DelaneyG

Good guide. Many a-time have people rolled out of the way of a crossbow bolt from five feet away.

Arthal Lowedge sits on the stairs in the center of the White Rose Keep. He looks around the courtyard, his eyes barely keeping up with the movements his brain wants them to do. Under his eyes are 2 big, dark circles, from lack of sleep. It had been 2 weeks (1 irl day) since he had been BlackMarked. He remembers it more than any battle he had attended. He was confused, and then there was just white hot pain. Now, he sits there, deeply depressed, tired, and malnourished. His eyes sulk around, and land on the large statue of the Rose in the center of the courtyard. He stands, and slowly making his way towards the statue. He straightens his entire body, furrowing his brow. Tears begin to well up in his eyes. Arthal raises his right arm, crossing it over his chest. He pats his chest, before extending the arm to the statue. He lowers the salute after a few moments, before looking around, to see if anyone was looking. No one was. He makes his way back to the stairs, silently crying.

Arthal reads the poster and snorts, trying to hold back laughter. He then proceeds to bursting out, to prevent popping a vessel. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Another group for us to plight!"

Arthal walks about the keep, occasionally reaching up and feeling the side of his head. The battle was weeks ago, but he can still feel the horror of those few days. The bodies. The fires. Lucius and Gilahad dying. He feels his new scar, and cannot help to think, "Is this all worth it?" He looks about him, standing in the main courtyard. He looks to the fountain, the flowing water, and the space that flowing water is confined to. One place. Same movements over and over. He then looks to the statue of the Rose. He smiles, looking the statue up and down, nodding at the great work Chet had done on it. The stone Rose standing tall and strong, as if guarding the fountain. He turns, his boots crackling the gravel underneath, and he looks finally to the keep. He nods now, before sticking his right arm out, crossing it over his chest, and holding it above his heart, before proudly saying, "Ave." He holds the position for a few moments, wondering what the fountain and Rose statue mean. After a few minutes, he comes to the conclusion that the fountain is Oren, and the statue, The White Rose, the true protectors of Oren. He lowers his arm, ending his salute, before turning and heading out the gates, moving toward his home in Hyrr, to take a rest.

It's a good thing Arthal's been training for 20 years, eh? :D

I'd like to see it happen... although, I'm sure different military installations would just lockdown their compounds, and never come out :4

Love. The. Idea. Picture a war. Picture it being haunted by the souls of people who weren't burned or laid to rest. Those poor people, left to walk the field they were slaughtered on, fighting each others ghostly forms. Epic.

Reads this "I've killed plenty of em."

Arthal picks up the note and reads it. He looks around to make sure no one can see him. "Hmm..." he quickly scribbles on the back of the note, whistling for his bird to take it away.

~I decided to do what Telanir did and write the profile as if Abraham was being asked questions~ Character Name: Ahm Abraham Goldmahn! Nicknames: Ah hahve nah nicknahmehs. Age: 22 Gender: Mahle Race: Humahn Status: Brothah ohf Tohveah ahnd Dahgahn. Description Height: Fahve Fooht Fahve. Weight: I dahn't knah. Ahm vehry faht. Body Type: Ah tohld yeh! Ahm vehry faht! Eyes: Brohwn. Hair: Brohwn. Skin: Wahte. Markings/Tattoos: Health: Goohd. Personality: Friehndleh! Inventory: Two hahfling guahds! Life Style Job/Class: Merchahnt. Title(s): Mistah Gohldmahn. Profession(s): Sehleehn! Special Skill(s): Sehleehn! Flaw(s): Ahm Faht. Magic Current Spell(s): Mahgec ohf moneh! Weaponry Fighting Style: Ruhn whahle mah guahd's chohp yeh uhp! Trained Weapon: Mah wehight. Favored Weapon: Mah hahnds. Archery: Biography Siblings: Toveah ahnd Dahgahn.

Arthal reads the note and laughs, "Genocide. That's new." He walks off, laughing, to tell his commander about the new group determined on destroying the White Rose.

Telanir 100/10

Never again.

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I love this idea.

Application for Sergeant: Mc name: JuicyRhino Roleplay name: Desini What makes you want to be the Sergeant?: I want to be able to teach along with defending the temple What is your favored weapon? Iron Axe Do you swear to follow the rules of the Hileia'Evarir and do your best to train new recruits? Yes

Application for Sergeant: Mc name: JuicyRhino Roleplay name: Desini What makes you want to be the Sergeant?: I want to be able to teach along with defending the temple What is your favored weapon? Iron Axe Do you swear to follow the rules of the Hileia'Evarir and do your best to train new recruits? Yes

Mc name: JuicyRhino Roleplay name: Desini Do you swear to follow the rules of the Hiliea'Evarir, and keep the peace? Yes

Ingame name: Vladmir Minecraft name:JuicyRhino Why you want to join: i want to bring suffering to those who defy me Short bio of an experience where you was in pain:My mother died giving birth, father alchoholic (died) sister stabbed to death. Species: Human Grudge?