John (Zevandir)

Vekrus and Hugo, some officers *cough Yimmya cough* have forgotten recruitment here is OOC on the forums, and a 'random' meeting is arranged for you at one of our outposts, or just in general with someone from the Order. You're both now approved for that stage, and I'll let you know over skype details of this encounter! Thanks. -Hugo, please add me on skype: Cid_the_sloth

((This looks fab, guys, and if I wasn't already in a guild on my main character, I'd join this, but failing that-)) A shabby man in a small dinghy, tattered grey sail straining against the little mast, dirty water, smelling awfully of strong spirits laps gently inside, greyed timbers splintery and dry, salt and bird crap a thick layer all over the boat above the waterline. In truth, the only clean things on the boat are the flawless black flag at the top of the mast, a snarling wolf head stitched on in bare detail, and a rough sword, cleaned and cared for better than the scraggly, though moderately strong looking man at the stern, browned and scarred hand lazily hanging onto the tiller, other hand wrapped delicately around a flask of a similar awful smelling spirit as that tainting the bilge. Should he bump into the crew on his way past the coast of Malinor, as he wanders in from an island fortress far to the west, he would have a few words for the captain, as he is of a similar position, yet he in fact has a vast number of large warships, and the capabilities to build more. ((If you're interested in a multitude of proposals, hit me up on skype or PM's. Cid_the_sloth))

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Zevandir scowls at the poster, before neatly filling out a form. OOC: MC name: Zevandir Skype name: Cid_the_sloth Timezone: Australia, GMT+8 IC: Of what race are you?: Wood Elf Of what age are are you?: Errr, quite old... What combat experience do you have?: All the combat experience. Do you belong to any other orders or guilds?: Not currently, though I did more or less create the pathfinders, which were the group that preceded the Wardens, and essentially like, replaced the Sentinels during minor inactivity in Aegis, before they merged into the Wardens. Do you swear on the Mali people to uphold peace and order in the Elven nation?: Sure.

((Not sure how you heard that, our island is in the middle of the ocean, like, 2k blocks from land. But eh.))

In the mighty Island Fortress of the Wolvengard, remnants of the mighty House Owl grimly read the letter, one draws his sword, and with a single strike cleaves the rock in two, sparks and chips of stone flying around. A small trickle of blood runs slowly down his cheek, and he reaches up to it. Smearing the blood on his fingers, he snarls, looking at the other Owls. "Brothers, as the impostors rise in the night, so does the true Owl stalk. No one shall escape the wrath of the disgraced, and no pretender may hide from the true Owl." With that, a few others of the typical Owl colouring chuckle slightly, and weapons begin being sharpened, armour strapped on. With a final glance at the stone, another Owl mutters. "We are coming."

This is rad, but honestly guys, you could have been more subtle, I literally lost it when 'ingredients that can be seen in any common alchemists cupboard' :P +1

Jon smiles softly, as he gazes at the recruits and veterans alike training in the sun. "Soon..." he murmurs, "soon they will be ready."

Zevandir, getting a little grey in his hair and beard, wanders slowly through the forests of Malinor, or at least, the third incarnation of what was once his home. The thought slows him a little, as he ponders deeply the forests of home, of Aegis. He sighs, grief and sorrow choking the sound. A battle-axe, chipped and worn beyond belief hangs at his belt, yet the only objects of importance are a few old, leather-bound books held in his arms, cradled as if they are treasures of immeasurable value, and to a few, they are. [The Ancient History] [The Druids of Mother Aegis] [The Story of Native, High Prince of Laurelin] [The High Prince of Malinor and the Story of Laurelin] Gingerely brushing the books with a hand, he continues on towards the druid's grove, wondering if his long life and experience with the life that is the forests of Malinor will count for anything, once he gets there. ((Just expressing my character's journey and wish to join the druids, I've been meaning to get him there since Anthos :P))