The Marked Men - Monster Hunters For Hire

[ScreamingDingo 17028]

The bird travels along the mist covered sky, it being a black messenger crow, its wings covered in light snow as it approaches Gerald. Gerald then waits for the bird to get to him, he reaches to its talons and pulls off the letter, unraveling it. The gruff northerner sighs as he reads the letter, shaking his head. "Ol' Adeon knows I ahm active, bloodeh fawker is chasin' our new lead wit' me." He then chuckles, looking outwards to the peaks

"A bit cold 'ere, eh?" Gerald sighs, muttering to himself as he sits on the snowy platform, various stones surrounding him, with tomes also littered in the inside of the stone circle. "I guess I gotta attend dis meetin', per'aps I'll beh able tah train some newbloods soon. Only da Creator will 'ope."

The man adjusts his legs, closing his eyes as the snow continues to fall, his sword laid infront of him as he meditates.

[Lvke 1000]

Morris approaches Aldesberg, clothed in most of a bear, and holding the remains of an axe. He grumbles to himself, swearing loudly from time to time as he nears the town, forewarning his approach.

[Altiak 1648]

((This guild is by far one of the best to be in on LoTC. The roleplay they engender is not only entertaining, but also memorable and unique. Furthermore, my OOC experiences with the Marked have always been enjoyable because of their welcoming, down-to-earth, and intelligent attitude. I recommend this group to any who seek ~immersive~ roleplay and suggest you give it a chance!))

[leave me alone 993]

((This guild is by far one of the best to be in on LoTC. The roleplay they engender is not only entertaining, but also memorable and unique. Furthermore, my OOC experiences with the Marked have always been enjoyable because of their welcoming, down-to-earth, and intelligent attitude. I recommend this group to any who seek ~immersive~ roleplay and suggest you give it a chance!))

((yeah i agree, and altiak is a guy you can trust))

[Overland 339]

"'ail! Anyone 'ere?"

The sounds of a lone man echoed forth throughout Aard Kaer, though no response reached his ears.

"Are tae Marked Men in t'ere?"

Once again, the figure made a beckoning call once more, though it was to no avail. His shouting soon turned to a audible grumble.

"Must 'ave moved..."

 

Seemingly defeated, the man by the name of Wallace, made his way down the steps. He knew another day long walk was ahead of him. Though thankfully the weather was rather clear, with only cool breeze flowing over the frozen peaks that fortified Aldersberg, a sign that winter was soon approaching. So his quest began once more.

 

The first destination was Petrus, to which he received no adequate response for his questions. The result was similar down as he traveled down the Stone Road, until he decided to divert towards Leuvaarden. It was in this town that his curiosity was then sated.

"Near tae Elves? Wot a strange location."

 

Nevertheless, Wallace's persistence was yet to die, even as incoming rain attempted to make him seek shelter. It was too late to give up over such petty weather.

And before long, the base appeared to rise from behind the road. It seemed simple, like his response:

"Finalleh."

 

Credits to SnowSkadi (http://snowskadi.deviantart.com/)

[Hákon góði 44]

MC Name: WhiteRoseAlt

IC Name: Romulus Avius

Age: 36

Race: Human

Minor Backstory:

 

Romulus was born during the collaspe of the Chivay Empire in Athera. Born in the capital, Petrus, he lived in a small house with hay for a roof, and had in no way a rich of successful family. His father was a farmer, who worked the fields near Aldersberg, and his mother was a mere peasant who teneded to the house. Growing up as a child, he developed skills and unique ideas. His father called him a 'creative lad', who had a wide imaginiation. He wanted to be a Knight when he turned 15, so he went to his local library and studied for many months to come, reading about the battles of the Dreadfort, and major events in Oren History. After a while he developed a 'loyalist' trait towards the Kingdom, and sought out as a military man by the age of 20, a week after his father died. Working for a local Levy, he trained for battles, skirmishes, anything they could throw at him, but no battle ever came.

 

Depressed, he left Oren, looking for a new work and pay. After weeks of walking along the highways of Athrea, he ended up at a local recruitment stand for a Merc. company. Interested, he happily applied to it. With a great ambition for fighting, he was keen to get trained. A few days later he arrived at the Merc. headquarters, where he was given shelter and food, plus training. He really enjoyed being a sellsword, unlike his later goal of being a knight it was more successful.

[The Marked 25]

MC Name: WhiteRoseAlt

IC Name: Romulus Avius

Age: 36

Race: Human

Minor Backstory:

 

Romulus was born during the collaspe of the Chivay Empire in Athera. Born in the capital, Petrus, he lived in a small house with hay for a roof, and had in no way a rich of successful family. His father was a farmer, who worked the fields near Aldersberg, and his mother was a mere peasant who teneded to the house. Growing up as a child, he developed skills and unique ideas. His father called him a 'creative lad', who had a wide imaginiation. He wanted to be a Knight when he turned 15, so he went to his local library and studied for many months to come, reading about the battles of the Dreadfort, and major events in Oren History. After a while he developed a 'loyalist' trait towards the Kingdom, and sought out as a military man by the age of 20, a week after his father died. Working for a local Levy, he trained for battles, skirmishes, anything they could throw at him, but no battle ever came.

 

Depressed, he left Oren, looking for a new work and pay. After weeks of walking along the highways of Athrea, he ended up at a local recruitment stand for a Merc. company. Interested, he happily applied to it. With a great ambition for fighting, he was keen to get trained. A few days later he arrived at the Merc. headquarters, where he was given shelter and food, plus training. He really enjoyed being a sellsword, unlike his later goal of being a knight it was more successful.

 

 

Under consideration. Please report to Kaer Aedirn for a proper evaluation.

[Anawkin 247]

MC Name: Ripper101

 

IC Name: Olo Blackfoot

 

Age: 35

 

Race: Halfling

 

Minor Backstory:

Born to a family of lesser holdings in the halfling community, Olo aspired to be a farmer in his boyhood, but in his later years he began to take a liking for archery after a fateful encounter with a ranger of the Mali. This lead to a keen interest in hunting for Olo, at first it started with small game such as pheasants and squirrels, but he later pursued larger game and eventually it spiralled to monsters. He now lives as a wanderer along the many roads of Athera, paying visits to towns only for a few nights as he tracks whatever creatures have crossed his path.

[Romulus_ 0]

MC Name:

ace134

IC Name:
Renart Getian

Age:

23

Race: 

Human

Minor Backstory:

Renart was raised by a group of bookkeepers and scholars, who gave him a good education. At a young age he took an interest in military tactics and combat in general, he began to learn both by the book and by the sword, although due to his slim and weak build he was never able to wield large swords and was restricted to using smaller, lighter swords. After leaving home he sought work in minor military organisations as a tactical adviser and sometimes in dire situations, another sword on the field of combat. He spent his late teens and early twenties seeking further employment as a tactician.

((Sorry, this is a new character so I don't have the largest amount of backstory that is relevant to the organisation))

[The Marked 25]

MC Name:

ace134

IC Name:

Renart Getian

Age:

23

Race: 

Human

Minor Backstory:

Renart was raised by a group of bookkeepers and scholars, who gave him a good education. At a young age he took an interest in military tactics and combat in general, he began to learn both by the book and by the sword, although due to his slim and weak build he was never able to wield large swords and was restricted to using smaller, lighter swords. After leaving home he sought work in minor military organisations as a tactical adviser and sometimes in dire situations, another sword on the field of combat. He spent his late teens and early twenties seeking further employment as a tactician.

((Sorry, this is a new character so I don't have the largest amount of backstory that is relevant to the organisation))

 

 

MC Name: Ripper101

 

IC Name: Olo Blackfoot

 

Age: 35

 

Race: Halfling

 

Minor Backstory:

Born to a family of lesser holdings in the halfling community, Olo aspired to be a farmer in his boyhood, but in his later years he began to take a liking for archery after a fateful encounter with a ranger of the Mali. This lead to a keen interest in hunting for Olo, at first it started with small game such as pheasants and squirrels, but he later pursued larger game and eventually it spiralled to monsters. He now lives as a wanderer along the many roads of Athera, paying visits to towns only for a few nights as he tracks whatever creatures have crossed his path.

 

 

Both applicants are sent a brief yet neatly written reply made out in black ink on a small roll of parchment.

Under consideration, report to Kaer Aedirn and speak with any veteran brother to advance the process.

[The Marked 25]

-The Gathering of 1495-

 

Over the course the next two months those who still follow the path are required to report for a meeting concerning the future of our brotherhood, Kaer Aedirn is an appropriate location for such an occasion. Any potential initiates who have not yet met with the leadership of the brotherhood would find this a perfect opportunity to confirm their position in the brotherhood and undergo the ceremonies. This will also be taken as an opportunity to take a headcount. Any who do not attend the meeting and do not send a letter explaining the reason for their absence will be deemed to be missing in action.

[mpcommander1 0]

MC Name: mpcommander

IC Name: Edward Greentree

Age: 24

Race: Human

Minor Backstory: Born into a family with four other brothers, Edward has grown to be quite the competitive young man. He has trained for several years in how to use a rapier, and /falsely/ believes himself to be the greatest swordsman in the world. Now he seeks to make a name for himself, and after 'banishing' a graven, he believes the best way to do it is to become one of the marked men.

[Dohvi 622]

The sound of a great many trees blowing in the growing wind, and the noise of waves crashing against land were the only sounds to be heard in what was once the town of Aldersberg. As storm clouds approached from the horizon, a group gathered where the Aldersberg docks once stood. They had long since been removed, along with all the ships that rested in those waters. All but one.

 

Anchored close to shore, the Ebony Glider was ready to depart on her voyage. No cheers of excitement nor eager shouts were heard though. The atmosphere of the assembled men was nothing but sombre. All had known the day was approaching, but that didn't make the farewells any easier. 

 

With the storm clouds growing ever closer, they knew the time had come. If they delayed any longer, the ship would be consumed by violent seas. Brothers in arms, but no longer unified, half the men boarded the ship while the others watched from shore. Joining the ship's sailors was the leader of the company, the White Wolf himself, clad in black leather. The old Sparrow stood by his side, once an emperor of men, now a hunter of beasts. Two more joined them, both sharing a resemblence only family could provide. The larger of the pair followed with unwavering loyalty, while the other - with regret and uncertainty. The swordsman followed close behind, ready to follow the wolf to the edge of the world if needed.

 

From the shore, three high elves and a human bid farewell to their brothers. The disfigured human, a grizzled veteran and paladin of Xan. One elf clad in armor, using it to conceal the frame of a mage. The next stands waving slowly, dressed far too formally for such an occassion. The leader of the group at shore had donned the black leather of his order, and stood with long hair blowing in the wind. All had obligations to stay, some with more regret than others. 

 

Two among their number were missing, something that did not escape notice. The master-trainer had departed ahead of the rest, already waiting at their destination. The archer was missing, and unable to be contacted. The time to depart had arrived, and waiting was no longer an option. 

 

Soon the anchors were raised and the sails were unfurled. As they caught the strong wind from the approaching storm, the brothers at shore watched on. The voyage had begun. The Marked Men had left for Aeldin, answering the call of the Sparrow.

 

((Education takes priority, and we've agreed it's best to put the guild on pause. I'm locking this and moving it to inactive guilds until school holidays/we're ready to continue.))