Seeking Architects And Builders

[Raptorious 1899]

*A small Raevir gardener runs around the Kingdoms of the Empire, branching out down to the south to the Dwarven city of Kal'Ithrun, posting notices and telling everyone of their contents.*

 

By request of the Lord Maric Varodyr, Baron of Cyrion, Lord Marshal of Renatus, Lord of the Manor, Knight of the Order of Saint Amyas and Defender of the Faith.

 

Any architects and builders must send letters to the Lord Varodyr, currently residing in the Krelmstad in Kralta, should they so choose to take part in the project of building the illustrious Manor of the Lord Marshal of Renatus.

 

With the destruction of the Manor of the legendary Silverblades, named Artia Argentum, the Lord Varodyr has been granted that land to rebuild a Manor so that he and his family may reside within it. The manor will be tall and grand, a memorial to the great Uthor Silverblade constructed and a system beneath the building itself.

 

If you believe that you are up to this task, you shall be payed in both steel and golden Horens, by the Lord Varodyr and the civil treasury.

 

Scribed by Borislav the Gardener

Signed and sealed by Maric Varodyr

 

 

((OOC MESSAGE HERE

 

Ok so I need an architect/builder essentially to build my manor. If you want to do it or whatever, please send me or post screenshots of past builds etc, just so I get a feel of your style and whatnot.

 

I do have a few specifications for the manor so it wont be a "go off and do what you want with it " kind of thing.

 

So just write an RP letter here, one or two lines will do, then just post some screens below and I'll get back to you ASAP))

[BathRugMan 564]

*A young man, tired after a long day of work whistles whilst running one arm into his once neat, dark hair, his other hand clutching a freshly picked green apple.  His noble attire, dusty and stained flaps against his nimble frame, yearning to get it's wearers attention, but he pays no heed. Throwing the apple into the air and taking a bite into it when he catches it, Beltran De Stolistes eyes the poster, biting into the flesh of the fruit while reading it. Shifting his body a little, the money bag attached to his waist smacks against the dusty cloth near his thigh, barely producing a jingle. Beltran eyes the poster and rubs the once container of many coins, smacking his lips in satisfaction of the now discarded apple. Taking out his pocket pen and manuscript, Beltran writes down a few lines on the rough parchment and hurriedly walks off to find a post office.*

 

((Hello! I'm BathRugMan, playing the character Beltran de Stolistes, for info and screenshots of my builds, here is a ready made package in the form of an ET app. :D http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/97730-bathrugman-event-team-application-builder/))