The Marked Men - School Of The Stag.

[Knighty 18]

MC Name: Hellsbane

IC Name: Varien Moore

Age: 30

Race: Human, Highlander

Minor Backstory: Varien grew up as a Northener, within a small village north of the dwarven mountains living as a hunter of game to help support the village. Wolves were a constant issue, always attacking the limited sheep stock that the villagers used for wool to help against the harsh temperature drops. At the age of 29, Varien left his village in search of a greater challenge, not sated with the monotonous lifestyle of wolven attrition. He traversed the wilds to the south, surving with what he had learnt growing up arriving at the cloud temple with little to no resources left. Spotting a poster about a hunting organisation on a nearby board, the idea of hunting monsters and foul beasts sounded like it was just the lifestyle he had been seeking.

Edited October 20, 2015 by Knighty

[Monomakhos 1837]

[!] Until further notice, the School of the Stag is now taking in initiates. [!]

Edited October 26, 2015 by Revolver Ocelot

[TavernLich 324]

IC Name: Martel

Age: 14

 

Race: Wood Elf

 

Minor Backstory: A youth besmirched with the unremarkable ability of gravitating towards unwanted trouble, his otherwise fair, sun-kissed skin is laden with scars of former abuse, serving as a testament to such unfortunate karma. With such a myriad of problems, Martel never allowed himself to be hindered to one place alone, no, instead he would live the life of a nomad, finding jobs on the side should he need to. Whether it be tending to the crippled or serving as a farmhand, he would do what was necessary, nothing more and nothing less. Due to such a “pastoralist” nature, Martel never exercised or honed his social skills unlike most children and is consequently the awkward child amongst the crowd.

[[I am sorry for double-posting but my other app was glitched, if an FM could delete that, such would be swell!]]

[Sarcof 98]

A cloaked man pauses by the board near the Marked Office in Felsen, looking it over before his eyes alight on the notice. He pulls out a piece of parchment, the edges jagged, ripped. The roll has seen an abundance of use, apparently. He unfolds the roll, taking a reed fragment that's been cut to form a pen, and an inkwell, scratching out a message, tacking it to the board however possible.

 

MC Name: Oan Frondson

 

IC Name: Sarcof

 

Age: 36

 

Race: Highlander (Human)

 

Minor Backstory: Oan grew up in a small hamlet, learning early forms of fighting from wrestling with the other boys around the hamlet and participating in fights on market days as the farmers arrived. His interest in hunting was piqued by the trio of hunters that were apt to tell stories of their hunts in a smoky room of the hamlet's tavern, the Three Hogs. Later, after he had left the hamlet, he joined the Storm Swords, receiving a crash course in sword combat, and an introduction to archery, both skills he would hone later on. He eventually heard of the Marked Men, noticing the carvings in Flotsam woods, asking about who lived in the school until he got his answer: a group of elite monster hunters. And, since then, he's been trying to join.

 

[justDEWit 133]

((Yes, again.))

MC Name: funny981

 

IC Name: Ravondir Eherir

 

Age: 175

 

Race: Mali'ame

 

Minor Backstory:

Ravondir was born to two Mali'ame merchants living in Mali'ame city. They usually went out on business, so they left him with at the armory with the people that usually stayed there. When one day they went to a business trip to the Halflings and never came back, he started to live with Calius in sorrow. So Calius trained him more and more, until he became a full grown man. (As much as a elven man can be) Ravondir lived on to Athera, wandering around and spending most of his days at the Scarlet Lotus Tavern. So when even Athera was gone, he went on to to the Mali'ame boat and met his first permanent friends, Elvira and Ramza. They went from boat to boat helping all the others the were suck, wounded, or even just old. And now, they inspired Rav to become a Cleric, so he has.

[Smaw 2368]

A hunched and grumbling Goblin edged his way toward the Flotsam Woods, bearing nout but a small parchment in his only arm. He paused for a moment, squinting at the depiction of the Stag and nodding thereafter in a languid movement. He snuck the parchment closer, before retracting from the area with haste.

The parchment would appear to be of a terrible make, with a number of tears and stains throughout. One would notice a crudely drawn stag at the bottom of this item, almost childlike in it's artistic quality. The parchment would read:

 Name: anDRew brEEDhur

Age: oLD

Race: ShARa

Minor Backstory: MI pAreNDZ wAZ kiLlED byH Orkz, aN iD iZ myH lyFV mizSIUN tUH flAT deM. Mi wUD lieKH tuH beCUHm ah mARKed mAN zoH dAT eiYH miyT kiLl dEM alLh wID daH poWAh ov dAH weAKeZt anIHmal dEre IZ, aH sTagh.

[Alfar Oakfall 5]

MC Name: adam_797

 

IC Name: Bruce Faren

 

Age: 34

 

Race: human highlander

 

Minor Backstory: Balor was born and raised in the northern wild for his parents where hunters of monsters, though at a young age he was seperated from them when dark wizards attacked them, and he found them dead on the side of a lake. After that he traveled the kingdom of oren searching for meaning to his life.

[Elad™ 550]

This current Guild has been deemed inactive and has hereby been moved. If you wish to appeal this decision you must present evidence to myself proving the guild is still active.