especially Mordie. 

The Toovs:

 Tanith, her son Viyr and Baldir Toov are all invited, should he choose to make an appearance. 

The De Stolistes

 All members of House De Stolistes are invited.
(Alexander, you have to tell me what was in that Cigar) 

The Horens:

 All members of House Horen are invited. 

The Thervings:

 All members of House Therving are invited 

The Boiendl:

 *This invitation is different from the rest. It is plain white and anonymous.*
The jimmies... 

A man calls out to people who pass by, "Come join the festival! Come, come!"

OOC: Rp thread, all rules apply as usual.

There are shops, bars, and lots of games.

Weapons smith

Archery competitions

Fighting rings

and so on, be creative we won't limit whatever ideas you have of what's at the fair.

Several invitations have been delivered by hand, by bird and by Messengers. Upon opening to what seems to be a plain letter is a fine peaice of parchment written in a silver like ink. And with the waxen seal of the House Silverblade on it with the signature of Uthor Silverblade.






[[if you can not read what the picture states]]



"Greetings to All who read this letter, IF ye are reading this then ye have been invited to the wedding of Uthor Silverblade and Elene Silverwind The wedding shall be held at the Church of Lucien the 1st at the Oren settlement on the Island. The wedding shall be held on the Afternoon of the first moon day. [[1/26/13 6pm EST]]

And All Guest are being request to not bring any arms nor armor. Knights of the Lion shall be guarding the Wedding just incase if Bandits or idiots with arms show up as seen in the paste. And to keep the peace as they are oath and honor bound to do so. And Lastly there are no requirements for gifts but shall still be accepted it brought. If time allows there shall be an after party late with a variety of Wine, Sweets and foods."

"I hope ye have Safe Travels if ye may make it"

-Uthor Silverblade

The Following Letters have been sent to the following

Uthors Guests

-The Horen-Hightower Familiy
-The Chivay Brothers
-Knight Commander Black
-Lord Godwein Stafyr
-Lord Patrick Denims
-Lord Throdo Therving
-Prince Oceas of Malinor
- High Chancellor Alexander
- High Sheriff Kais
- All Silverblade Members
- Grand King Thorik Grandax
- Valen Grandax & And If wishes to Bring Grand Marshal Kjell


Elenes Guests
- Dante Flormai
- Dynasty Flormai
- Remaining Flormai Familiy
- All Current and Active members of the Malinorian Council
- Tanith Toov & Her Husband
- Titania of Malinor

A guard approaches, his hand upon the hilt of his sword.

"What ploughing business do you have barging in here, boy? 'N how the feck did you get past the guard?"

The child looks at the ground.

"I'm looking for Adeon the Hexer, ser. If you can but point me towards him I shall depart and never be seen here again."

He had tried replacing her, certainly. The only problem was that no woman seemed to be quite good enough, with some exceptions, but those were out of his reach for a variety of reasons, whether it be simple disinterest on their part or outright refusal to court him. The rejection he received from the last person he asked only served to fuel the growing anger at his circumstances boiling within him.

Jonathan got up from his seat and traveled to the grave of Elizabeth by the waterfall in Elysium. The place where he met her, and the place where they had officially become engaged. As he stared at the ground where her coffin was, an odd thought came to him. Did death necessarily have to be permanent? If her life was taken before it was time, was it truly a crime to try to fix the wrong? Some would call it heresy, but was it? No. It was simply fixing the evil that had been done and returning things to the way they should've been. No one asked her if she wished to be killed. He gave the grave a solid nod before returning to the docks and boarding the ship back to Kalos.

He had made up his mind. No matter what it took, Elizabeth Silverblade -would- walk the Earth again.

Yeah. VA update probably coming soon. More may be added to this post in time, including an explanation of what that title means..

The dirty child stares at the picture for the longest time for before shaking her head and blubbering softly to herself. Why doesn't it look like mama? Why can't she draw mama anymore?

Pocketing her chunk of charcoal, the child rises and leaves her drawing behind. She stumbles along a few minutes before finding a new tree and rock to rest at and begans drawing once more on a fresh sheet of parchment.

(On vacation. Can't sleep. Possibly have flu. Dammit!)

((PS: Sylvia got seperated from her mama.))

The crowd scattered around looking for any sign of who did this. A short dwarf in black and red armor swiftly approaches a sigh laying in the grass. The sigh reads " You can never kill the Syndicate." and nailed to it is a roughly torn red cloth.

The crowd regathers around the sigh and the more well armored citizens go off in search of the Syndicate who did this. The dwarf steps from the crowd smirking and waltzes off without being taken to much notice.

(I got distracted and was busy trying not to get caught so if anyone has any more screenshot I appreciate them for this post)

The Tlatlanni bounded through the fields, his paws battering against the ground excitedly, filled with the thrill of the hunt. He carried a hefty goblin carcass within his jaws, his eyes drawing narrower as he neared the camp of his people. His body swerved in the wind as he made a tight turn, the gates already wide open for him. As he entered the camp he stopped, little Raska at his feet looking up to him, all upset. He looked over to Miian in confusion and then back down to the kitten, kneeling and wiping a tear from its eye. He scrunched up his face as the fresh smell of orc urine filled his nose, snarling as he shook his head he returned his gaze to Miian, her ears bleeding as she hung her head.

"Leetawl wun... wyy'ah su sad?" he stepped towards her curiously, resting a paw on her shoulder. She simply shook her head, trembling as she feared to say anything in response, managing a solemn... "Wee'ah mawst leev'... nuw." All of a sudden Raska began to crawl over to the shrine of Metztli and Miian backed away from the Tlatlanni, waving her hands and warning him to stay there. His eyes set upon the notice board and then back towards the direction of the shrine. Then, with a sudden realisation, his eyes snapped back to the notice board as his jaws creaked open in horror at the sight of a dead kitten nailed to the board. The Tlatlanni for once in a long time fell silent, his emotions deterring from his body as he knew not what to make of this, what pride was there in slaughtering the defenceless.

Miian looked to the Tlatlanni, her entire being quaking in fear of what his reaction would be, she, like all the other Kharajyr was used to his roaring and bellowing. His long, black talons came from his gauntlets, plucking the nails from the board. He silently lifted the small corpse into his paws, looking down to it. His eyes closed. Miian's little eye swelled with tears as the Tlatlanni marched silently past her and towards the shrine, nothing but the rattling of his armour being carried along the wind. A large thud rumbled as the Tlatlanni fell to one knee, slowly resting the kitten upon the sacrificial altar. Raska sat there with his little paw place against Metztli's stone, hopeful that the goddess would answer the prayer of him, and all of the moon kin, to be at peace.

The Tlatlanni opened his eyes slowly, his own body shaking with emotion as he looked to Raska, for once he appeared weak. Raska pressed his little paw against the dead kitten's chest and the Tlatlanni shook his head, giving a grave glare in the form of silent, wise advise. The three Kharajyr placed their fists in their paw as they looked to the shrine, falling to silence as they prayed to the moon goddess to answer them. They had been stripped of all sense of pride, and the overcrowding of this island was beginning to take a heavy toll on their lives. Finally the Tlatlanni had risen, standing on his two feet as he arms were thrown into the air, his jaws wide as he roared up at Metztli in the Va'Khajrian tongue.

"FRO SUDRAN, FRO SICD FA CIVVAN MEGA DREC? FA YCG OUI DU YET OUIN LREMTNAH, DRA SUUHGEH LYMM VUN OUI, SEKRDO METZTLI!"

The other Kharajyr soon woke from their sleep and soon a crowd formed from the huts. Their Tlatlanni addressed them briefly and they knew what their task was. Soon the crops were torn from the ground, the soils laying bare and barren. The streams and rivers ran dry, blocked off in desperation to collect water. The masses of chickens were slaughtered and their carcasses collected in bags. The dens were smashed into as the Kharajyr desperately salvaged their own homes for materials. Even parts of the walls were torn down as the small group of pride hunters and huntresses began to abandon their camp. The camp now known as Suuc'Nuuaf, which translates roughly as moon's sorrow, was derelict. Nothing more than another ruined village by the lake, picked by the vultures. However Tlatlanni Morthawl had lied to himself, he did still have pride, the pride of his people.