FOR THE WARRIORS THAT MIGHT LIVE FOREVER

[Jentos 7107]

FOR THE KNIGHTS THAT MIGHT LIVE FOREVER

 

To all the brave and bold of this physical land of the Second Age. A great prince comes about your midst, one decorated with gold, old gems at his fingers and in the most wondrous of silks that any man might die for - promising eternal strength for those pious few that might serve him.

 

 This is the Prince of Rh’thor - possessing an eternity of wisdom, and a heart of sanctity. He is one who comes from the edge of the world where the seas are black and all know no nothing but joy and wonder, and the stars do speak from above.

 

This Good Master has desire for the brave of heart, and the most triumphant of warriors to come to serve him so that he might settle the land from the eastern planes that lay unclaimed. 

Note that any seeking to pledge their blades must be of skill - and present an array of accomplishments, and possessions of proper armaments suitable of a noble warrior. 

 

So come - come - warriors of old, mighty, young, old, but worthy. Come and kneel before the Prince of Rh’thor ! For you shall be made a knight eternal. . . Of forever strength, and forever youth. This is the gift of the Good Master. 

 

Albeit its price is the blood of kings upon kings - emperors and queens, dukes and petty princes. All in the name of a Master that is Wise. 

 

Name : 

Race: 

Age: 

Past Accomplishments: 

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[Hephaestus 1317]

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ONE haggard crone of the reaches EAST-MEETS-WEST, for whom the yugas have spared not of their unjust blight, assumes pleat after pleat, and fold unto fold in the fleshy strait 'twixt her brows, bemoaning the prospect of written word, having yielded the feat of liturgic reading and writing altogether, 'till a single gaggle of discernible semantics drifts unto the waxing viridescence of her purview: RH'THOR, the bounties for which her exodus harkened to.

RETORTING, hereby, she oft beseeched a layman recount that chronicle 'fore her ears, twain –– upon which, in that very vein, the apostle registered a riposte upon her behalf:

 

Name: BATHSHEBA

Age: 43

Past Accomplishments: WARDED THE GRIP; WARDED MALAISE; WELL-VERSED IN ORAL ANTIQUITIES AND LITURGIES.

†

 

 

 

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Discord: Hephaestvs#8435

Username: Hephaestvs

 

 

[Narthok 9213]

Johnathan would emerge from a gathering of his fellows cominc across the mysterious application. Filling it out quickly he would leave it where he found it. Perhaps something would come of this curiosity?

Name : Johnathan Stroud

Race: Human

Age: Young

Past Accomplishments: innumerable conquests of blade and romance

((Discord: ye ))

((Username: Narthok ))

[Synasthima 58]

An unsure bard concluded his song, looking into his hat to collect the few mina that were tossed in. Thereafter, he found his gaze drawn to a wayward piece of folded parchment that had found its way into his hat through some sort of means. With only a small inkling of curiosity to guide his pen, the pennysinger filled out the application.
 

Name : Idneth ap Wilim

Race: Human

Age: Twenty four

Past Accomplishments: Former singer in the ranks of the famous Blood of One. Trained in both the playing of the lute and flute, along with the basics of the piano.

((Discord: Synasthima#0415 ))

((Username: Synasthima ))

[DrakeHaze. 2491]

James Fisher finds the missive intriguing and folds it thrice, storing it with plenty of his other documents in the bookshelf at the base of his staircase in his home. He takes out some fresh parchment to fill out his information and send it off!

Name: James Fisher
Race: Human
Age: 39
Past Accomplishments: Famed solicitor within the orenian empire.
((Discord: DrakeHaze#5150 ))
((Username: DrakeHaze ))

[Wand 935]

A peculiar attachment would be listed, done at the hands of two small masked creatures.

 

Name: Vaevictis
Age: 198

Past Accomplishments: Bore witness to a Burning Tree in its root form and know the shape of its brother; braved the fires of Moz Strimoza; followed a path of Shadow and Firekeeping. ⚔

 

Spoiler

Discord: wanderous#8112
Username: swandiferous

 

 

[drfate786 1639]

Name : Redacted

Race: ???

Age: ???

Past Accomplishments:

 

Bore witness to the destruction of Athera, bore witness to the fall of many, established the curse pit from which the breach and anchor was established. That which fed upon the essence of those who fell, who's earth shattered. That which tore the breach of [Redacted] into Tahn and saw despair the sons of Dungrimm and man. Bore witness and survived the destruction and corruption of Johannesburgh, which strengthened the breach. Manipulated events leading to the reformation and downfall of two Courlandic kingdoms through economic support. Culled the village of Ponce, brought low the Aldermans of Orenia. Brought low Molech and established the necropolis of Molech's folly in the last age of men, that which outlived the order itself and sew seeds of necromantic corruption into Orenia.. Seeds that last to this day.

 

Last Ibleesiarch, last member of the hidden hand. Corrupter, enslaver.. Mali'Drukii. Hidden pawn, hidden servant. Twice burnt seed of corruption. Abyssal Artificer.

 

 

 

((Discord: The Skin Taker#0640 ))

((Username: drfate786 ))

[NotAPan 472]

A certain fatigued elf submits this parchment in desperate hopes that he can once more serve a master. No longer will he be without a purpose, he thought.

 

Name : Noel

Race: High Elf

Age: 343

Past Accomplishments: Sat through many realms, returned from death, a past leader of a small mercenary group, and a retired soldier of Oren.

((Discord: Pan#9864 ))

((Username: _Pan ))

[Norman Osborn 247]

Stefan Vladimirovich lay asleep in the barracks of the modest yet fortified keep of House Carrion, certainly a promotion for the Dobrovian footsoldier when contrasted to his destitute abode dug beneath the hamlet's granary. Rising from his bedroll and the slumber which confined him to it, that Raev bore witness to this strange parchment, pinned to the castle's wooden infrastructure. With the assistance of one local esoteric Saevel, the literately challenged strelt pieced together a response.

 

Name: Stefan Vladimirovich 

Race: Human

Age: Twenty six winters

Past Accomplishments: Put my sword through a Herald of Azdromoth, fought through the Tenth Nordling War, scourge of all Elf fornicators in Orenia.

((Discord: Suit#7207))

((Username: Suitblade))