The Ildician Order

[Snake Plissken 637]

 

 

"Grim Garbed soldiers marching off to war,

grim garbed soldiers fighting evermore,

Pledged until death they do withstand great pain,

Forever in service to our Lord and his Thanes"

 

-A Poem sung by Adunian women in reference to the ‘grey shirts’ of the Ildician Order.

 

 

A Brief History [WIP]:

 

During the mid to late years of Adunia’s First Ildician Age, it became clear to Lord Dranan Elendil and his Council that if war were to break out amongst the clans, the Adunian Rangers alone would not possess the manpower or capability to restore peace. As a solution to this, the grand castle Maroch was built in the Northern of the Ildician Plains region, from where a standing force could easily assemble and quickly march forth to meet whatever foes would dare to clash with it. Young men from across the realm joined up with the garrison of Maroch Castle, seeking glory for their clans and the best combat education available in the realm. Due to the location of their base, the garrison of Maroch castle eventually came to be known as the Ildician Order, the primary military force of the Adunian realm. Years continued by and the order slowly grew into a grand host of footsoldiers, ready to go forth and fight for their leaders at a moment’s notice whenever it was deemed necessary, though rare was it that this day came. An age passed by with little conflict within the borders of the Realm, occasionally a Clan grew greedy and attempted to rebel against the Elendils, or a band of raiders came up across the sea from the South, looting and plundering on the Southern shores of the island.

 

Despite having little purpose of their own and rarely being called upon to serve, the Order continued on, honing their skills in combat, growing their knowledge of fighting more vast and great with every passing generation that they resided in the central plains of the Realm. Some time during the early Fourth Era a band of the Order’s best men went forth to Ildon in order to serve as the Adunian Lord’s personal bodyguard, and from here a new purpose was born for the Grey Shirts of Maroch castle. The Maighstirs began training their men more vigorously and a competition soon arose among the men. The soldiers fought hard and trained harder, trying to be recognized as a soldier worthy of protecting the Adunian Lord and his household. Only the greatest among their ranks were sent forth to Ildon, the majority of the Orders forces remaining at the castle, awaiting the day they might be called forth into battle once more. The day did come. During the early days of Lord Rydel Elendil’s reign, the footmen of the Ildician Order were called forth as the primary fighting force of Clan Elendil and it’s allies in the Great War of Al’Ildic. The men of the Order were lead by their Orhdu, Adunian High Marshal Walther Viathas, uncle to the Adunian Lord and veteran Adunian Ranger.

 

In the early days of the war he lead his men in many sieges and skirmishes against Clan Delmar rebels and their allies, working closely alongside his Ranger brethren and their Captain, Thorenir Elendil. However, Walther’s efforts to crush the rebellion were brought to a swift halt in the battle of Canmoor Canyon, where he was crushed to death beneath an avalanche of boulders released by enemy forces on the cliffs above. From this point onward in the war, Thorenir Elendil was forced to take command of the entire combined forces of Clan Elendil along with the Rangers already beneath him. Thorenir changed his side’s tactics from the point onwards, tricking his enemies into thinking they were falling back towards Castle Maroch, leaderless and without hope. He then brought the Ildicians to engage in many skirmishes about the foothills of the Irthgard Ranges, drawing the host of Delmar soldiers out of the mountains and into the open fields of the Ildician Plains. Meanwhile, Thorenir’s nephew and First Ranger Halboron lead his brothers in a number reconnaissance missions. They traversed deep into enemy territory in order to assassinate leaders of the rebellion, gradually scattering the rebel forces and leaving their armies without enough commanders to keep them in line.

 

Without giving their enemy time to recover, Thorenir pushed back into the Irthgard Ranges, taking back town after town for Clan Elendil and it’s allies. They met little resistance along the way, and were ultimately victorious in their struggle. During the final siege of Ekvol, seat if Icarien Delmar’s power, Thorenir Elendil himself lead a band of Rangers in through the city’s sewers and right to the rebel leader’s bedchamber. There Icarien was captured and forced to surrender his city to the Elendils, hence ending both the siege and the war in one swift blow. Icarien was executed in Ildon several weeks later, and the Ildician Order returned the Castle Maroch, continuing on as they always had before. No more uprisings came in the years that followed, and any raiding parties from across the sea were dealt with by the Rangers. The Order stayed in their castle, honing their skills and patiently preparing for whatever would come next. The day came, as it always did, when they were called forth from the central plains. The Undead menace had arrived on the Realm’s Easternmost shores. Overnight the Lesser Isles of Ar’Galdor were overcome and their enemy had already begun it’s ascent into the Irthgard Ranges. All Clans were commanded by High Marshal Loramyr Wallas to send forth their men to Castle Maroch in order to aid the Ildicians and Orhdu Konagan McHaryn.

 

Once assembled this force would push up into the mountains and drive back the Undead invaders, however the clansmen were too slow to send reinforcements. By the time their forces were gathered and ready to march the invaders had already taken Ekvol from Clan MacCaellach and were well into their descent through Canmoor Canyon. McHaryn lead forth his men to meet the enemy in the foothills of the Irthgard Ranges, preparing a defensive position atop what would become known as “Konagan’s ridge”, overlooking the mouth of Canmoor Canyon. By nightfall that same day the enemy were in sight of the Ildicians and the clansmen gathered at their sides, and as the sun dipped down past the horizon the two forces clashed. Arrows and balls of fire rained down out of the canyon, battering the force that stood to meet them. The untrained clansmen trembled and thought to retreat at the mere sight of their enemy, but the Grey Shirts of the Ildician Order had trained a generation for that day, and so stood steadfast atop the ridge, shields raised in the front ranks to protect the marksmen behind as they loosed volley after volley of arrows upon their attackers. Ever forward pushed the Undead horde, the bodies of their minions piling around the mouth of the canyon as Necromancers flung balls of flames above their heads, exploding as they impacted on the shields of their foes and scorching the tabards hanging down between their legs.

 

For almost an hour arrows and balls of fire flew back and forth between the opposing sides as the Undead horde slowly made it’s way out of the canyon and up to Konagan’s Ridge. When their enemy was finally upon them, the Ildicians pushed out their spears from behind the shields they held high and charged down into the horde below, each man covering the brother to his right with his own shield while the Grey Shirt to their right covered him with his own.  They held fast and pushed on down the slope for nigh on half an hour, the bodies of their enemies building up on the shafts of their spears and battering constantly against their shields. Their lines began to break, shields and spears were dropped and swords and axes took their place. The Ildician Order retreated back up onto the ridge, slashing and hacking at the vast wave of rotting meat before them. For hours more they fought through the night, being pushed back and back with every passing minute. The Clansmen that fought alongside them were first to fall, untrained and unprepared for the sheer numbers before them. Then the lowers ranks of the Order began to go, torn apart one by one by the blades of their enemies. The survivors watched as the bodies built up before them, their defeated enemies piling atop each other across the battlefield.

 

Soon no grass could be seen and they fought standing on the corpses of their fallen foes and brethren. There seemed to be no end to the horde that advanced upon them, minions continuing to flow out of the canyon, their Necromancer overlords soaring overhead, commanding them ever forward. After many hours of combat the Ildicians could hold no longer. Konagan McHaryn had fallen, his head swept from his shoulders by the scythe of a Necromancer. His son, Starke, lead the Grey Shirts and their remaining allies in the retreat, fleeing Westwards out of the hills and into the Ildician Plains. Across the open grassland they fled, running without stop hour after hour as the son rose back over the horizon, ever pursued by the horde. The soldiers eventually made it back to Maroch Castle, shutting the gates and preparing for siege. Drums of boiling tar lined the walls, ready to be poured down upon their foes, quivers were slung over shoulders and bows strung, ready for the imminent onslaught. Aerd Wilhelm Antiochus was forced to step up as Commander of the Order, spending his final hours looking out over the horizon, listening to the roars and screams of his demented Undead enemies as the horde approached. Just as the Undead were almost at their gates, Antiochus chose Starke McHaryn, son of the fallen Orhdu, to ride onwards to Ildon in order to warn Ranger Captain Halboron Elendil of the onslaught heading their way.

 

The boy tried to argue, begging he be allowed to stand and fight, but with the enemy closing in he had little time. Starke was forced to accept the task laid out before him, mounting a steed and galloping out across the plains into the Forests of Arnorian, leaving his brethren to die behind him. The siege of Maroch Castle lasted a full two days, the Ildician defenders standing proud upon the old fortress walls, firing relentlessly down upon their enemies right to the last minute. The final stand of these men bought time for Loramyr Wallas and Halboron Elendil to gather the remaining citizens and warriors of the realm to Ildon, preparing for one last defensive. The richer clanspeople took refuge in Valmere Palace alongside the Adunian Lord and protected by his Ildician guard. The lesser citizens were forced to hide in the rat-tunnels of Fort Arendor, protected only by a few Rangers who had been chosen to stay behind from the battle. All the while the Undead continued their assault on the countryside, sweeping across the plains, burning and plundering settlements and setting fire to the outskirts of The Great Forest. The Rangers and surviving warriors could only hold the capital for so long, and when the battle finally came they were overwhelmed, even more spectacularly than the Ildicians had been at Canmoor Canyon and Maroch Castle. And so it was that the defensive failed and the continent was lost, and the Ildician Order along with it.

 

Refugees made for the Southern shores of Cape Gelbor, setting sail for Aegis and other lands beyond. Starke McHaryn was among them. He lived on into the next Era, refounding his old Order under High Thane Thorenir Elendil the Second, though this was short lived as the rebellious clans of Torrhen and Lachlan were more than the men could handle. Only now, many years and several continents on, may the Ildician Order rise again.

 

Purpose and Duties:

 

The original purpose of the Ildician Order was to act as Clan Elendil’s primary military force in times of conflict and war across the Realm of Al’Ildic, later spanning out to become bodyguards of the Adunian Lord and his family. During the current Era and in the absence of a standing Ranger force, the Ildician Order has also been tasked with policing and keeping peace throughout all lands under Adunian rule.

 

Ranks:

 

Fheum - Useless

 

The rank of Fheum is the lowest that can be held within the Order. Men in this position are commonly newcomers to it’s fold and have little to no experience with combat. They are yet to fully understand Ildician purposes and principles, and as so cannot truly be considered brethren of the grey cloth. In accordance with this, neither can the Order be held responsible for their actions. To advance from this post of worthlessness, Fheums must be taken under the guidance of a Grey Shirt ‘mentor’ holding the rank of Droch or above. Fheums will then train under this teacher until such a time comes when they are allowed to ‘sit’ their trials and attempt to advance in rank. This is the only post within the Order that can be skipped if the Ildician Maighstir and/or Orhdu deem a soldier more deserving due to past experience outside of Ildician ranks. (Fheum, singular; Fheums, plural)

 

Scoh - Trained

 

 

Despite being only one rank higher than a Fheum, the Scohs of the Ildician Order are held in much higher regard. Soldiers of this rank have succeeded in their trials and sworn their oaths, being considered and respected as fully-fledged members of the Order. Despite this recognition, they are trained no less vigorously than the Fheums below them. Scohs are made to attend regular training sessions with the Order’s Maighstir and are often taken as the apprentices of a Laochru, Aerd or Orhdu for additional experience. A Scoh may only advance in rank when the Ildician Maighstir takes specific note of their progress and feels they have little more to learn from apprenticeship. (Scoh, singular; Scohs, plural)

 

Droch - Worthy

 

 

Holders of the Ildician Order’s Droch rank make up the main body of the force’s experienced fighters. No longer eligible for apprenticehood, the men of this post train only under the Maighstir, and yet separately from the Scohs below them. Droch is the lowest rank allowed to mentor the Order’s Fheums whilst they await a chance to take their trials, the practical knowledge and experience of said position deeming them worthy to assist in choosing those who may one day succeed them. (Droch, singular; Droch, plural)

 

Laochru - Elite

 

 

Only the fiercest, wisest and most experienced warriors of the Ildician Order are ever graced with the rank of Laochru. These men are no longer expected to train with the Maighstir or lower ranks of the Order, being entrusted by the Ordhu with the responsibility for keeping themselves in fighting shape. The Laochru spend most of their time studying combat rather than training in it, ever pursuing new techniques, weapons and tactics that could give the Order an edge over its foes. Their long years of service and lives of dedication mean the Laochru are not only revered within the Ildician Order, but all across Adunian society. The Laochru are the only rank within the Order entrusted with guarding the life of the Adunian Lord and his family, many among them having served as the household guards of Elendils throughout ages past. (Laochru, singular; Laochru, plural)

 

Aerd - Lieutenant

 

The Ildician Aerd is the Orhdu’s most loyal and trusted advisor. Traditionally picked from among the Order’s best Laochru, an Aerd is expected to be exceptional in both physical and mental form, ready to outthink and outperform any foe at any time. Whilst primarily an advisor, the Aerd also serves as the Second In Charge (2IC) of the Ildician Order, leading in the Commander’s absence and dealing with the more trivial issues that arise so that the Orhdu may focus his efforts elsewhere. Any man of the grey cloth graced with the posting of Aerd is one day expected to succeed his master as Orhdu of the Ildicians, urging that all his subordinates give him their utmost courtesy and respect, as he is surely deserving.

 

Orhdú - Commander

 

Perhaps the simplest position in the Order to explain, and yet the hardest to fill. The Orhdu is the supreme commander of all Ildician forces, no matter of conflict being of too great importance for his input. Oft is it seen in history that the Orhdu of the Ildician Order will also find his place serving as High Marshal of the Adunian Realm, his military knowledge and experience unmatched by all members of society, with possible exception of the Adunian Ranger Captain.

 

The specialised ranks of the Ildician Order are made up of men formerly of the Droch or Laochru. These few have been called on to serve a higher purpose for the Ildicians, each holding a specific job that the Order would fail to function without.

 

(Specialised Rank) Aermid - Medic

 

The Ildician Aermid is a combat medic. Having received the same combat training as others with his authority, this soldier has also shown expertise in the fields of medicine and healing, often sent forth to aid wounded troops in the heat of battle. It is also the responsibility of an Aermid to act as the Orhdu’s personal physician if called upon, the Commander’s health being of paramount importance for a soldier in his position.

 

(Specialised Rank) Maighstir- Master at arms

 

[To be added]

 

(Specialised Rank) Tsvelmir  - Quartermaster

 

[To be added]

 

Order Values:

 

-Loyalty is the key to success. Through patience and loyalty the Ildician Order will win back the trust broken by traitors among our kind. Loyalty to the Order and Adunian leadership is expected above all else.

-Devotion to the cause is first and foremost. Marriage is acceptable but any physical intercourse between unwed beings is punishable by expulsion from the order. We must not allow weaknesses of the flesh to interfere with our duties.

-Respect to the citizens of Adunia settlements is a must. We serve the Adunian Lord and we must respect his people.

-The Adunian Lord, Clan Elendil and Council of Thanes are the pinnacle leaders of our kin; to them we owe everything so protection of these people is of our highest priority.

- Any brother of the order who is assaulted or killed without proper reason will be avenged. Loyalty to ones own fold is a must.

-Do not gratify verbal insults or barbs with an answer, ignore their ignorance and continue. You are not so weak as to react to a verbal barb.

 

Oath of the Ildician Order:

 

I, [name], do solemnly swear to serve the Ildician Order until death or release from the binds of this vow. I shall use my skill to protect the grand leaders of the Adunia and in turn the people they lead. I shall bring honour to my race and my Order, and I shall prove myself worthy to hold a position amongst its ranks. If I am to forsake this oath, may my head be swept from my shoulders and my remains left to rot, never to join my ancestors in the lands of beyond. I swear this oath upon my life and all that I hold dear, before the leaders of our race and the [god/gods] above.

 

Joining the Order:

 

Those wishing join the ranks of the Ildician Order are required to contact either the Orhdu or Aerd with a letter of admission [post in this thread]. Said letter is required to contain the following-

 

1. Your name

2. Your age

3. Your blood (race)

4. Your clan (if any)

5. Your combat experience

6. A list of your criminal offences

 

Each letter of admission will be returned with a notice of acceptance or denial. Those accepted are requested to report to the Ildician Aerd, Orhdu or Maighstir as soon as possible in order to take up their post as a Fheum and receive all necessary equipment from the Order Tsvelmir.

 

The only alternate way of joining the Order is to be personally awarded with a position among its ranks by the Adunian Lord or member of his Council.

[Proddy 2415]

The Island man smiles the Suns Smile, and begins to sing;

 

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AaApbuHpig

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

Sir Atticus Viathas shuffles his way into town, his solemn grey eyes scanning the small farming town, so small that it is not even mentioned on most maps. The town was quiet, as usual, with the exception of the Hansetian Shepard dog barking madly at squirrels or other small wildlife. However, something had caught his eye. Placing his woven basket on the ground, he makes his way over to the poster.

 

"So its finally back with an actual Elendil, heh?"

 

A tear begins to roll down his eyes, remembering a time when he had a purpose. A time which he had felt.. at home. His trance his broken, the farmer calling for Atticus as he usually does. He stuffs the poster into his coat pocket, continuing with his day. When he reaches home, he shuffles through his small desk, finding a black piece of paper. Finding an old quill and ink, he begins to write.

 

-Your name: Atticus of Viathas

-Your age: I am about forty seasons.

-Your clan (if any): My family, Viathas, had once been a small fishing clan during the times of Rydel and Thorenir I, as what my mother told me.

-Your combat experience: I served under two Elendil lords, and was ready to serve under a third. I was a knight under the bastard Lachlan Mor, then continued my service under his eldest son and regent, Braen II. I was prepared to serve under Derrek II, but when the usurper Kayrin took power, I left my position. With this small history, I am trained in the one-handed sword (which I prefer a bastard sword) and am able to use a bow.

-A list of your criminal offences: None that I am aware of.

[Guest]

-Your name - Bërich

-Your age - 59

-Your clan (if any) I'm clanless. ((He's actually a McLeod, but is unaware.))

-Your combat experience - I was a member of them Gold Lions for awhile. I know my way around an estoc. Once, I was a snaga for Orcs for about 5 years, so I can take quite the beating.

-A list of your criminal offences - I beat King Henry of Loopshire to death with my bare hands, and assaulted Arnorian Elendil. 

[Kralek 519]

 

Sir Atticus Viathas shuffles his way into town, his solemn grey eyes scanning the small farming town, so small that it is not even mentioned on most maps. The town was quiet, as usual, with the exception of the Hansetian Shepard dog barking madly at squirrels or other small wildlife. However, something had caught his eye. Placing his woven basket on the ground, he makes his way over to the poster.

 

"So its finally back with an actual Elendil, heh?"

 

A tear begins to roll down his eyes, remembering a time when he had a purpose. A time which he had felt.. at home. His trance his broken, the farmer calling for Atticus as he usually does. He stuffs the poster into his coat pocket, continuing with his day. When he reaches home, he shuffles through his small desk, finding a black piece of paper. Finding an old quill and ink, he begins to write.

 

-Your name: Atticus of Viathas

-Your age: I am about forty seasons.

-Your clan (if any): My family, Viathas, had once been a small fishing clan during the times of Rydel and Thorenir I, as what my mother told me.

-Your combat experience: I served under two Elendil lords, and was ready to serve under a third. I was a knight under the bastard Lachlan Mor, then continued my service under his eldest son and regent, Braen II. I was prepared to serve under Derrek II, but when the usurper Kayrin took power, I left my position. With this small history, I am trained in the one-handed sword (which I prefer a bastard sword) and am able to use a bow.

-A list of your criminal offences: None that I am aware of.

 

 

 

 

-Your name - Bërich

-Your age - 59

-Your clan (if any) I'm clanless. ((He's actually a McLeod, but is unaware.))

-Your combat experience - I was a member of them Gold Lions for awhile. I know my way around an estoc. Once, I was a snaga for Orcs for about 5 years, so I can take quite the beating.

-A list of your criminal offences - I beat King Henry of Loopshire to death with my bare hands, and assaulted Arnorian Elendil. 

 

Both are accepted, please venture to glorious Adunia and seek out the leaders.

[Snake Plissken 637]

Both are accepted, please venture to glorious Adunia and seek out the leaders.

 

[Ender_Panda13 78]

Adrian had mulled over the words of his fellow Adunian, Atlas, who had told him that he should try for the position of Aermid in the Ildician Order, since he had been the old field medic back in Brom’kah, when the Adunians lived in the city. He wouldn't mind being in the order, and if he was the Aermid, it would just be like before. But he knew that it wouldn't be like before at all, he was older now, and many of his friends have died since then. Yet with age comes wisdom, and even though he wasn't practicing on people, save for the injured farmer or ill passerby, Adrian did study any and all books about medicine and medical treatments.

Adrian had chuckled to himself when he learned that the Orhdu, the highest ranking in the Order, was his old friend and mentor Eddard Armas. Back around a decade ago, Adrian guessed as to how long it has been, Eddard had made Adrian his squire and trained him rather harshly. Though now Adrian knew why he did as such.

“Just like old times, right Eddard?” Adrian says to no one but himself, his eyes filled with reminisce of the past as he picks up a fresh quill. He twirls it around his fingers as he stared down at the blank piece of paper, before dipping the tip of it into a almost full ink well.

‘I was never much of a writer’ and with that little thought and a small smirk, he begins to write.

-----

Your name- Adrian Douglas

Your age- 38

Your blood (race)- Adunian

Your clan (if any)- I was adopted into Clan Douglas when I was young, Gavin Douglas was my adopted father.

Your combat experience- Gavin Douglas made me his page when I had came of age to be one. Then when we had moved to Brom’kah, Eddard Armas took me in as his Squire, I have battle experience, I was also the local Medic for a time, to which I was given the role of Field Medic until I left the city when Kayrin came to power.

A list of your criminal offences- None as far as I am aware of.

-----

Adrian sighed as he places the quill down, and leaned back into his chair. It took quite a few tried to get the end result, which was apparent from several crumpled pieces of paper, set in a line on the window sill next to the table he had written on, he was truly not one meant for writing.

After the ink had dried, Adrian folds the letter carefully, sealing it with the crest of clan Douglas in hot wax, before placing the sealed letter into the bag that is harnessed onto the back of his personal carrier bird, one that had belonged to his father. After sending the bird off, Adrian sits back down into his chair, sighing. “I hope I do not make a mistake this time...” he says to himself, before standing up to continue his duties, someone had to take care of the fields and livestock.

[Paint 51]

 

Adrian had mulled over the words of his fellow Adunian, Atlas, who had told him that he should try for the position of Aermid in the Ildician Order, since he had been the old field medic back in Brom’kah, when the Adunians lived in the city. He wouldn't mind being in the order, and if he was the Aermid, it would just be like before. But he knew that it wouldn't be like before at all, he was older now, and many of his friends have died since then. Yet with age comes wisdom, and even though he wasn't practicing on people, save for the injured farmer or ill passerby, Adrian did study any and all books about medicine and medical treatments.

Adrian had chuckled to himself when he learned that the Orhdu, the highest ranking in the Order, was his old friend and mentor Eddard Armas. Back around a decade ago, Adrian guessed as to how long it has been, Eddard had made Adrian his squire and trained him rather harshly. Though now Adrian knew why he did as such.

“Just like old times, right Eddard?” Adrian says to no one but himself, his eyes filled with reminisce of the past as he picks up a fresh quill. He twirls it around his fingers as he stared down at the blank piece of paper, before dipping the tip of it into a almost full ink well.

‘I was never much of a writer’ and with that little thought and a small smirk, he begins to write.

-----

Your name- Adrian Douglas

Your age- 38

Your blood (race)- Adunian

Your clan (if any)- I was adopted into Clan Douglas when I was young, Gavin Douglas was my adopted father.

Your combat experience- Gavin Douglas made me his page when I had came of age to be one. Then when we had moved to Brom’kah, Eddard Armas took me in as his Squire, I have battle experience, I was also the local Medic for a time, to which I was given the role of Field Medic until I left the city when Kayrin came to power.

A list of your criminal offences- None as far as I am aware of.

-----

Adrian sighed as he places the quill down, and leaned back into his chair. It took quite a few tried to get the end result, which was apparent from several crumpled pieces of paper, set in a line on the window sill next to the table he had written on, he was truly not one meant for writing.

After the ink had dried, Adrian folds the letter carefully, sealing it with the crest of clan Douglas in hot wax, before placing the sealed letter into the bag that is harnessed onto the back of his personal carrier bird, one that had belonged to his father. After sending the bird off, Adrian sits back down into his chair, sighing. “I hope I do not make a mistake this time...” he says to himself, before standing up to continue his duties, someone had to take care of the fields and livestock.

 

 

 

High Marshall, and Ordu Eddard Armas, sits in his study. Leaning back in the chair as the bird flies into the room, and drops a letter onto his desk. His mouth opens with shock at this letter, as he lends in to rest his elbows on the table, he smiles, going to reach for a near quill and starting to write back;

 

"Dear Adrian;

 

Glad to see you back onto your feet, i hope you have thought this over wisely.

 

Accepted, Report to Ordu Eddard Armas for your duties and training

 

PS: Drop the mead will ye?"

 

He stamps down hard a wax seal onto the letter, a proud Armas eagle now in red wax seal. 

 

"Serv' 'ith honour lad.."

[Ardelenia 2]

Eagerly following Eddard's advice, Ardelenia fills out a letter as soon as he has placed a chair in his new house.

"Name - Ardelenia Benildas Turambar

Age - 19

Blood/Race - Adunian

Clan - The most likely nonexistent Clan Turambar

Combat Experience - Minor fighting during various attacks of the Scourge, but no formal training/military service. What I know, I learned out of desperation on the field of battle.

Crimes - I should hope none."

[Paint 51]

Eagerly following Eddard's advice, Ardelenia fills out a letter as soon as he has placed a chair in his new house.

"Name - Ardelenia Benildas Turambar

Age - 19

Blood/Race - Adunian

Clan - The most likely nonexistent Clan Turambar

Combat Experience - Minor fighting during various attacks of the Scourge, but no formal training/military service. What I know, I learned out of desperation on the field of battle.

Crimes - I should hope none."

Eddard sitting at his desk, in a dim candlelight study. Looks at the letter, reading it over and then throwing it aside, reaching to a new slip of paper and starting to write:

 

"Accepted, Please come to the keep to begin training and recive a weapon."

-Eddard Armas, High Marshall.

[leave me alone 995]

((is this the official military))

[Kralek 519]

((Yes, the most powerful and awe-inspiring official military order of all the server has ever witnessed. It harnesses the power of all the gods of all religions on this server. Be afraid and impressed all at once.))

[firespirit44 1323]

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