Seahelm Guard Service Application

[Demon_Warlord 16]

Recent Threats have been made Towards seahelm this has led me to make a open application for a guard service here in Seahelm  You will be paid for your service of course and if you need a home we have  many to offer!

    ((Application Format))

     OOC Info

     Can you skype:Yes/no if yes skype name

      Age:

      Do you need gear:yes/no

      Rp info

      What skills do you have?

      Do you need a home?:Yes/no

      Are you skilled more with a sword or with a bow?

      Are you a good leader or good at taking commands?

 

Please consider joining the Seahelm guard! it is open to anyone who is a legal citizen of oren!

                                        

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Kunta the Farfolk, placed into the care of an abusive High Elf, gets hopeful for a brief moment, sounding out the letters of each word before coming to the final part. It is not until he reads over the part about being a legal citizen that his head droops, returning back to his forced occupation.

[Demon_Warlord 16]

2 minutes ago, Nolan 诺澜 said:

Kunta the Farfolk, placed into the care of an abusive High Elf, gets hopeful for a brief moment, sounding out the letters of each word before coming to the final part. It is not until he reads over the part about being a legal citizen that his head droops, returning back to his forced occupation.

Do not Feel Saddened. You can apply easily and i promise you when you do i will be glad to have you in the guard! You can apply with this!

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/145568-imperial-citizenship/?page=1

 

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

Lefkos laughs

 

"A dead city."

[CheekyNolan 5420]

11 minutes ago, Demon_Warlord said:

Do not Feel Saddened. You can apply easily and i promise you when you do i will be glad to have you in the guard! You can apply with this!

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/145568-imperial-citizenship/?page=1

 

Kunta looks about frantically, covering his ears and squinting his eyes shut to make the voices in his head stop. His long-eared master lurches from his seat with a scrape of the legs, snatching up the close by whip before cracking it before the one-eyed Farfolk. Today was a bad day for poor Kunta.