Courland Recruitment.

[Gridlock 1033]

 

It was a cold morning, a light breeze passing.

The grass besides the road wore a thin cloak of frost and the sun had yet to reveal itself.

It was a silent morning, Only the steps of your horse on the hard, frozen ground were heard.

 

Come sunrise you approached civilisation, Smoke rising from the chimneys.

The grass slowly thawing beside the road, Creating a glinstering field of green.

 

As you rode into town a sudden warmth overcame you.

The soft steps of your horse turning into a loud ‘clacking’ as the road turned to stone.

 

Riding through the narrow streets, a poster meets your eye.

You halt your mount to closer inspect the poster:

 

The ducal army of Courland wants YOU.

 

Have YOU always dreamt of a millitary career?

Are YOU new to Vailor and unable to find a job?

The Courland army is looking for FIVE inexperienced men willing to dedicate themselves to be drilled into a ELITE Division within Courland’s army.

 

REPORT TO RIGA AND SIGN UP TODAY!

 

Name:

 

Gender:

 

Race:

Age:

[OOC]

Username:

Skype:

Teamspeak,

Yes/No/Willing to download:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited October 28, 2015 by Gridlock

[perses 158]

Thorburn Alexander nods to himself seeing a nearby post. He walks away, thinking tthat things in the Guard  will get even more lively soon enough.

[idiot 502]

Looks at the Poster Chuckling, "Soooo, They have resorted to propaganda have they?" he reads the rest of the poster, "Its almost as if they are desperate... Almost..."

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Looks at the Poster Chuckling, "Soooo, They have resorted to propaganda have they?" he reads the rest of the poster, "Its almost as if they are desperate... Almost..."

A cowled figure frowns at Garsto 'Spark' Leaf, the local jester.

Edited October 30, 2015 by Guck

[Vege 4804]

Looks at the Poster Chuckling, "Soooo, They have resorted to propaganda have they?" he reads the rest of the poster, "Its almost as if they are desperate... Almost..."

Percival would elevate his right arm, a stern finger fixed upon Garsto 'Spark' Leaf, muttering a single word. "Retard."

[idiot 502]

Looks at the Poster Chuckling, "Soooo, They have resorted to propaganda have they?" he reads the rest of the poster, "Its almost as if they are desperate... Almost..."

Percival would elevate his right arm, a stern finger fixed upon Garsto 'Spark' Leaf, muttering a single word. "Retard."

Garsto Would walk off chuckling to himself... and says to himself "They call /me/ a retard? Maybe they should stop these wars which they do just to get land and power? Then I can be sure they aren't one."

[Elad™ 560]

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