Jordan1921

[[OOC]] Username: Jordan1917 Discord: Jordan1921#5143 [[RP]] Full Name: Relevas Vuln'miruel Race: Mali'ame Age: 23 Why do you wish to join?: To defend my home and those I care about. Are you a citizen of Elvenesse?: Yes

Calan Stahl-Elendil received the news with shock. He'd been a hermit for years now and he expected the world to be exactly the same when he finally emerges as when he left it. Upon hearing of the death of his friend, he knew that wasn't the case. Having received Casper's final letter to him, Calan clutches it firmly in his grasp and his vision blurs with tears. "I'm sorry I was not there for you Casper, at the end..."

Hogarth Irongut's ghost smiles down upon Urguan from Khaz'A'Dentrumm. "Ah loike t'ose twuh, ah 'ope their marriage es ah 'appeh un."

Amid the hustle and bustle of Tuvmas Day, those with time to look at posts and noticeboards see a small red flier with a poem written on it. The flier reads: A Visit from St. Tobias by Calan Stahl-Elendil A poem dedicated to the Imperial Palace of Augustine, and to my newly retired father Jonah Stahl-Elendil. ‘Twas the night before Tuvmas, when all through Augustine The servants, staff, and residents went through their routine Servants sang songs whilst wreaths they hung They roasted chestnuts that were hot on the tongue Of the palace children, their eyes aglow From how Tuvmas lights shone on snow Good gifts and treats they did aspire For this they wore their best attire And acted on their best behavior Hoping their parents would come be their saviors But the soft sound of the winter night Ended with a crash that put the kids affright Servants searched all corridors For any trouble, they even searched on all fours But nothing was found out of place or habit Besides a child’s favorite plush rabbit Then a noble opened the dining room doors Out from that room came light in scores For St. Tobias crashed his sled With a boom, a strike that gave all dread But once the children saw They rushed in with awe For the tables were covered in goose, turkey drizzled with gravy And potatoes, carrots, and peas with butter sauce wavy But the true sight worth note Was St. Tobias, whose belly did bloat Under his brown robes, he was very austere He smiled and winked to onlookers before snapping at his deer Whoosh went his red carriage To give to good Canonists homes bound by marriage But all through the Palace Residents raised their chalice To great St. Tobias, a giving monk so pious That he gives to all without bias So remember your family, no matter they bicker or boast And remember the servants, give them a toast And all good Canonists deserves a cheer On this, a most wonderful new saints year

Calan gives his father a pat on the back when he sees him. "You've done an excellent job dad, let no one doubt that. You've made me and our family extremely proud." he smiles. "Enjoy your retirement!"

Calan Stahl-Elendil spots a poster while walking around Providence smoking a pipe. "Ah lovely, I've been meaning to speak to James. I haven't talked to him in years..." he mutters to no one in particular. "Maybe Casper will want to go with me."

RP Name: Calan Stahl-Elendil MC Name: Jordan1917 Voted: Yes 🙂

NAME > Calan Stahl-Elendil DISCORD > Jordan1921#5143 USERNAME > Jordan1917 POSITION AND SECTION > Writer, World, Life MISCELLANY >

Application:Username: Jordan1917 Character Name: Calan Stahl-Elendil Age: 40 Area of Interest/Skill: Playwright, I also wrote some books. Also willing to learn other skills like painting. Level of Knowledge: (This will help us determine your ranking within the guild.) I would say I am a Journeyman writer.

The Couple of Corncob A ‘Short’ Comedy in Three Acts Inspired by the noble Halfling people and their culture. The debut play written by Calan Stahl-Elendil! All locations and people are fiction. Any similarity between characters and the people of Arcas is a coincidence. This play is dedicated to Yuliya Styrne and my father, Jonah Stahl-Elendil. Cast Dobrizhitsky Novikov - An older, stoic Raevir gentleman and commander of his village’s guard. Married to Magnolia Waters. He has dark graying hair, a thick mustache and wears armor or traditional Hanseti attire. Magnolia Waters - A young woman with green eyes and brown hair. She has a loose spirit but she is anxious to please her husband, Dobrizhitsky. Old Man Cob - A crusty old Hobbit who is the village’s sheriff and the adoptive father of Magnolia. He is a wise Hobbit with long white sideburns and a green hat with a feather on it. He holds a wooden quarterstaff and speaks in a rural accent. ACT ONE SCENE ONE SCENE TWO ACT TWO SCENE ONE ACT THREE SCENE ONE SCENE TWO SCENE THREE

On a humid cavern day Dimlin Irongut would spot a letter perched on the floor near his doorstep. The letter would read: For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under Khaz’A’Dentrumm. A time for Anbella and a time for Dungrimm. A time to dig and a time to collect. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to smith and a time to brew. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to drink. Dimlin, by the time you are reading this I, Hogarth Irongut, will be on the cold mountains of Urguan. Do not search for me if you expect a Dwed still breathing. By the time you read this I will be gone from this world. Know that whatever possessions I have left, which are not many, I leave to you. I trust you with my legacy, whatever that may be. I went into the mountains to find peace with our Gods. My time has been spent reading the holy texts, meditating, and chanting. I hope that the Brathmordakin deem me worthy of a high price at the auction. Perhaps I could even gain a seat at the feasting table in Khaz’A’Dentrumm, if I spend my last moments in honor of the Brathmordakin. I have been around since Aegis, where I was a young naive soldier of the Ascended. My father, a pious man much like how I turned out, named me after a Dwed holy man. From there my life accelerated quickly. I joined the guard. I adopted my first child. I witnessed the destruction of the Irongut manor and the burning of our ancestors so that they may reside in the Irongut Urn. It was not until later in my life that I joined the clergy. Before that I was a Legionnaire, a diplomat, and a politician. At first I wanted to escape becoming like my father, but in Urguan blood runs thicker than water. It feels odd still living in the mortal world. I have lived alongside countless Kings and have moved to countless realms. I don’t even remember the name of this current one. I think back on all of the Dwed friends in my life during reflection. It’s a futile task to name them all, but I want all of them to know I count them as brothers. Urguan is my family just as much as the Ironguts are. I love all of them dearly and will miss their company. At least I may reunite with old friends after my death. For Norli, I wish you luck in returning the Clergy to traditional Dwed ways. I’ve enjoyed our conversations these past stone days. I only wish that we would have more time to speak, but I feel that I must do this. I’m sure you understand. To the Ironguts, I cannot have asked for a better family. I’ll miss all of you dearly. Keep the memory of our past alive and teach it to new Irongut generations. I will especially miss my good friend and kin Balek, Dwalin, Dwain as well as you Dimlin. I would also like you to send word to my spouse, Solaris, if you can ever find him. Let him know that regardless of the time we have spent apart, I always have and always will love him. Solaris made me the happiest I had ever been in my life. He made me happy to live a simple life and cook meals for the both of us. I hope that you one day return to civilization and continue living a good life. Do not let my death ever paralyze you. Finally, I want those who read this to think of the future. We Dwarves rightfully take pride in our history, but the future is bright. The future depends on the hard work and generosity of both the old and the young. Urguan is the cliff that stands withers constant beatings from the shores. Urguan even fell once but nonetheless has risen once again. It is a symbol of Dwarven unity and strength in the face of invaders. Let us build up that cliff to withstand any hardship. Let us Dwed work in unity and peace for a bright future. Urguan is a large part of my legacy. I shed blood time and time again for our Grand Kingdom. I have no doubt that the newer generations will make those same sacrifices again. Love to all my family and to Urguan, Hogarth Irongut

((Yee, it's a good book series. I got the inspiration for the academy from reading it.))

*Fliers go up across the city with the seal of the Consulary Republic of Holm.* "Greetings citizens, residents, and nobles of Holm! Consul Hogarth Irongut is proud to announce the next Headmaster of its grand Academy. With many people interviewed, only one can take the seat. The one chosen for the job is Azkel Frostbeard. May he bring about a new era in the Holmoite Academy. His performance will be judged by the officials of Holm, and payment will come to him based on the job he does. I encourage both potential students and teachers alike to speak to him if you are interested. May he work with the grace of Belka in order to make the Academy great. We in the government hope this is a new era for the Academy, and that his work there will bring a brighter future to Holm's citizens. Thank you all who showed interest. If you wish to work with Azkel in making this new era in academia please speak to him. Long live Holm!"

Not pink enough.

Accepted, we will interview you shortly.