StingyParrot

Standing tall and proud, awash with light, the armored figure of Myrios would reach out with a silver gauntlet, welcoming Marcel into the Seven Skies. "Ihr watch is over - well done. Wer Rastet, Der Rostet."

"Wouldja look at that, I'm in - Neat!" Arakawa waves a copy of the announcement at his pet chicken, smiling. "Hopefully I'll be able t' make it to some of the meetings - My studies often dictate otherwise." His enthusiasm unmarred by this realisation, he quickly resumes his work, flipping through books on Atronachs.

"Ooh. I really should get involved in this - if naught else the battlefields would make for a neat painting." A journeyman mage then pulls a sheet of paper from his drawer, setting his quill just next to it, before briefly disappearing into his basement to procure a pair of gauntlets. "Mmmh. Yes, these'll do, I think - " That goosefeather quill was then swept up, the nib dipped in green ink, and Arakawa began to write. . .

In my limited opinion, as I've only been here for a year or so - It's unfortunate that banditry and highway-thievery has had its fine legacy marred by those only in it for the 'precious pixel items' etc. Bandit roleplay is still roleplay and thus must be engaging for both parties, unsavoury as it is to have your belongings stolen. Even if your character has no other intention than to separate their victim from their Mina or items, I think that the bandit should be at least interesting to interact with/fight.

NOTE: Timezone is GMT+11, hopefully this won't cause too many complications Username: StingyParrot Persona Name: Arakawa Persona Age: 30 Place of Residence / Street Address: Hohkmat, Fate's Path II Seat you are running for (ex. The People's seat of Val de Lagne): The People's Seat of Nortrebanc

This is cool!

Arakawa pins the missive up in his attic, next to a few blueprints of his - one seemed to depict the inner workings of a pocketwatch. "Neat." Muses the Oyashi. "Props to the Shugo for getting all this done." Humming a quiet tune, he goes back to his work at a paper-laden desk.

Myrios Veiel watches 'pon the gathering from high, high above - smiling quietly to himself. "Ah. Gutte to see the family back together once more. . ."

"Neat. Good thing Hohkmat's doing all this diplomacy an' stuff. Otherwise we'd probably be raided sooner than not. . ." Muses Arakawa, from within the attic of his home in Hohkmat. Nearby, sitting in a comfortable nest, sits his pet chicken, opening its beak as his master speaks. "Jus' wish I could've been there."

Somewhere in the Seven Skies. . . Myrios' face displayed a wide grin at the news, the former Ritter of St. Tylos more than proud of the emergence of Reinmar and of the Host of St. Johann. "Wer Rastet, Der Rostet."