Nononymous

((Damnit Cloak, now I gotta go in hiding again... :P))

((Bump))

I'll take all your diamonds, all your gold, and all your iron! Meet me at Salvus!

-A poorly written waver is posted in almost every major city of every race, except the Kharajyr. The note is covered in an odd blue colored ink, the edges of the note oddly turned red. How, you are unsure. As you read the note you see that it was written fairly recent.-

Greetings!

I, Redbain Adelban of House Flay, am purchasing Diamonds and, depending on price, gold ingots! Just insert your price and I will decide whether it is reasonable or not. I will get back to you as soon as I can! I look forward to the first offer as I have 5,100 minas to spend!

-Ser Redbain Adelban

((You have my OOC promise that this is not a scam and I will actually be paying for these items.))

Oh no you don't Ghost! I got an idea for ya! Stay in touch with me!

-Redbain

Sign my name...pig...

*Looks at the poster and has but one thought go through his mind...*

"If the world is flat, then what in Aeriel's name is on the other side?"

So...much...guild wars...

*Has a heart attack and dies happily.

Everytime I try to join the server it says: "Internal Exception: java.net.SocketException: Connection Reset"... Any idea why that is?

New Evils? EXCITED!

*Growls noticeably, feeling his Father's goals and dreams betrayed. He mutters to himself, careful to make sure no one over hears*

This is not right... My father dies and they sign a treaty disregarding all his past actions... They shall pay.... And if they so much as touch my promised lands...

*Growls considerably louder, walking from the scene with a snarl stuck upon his face.*

I intend to very soon. Unfortunately, soon after assuring everyone that I was back it was time for work, which I'm still at. I'll PM everyone as soon as I'm home in 4 hours.

Alright, cool. And am I accepted as my new char? Or will I have to re apply?

Might want to check with those who were originally in it if they are still part of it. You may or may not have me in this guild, all depends on OOC events for me.

((You'll see... :D))

((Alright, decided who my new char is, just gotta finish up the story.))

((And the majority want me to RP as my son.... Perfect... (Is secretly frustrated as he was drifting towards John Locke....)))

((Maybe you should toss one to your old friend Faceless! He would know what to do with it! (I NEED FOR MY UPCOMING CHARACTER! PLEASE GIVE ME A SPECIAL COPY AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER!!) Any-who, hope to see more of this! Happy writing!))

((When will more info be released? ME GUSTA!))

((I Missed it!? GAH!!))

((Can I be a follower? :) Mainly so I can get a bible of sorts, or at least a textbook covering it IG))

((Jon Snow? Game of Thrones?))

((Maybeh... :D))

*Seeing the note, Locke produces one more, posting it on top of Botar's.*

When might these basic classes be?

((Time in EST? Or should I just message you IG?))

How many warriors do you have?

((If you want 25x25 you need to make a charter))

*A man swings back his forth, his feet hovering above the ground, his neck twisted in a 55 degree angle, and his entire face contorted in pain, his teeth snarling but his throat making no sound. He has the face of a knight by the name of Redbain Adelban, beloved in the city of Ascella, leader of the recently disbanded Merry Men. Birds are chirping outside of Ascella, Redbain's home, unaware of the recent atrocity. The trapdoor to his basement creaks open, releasing a horrid stench of two days decay and a cold, harsh air. ((Character to be decided, look at the poll above)) walks in, examining the corpse as he does so. Speaking to himself at the sight....*

((This section will be written once the votes are in. The new character will be decided in a week's time and will not be released until I return to LoTC. Please vote so I can tell what people would rather see in LoTC character wise. The votes are here only to help me get an opinion, just because something gets the most votes doesn't mean I will RP it for sure, but it does increase the likely hood. See you in LoTC!))

*John Locke tosses a crumbled piece of paper onto the floor outside of the Gazebo. Oddly enough, the paper was meant to be read by a man by the name of Botar. You pick it up and read it, skimming the roughly scrawled writings.*

Dear Reader,

If you are not Botar, please deliver it to him...

Dear Botar,

I heard of Medical Training! I was hoping to learn your ways as I am attempting to further progress my knowledge of not only the cultures of the world, but the physicalities and sciences that accompany it. In hopes of someday creating a college for the studies of such wonderful subjects, I would request becoming your student for the time being, at least till I feel I have a basic grasp upon the medical trade. I'd appreciate a hasty response, but I am willing to wait till the time best suits you. I hope to see you soon.

You Future Pupil,

-John Locke