~ A Call To The Order ~

[dandan1350 479]

A man clad in his golden armour, a common sight amongst the elven folk walks towards the main newsboard, holding the latest of declarations and promotions. Promptly confirming his hood to cover his face, he looks about to those who continue their normal lives before clearing his throat and beginning his talks.

 

"Inhabitants of Malinor, I must come before you and do something I had hoped I would never have to do. I must plea for your forgiveness, for too long have we remaining in the shadows when we, the clerics, should have been out in the light helping those who need it. My brothers and I have long since tried to redeem ourselves but darkness still returns and casts a shadow on this town.

 

The order from what it once was has changed greatly indeed, its beliefs have faltered, its original goal tampered with. However with recent events we find ourselves in constant battle with the impurity of this world, lacking numbers and strength to contest against it we ask that any who are willing join us. 

 

Any who wish to fight beside the people of our order will be graciously accepted, but know this is no simple task at hand. We aren't looking for simple soldiers who wish to join a guard force for bed and a decent wage. We must make sacrifice, choose between who shall live and die. Our judgement can never falter, our blade never sheath. To become one of us will lead you hated, and shunned by those with darker intent, seen as corrupt and crazed soldiers with a false message. I cannot mend the wrongs we seem to have done to so many, nor deny the rumours, I only ask that you do what you believe is truly right.

 

So I ask, will you offer your blade in service of the light, people of Anthos? Or shall you continue to cower behind your wooden walls? I ask for any who have worked with me before join me, and help me fight the impurity of this world. Any who believe themselves fit to come to myself at the tavern, I shall be waiting. But in the end, I really must ask, will you forgive our absence during your time of need?"

 

The man waits for no words, simply stepping away from where he was and moving off to the tavern.

 

 

[Demotheus 651]

((can we post here or...?))

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

"You didn't want my help when I offered it so long ago, I see no reason to help you now." says man who might be Kaelys.

[Lym 849]

"No one likes black sheeps anyway." adds another man who could possibly be Kaelys' uncle Damien Hightower, Prince of Bunga.

 

/reserving spoiler for Tython

[Gemmylou 484]

A peasant shouts from the crowd 

 

"Ohhhhh Burn!"

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

"No one likes black sheeps anyway." adds another man who could possibly be Kaelys' uncle Damien Hightower, Prince of Bunga.

 

/reserving spoiler for Tython

 

"Um are you the legitimate Head Hightower in Oren?" says another man who is actually Kaelys, the man who walked away being Kaelys' Stunt double for such n time of need. "No? Ok, then cut the attitude mister." This time the real Kaelys walks away.

[Ricky 321]

((

Rickard sits in a cave the fire flickering in front of him. A cold wind rushes through the deep northern cave and Rickard's ears pick up, at the same time many blocks away Daniel gives his speech. Rickard blinks several time before shouting  "Wolf Pack! Assemble... Daniel needs us!" He grabs his pack before rushing out into the blizzard outside

))

 

In reality he does nothing but shiver a little bit. He then wonders beside contemplating where the hell he is "Hmmm... did i leave my potato in the oven before i set off?"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Ciaran Hightower has the most family values of all the Hightowers, he considers joining...

Art remembers the time he urinated on Damiens bed for kissing his now ex-wife.

[Avella of Thess 6]

The far better and much more loved black sheep of the Hightowers watches his far less interesting and much less lovable replacement black sheep (whose name may or may not be Kaelys) as he sits in his ghostly state of invisibility and calls after Kaelys' back, "Last I checked, under the so-called 'Head of House Hightower in Oren', Hightowers were nothing more than peasants." He then slips off the sign and skips off on his own, glad he's not going to get exorcised today.

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

The far better and much more loved black sheep of the Hightowers watches his far less interesting and much less lovable replacement black sheep (whose name may or may not be Kaelys) as he sits in his ghostly state of invisibility and calls after Kaelys' back, "Last I checked, under the so-called 'Head of House Hightower in Oren', Hightowers were nothing more than peasants." He then slips off the sign and skips off on his own, glad he's not going to get exorcised today.

 

"Oh, hello he who may or may not be a Ghost Hightower whom was the Blacksheep before me. You're dead, shut up."

[Agnub 605]

Garth Hightower walks past wheeling his now infirm father James Hightower in his wheelchair both wearing festive hats. The two heads of House Hightower pass out candy-canes to peasants as they pass paying no attention to the bickerings of lesser individuals.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Ciaran really needs to meet his father, damnit.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.