Frenchless_fry

The Ferrywoman braided her hair for another victory “My battle buddy would be proud, I believed in myself!”

We exist

IGN: Frenchlessfry DISCORD: BelgianFry CATEGORY: Visual Arts TITLE OF YOUR PIECE: She-Ra https://imgur.com/gallery/she-ra-NXDxR8E

Camille Van Aert sat in the Prince's Anchor Pub tavern sipping on the first prototype of Réserve Du Guerrier "Well, I suppose it is time to meet this Caius Mareno."

As Nor’asath awakens, the hearts of both artist and warrior ascend, seeking a test for both. Beneath our illustrious tavern, the Primarch calls for blades to sing and talents to be tested. Within three elven days festivities and a tournament of Malinors finest talents will be hosted within Nor’asaths underground arena. [Friday July 29th at 6:00 EST] Gambling Food Music And Combative sport [Pvp tournament] Prizes are given to first and second place winners Contact BelgianFry#5258 if you wish to get a spot on the roster

Lavi Igne'sae puts on her shades. "Its party time"

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction

Im ready for retirement

Lavi Igne'sae snores through the bandana.

Lavi Igne'sae tightens her blue headband "perfect timing"

Lavi Igne'sae cleaned orc blood off of her Silan'siol armor "A victory against orcs and a victory for elven unification"

I went to the aquarium not too long ago. There was a fish with a giant forehead kinda looks like you ngl.

Lavi Igne'sae sharpened her blades. "here we go again."

An obese capybara waddles its way towards you with a letter.. "Meet with me in person by the two moons tavern and we shall discuss further on your enlistment. -Lavi Igne'sae"

Get used to it

Lavi Igne'sae points to her name "hey thats me."

Lavi Igne'sae donned the teal bandana, tightening it around her head. She placed a tomahawk back in her belt loop and hopped on the back of her mighty steed. "One day I will return to pick up my blade once again, but when I do I am bringing Lyulen back with me." She rolled up the missive and made her way into the artic tundra to find her missing friend.

Lavi Igne'sae sharpened the blade of her tomahawk and tied a blue headband around her head "hmm haven't we been here before?"

Thank you for being an awesome friend Danny. You really have helped me out during my time in the Ferrymen and Myrine and I am so glad that you are moving on and enjoying life. One day I'll visit the cool taco shop :D but thank you for the amazing time and the laughs. Remember when nothin is shaken bacon to say not a thing chicken wing.

Having already spoken, this enlistment form is accepted and filed away.

Having already spoken, this enlistment form is accepted and filed away.

A fat capybara makes its way towards you carrying a letter before dropping it at your feet and moving on to the next. "Meet with me in person by the Two Moons tavern and we can discuss further on your enlistment." -Lavi Igne'sae A fat capybara makes its way towards you carrying a letter before dropping it at your feet and moving on to the next. "Meet with me in person by the Two Moons tavern and we can discuss further on your enlistment." -Lavi Igne'sae

Silan’siol The Silan’siol is the martial backbone of a newly reunited Mali’ker. With the kinstrife of competing Mali’ker principalities upon the shores of Arcas, the unity and power of the Mali’ker withered and fragmented. With the founding of the Principality of Nor’asath, the regathering Mali’ker may at last raise steel with each other, rather than at each other. No longer do Mali’ker fight and die in the service of foreign descendants; now, they march for their own people, and for their Elven allies. As the Dual Principalities of Fenn and Nor’asath prepare to march to war in Malin’s name, a professional army must be formed and trained, that the banners of Nor’asath shall be carried forward by steadfast and tactful hands upon the field of battle. From White Rose murderers to High Elven slavers, descendant-kind has long disparaged and culled the Dark Elven people. Their scions shall soon see just how formidable Mali’ker-at-arms can be. The Sableguards The soldiers that have passed their basic training and graduated beyond the ranks of the Neophytes are called Sableguards. They are the rank and file of the Silan’siol The Nightblades Soldiers that have proven their combat prowess and leadership during tenures in the Sableguards rise to the ranks of the Nightblades, who serve as general officers responsible for holding trainings, logistics, and commanding in and out of battle. The Onyxchief The Onyxchief is the commander of the Silan’siol, and serves upon the Council of Nor’asath. Their command of the Silan’siol is second only to the Prince of Nor’asath; outside of the Dual Principalities (and within them during times of war), they are also beholden to the High Sentinel of the Ivae’fenn and the Prince of Fenn. From left to right: Sableguard, Nightblade, Onyxchief Awarded armor Alternate armor for Nightblades and the Onyxchief, to be awarded by the prince for specific acts of bravery on the battlefield Strategies and tactics The Silan’siol trains their warriors in all forms of weaponry. When battle comes upon the horizon, the soldiers of the Silan’siol are allowed to choose where they will fall in Cavalry, Infantry and Archers. The vast majority fight as infantry, and outside of formations. Calvary follows the warhawke ways of bokolo riding. Using heavy cavalry in the front they face the brunt of the attacks while the light cavalry splits off behind them to pick off opponents. Infantry and archers hold in the back behind the cavalry. A standard infantry soldier is armed with a glaive and a shield, though many wield weapons of their choice. Archers are armed with longbows. Unlike other Elven armies, the Silan’siol rarely wield formations. Formations form the core of any army, but they can often be difficult to maneuver, and rigid. The Silan’siol fight best as individual fighters, relying on personal skill and the support of their comrades. Oath I, (Rp name) seek to honor you with this offering so that you may bless my oath to my people. I will continue to honor you with my actions in defense to those around me. I carry a weapon, not for the pleasure of taking a life but to acknowledge that to do so in the name of protection is my duty and my burden. I will act in a way that honors those that came before me, those who stand beside me, and those who will come after me. I bear this burden of a life of violence so that those I love may live in peace. Those who fall by my hand will bring the honor I wish for, but so will those who live by my actions. A Nightblade stands in front of you, holding parchment in one hand and a short stick of charcoal in the other. It reads as follows: Name: Age: Gender: Race: (OOC) Username: Discord: Timezone

Aramis Lavigne falls through the void very much alive "how strange.."

Sarillah looked to the empty city as the rally easily walks in "There is no one here! What a surprise!"