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Ashes To Embers, 1783


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     Heavy rain befell the town of Owynsburg, drenching any man found outside the comfort of home. If one were to look upon the Drumm Hall in this moment, all that could be seen would be a cold, unfeeling facade hiding a mountain keep. Deep within its atrium, however, the hearth burns bright as a meeting of red-clad folk convenes. Discussion on the acquisition of an arsenal entrenches the gathering, rumors of abandoned caches heretofore having borne no fruit.

 

Suddenly the warm atmosphere of the hall is broken as the outer doors are pushed open by an aging, red-haired veteran.

“A late arrival, landser?” rasped the grizly man at the head of the table.

”Indeed, my apologies,” the landser would take his seat at the table, tuning in on the discussion.

Disregarding the newcomer, a similarly clothed man would interject, ”The sewer cache was never likely, we were foolish to go after it!” The table would erupt into debate, all the while the unpunctual landser sat silently, formulating a rather clever plot.

”Cease, I believe I know where we can obtain our arsenal.”

 

     Upon the dawn of the next morning, the skies were clear. If one were to inspect the inner sanctums of the Drumm Hall, they would find it empty, hastily departed far before the stars abandoned the sky in the wake of the Sun. Far away, at the foot of the Fennic Mountains were that red-clad order, being led to an abandoned fort secluded from trespassers and forgotten by time. Its yellow and black adorned palisades would be crumbling, years of abandonment taking their toll. Deep within those forsaken halls, a treasure trove of weapons and armor lay dormant no longer. Piles of longswords, crossbows, and tower shields would be piled into wagons by the mysterious scarlet robed men, their giddy exuberance stifled by the stiff secrecy of this operation. Before noonday, the arsenal had been stowed in carts and wagons, wheeled to the Drumm Hall’s armory posthaste. 

 

THE FLAMENIC ORDER OF SAINT ROBERT

In Service to the Priory of Saint Robert

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13th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1783

 

 


MISSION

The Flamenic Order is a brotherhood of like-minded individuals dedicated to protect the churches, faithful, and shrines they see fit. Trained in traditional Kaedreni swordsmanship, The Order is well equipped to dispatch those converse to their cause.

 

RECRUITMENT

Should any able-bodied fellow seek enlistment in the Order, they ought to further a notice to the Order’s address. It is reccomended, however, that one ensures their eligibility, the pretenses of which follow;

 

One must be of pure, unfaltered lineage.

One must profess the Canonist faith.

One must disregard the degenerative tendencies of lesser beings.


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Full name: Toni Talhoffer

Age: 26

Experience: Ex-trapper, Military veteran

Race: Human
 

[OOC] Username: Jagdkatzchen

[OOC] Discord: Jagdkatzchen#1890

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Full name: Sundara Adlynn
Age: 43
Experience: Gardener and material gathering
Race: Snow Elf

[OOC] Username: Fire601
[OOC] Discord: lexi#8790

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Full name: Zeff Brunox

Age: 25

Experience: Combat and gathering materials

Race: Orc
 

[OOC] Username: AceClaude

[OOC] Discord: acee#5446

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23 hours ago, BlueFortune said:

Full name: Helena Tasker

Age: 19

Experience: Ex-Farmhand, Hunting Experience, training in Herbalism and Alchemy

Race: Human
 

[OOC] Username: Mugimu

[OOC] Discord: Mugimu#9866

 

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