Steviathon

MC Name: SkittleGhost Full RP Name: Steviathon Race: Human Occupation: Soldier Skype/Teamspeak (other means of communication): It should still be Steviathon Clan/Guild (Optional): Was once apart of the Stafyr How do you know Ferron? (Optional): Where do I start?

Thanks for the update.

If anything, the bug that causes travelling by horse from Alandros to Arethor should also be brought to attention. I, and others, have ended up underground with no way out expecting through soulstones. Thanks.

Banned because war is good for absolutely nothing.

Yes! Now we can cause more political destruction by falsely accusing an invasion without meta!

Steviathon peers at the advertisement and shudders, knowing that some poor girl will end up in this position.

Hello and welcome! Glad to see LotC will be getting extra personal to help us with our problems!

It would be helpful if the Planet Minecraft link was apart of the normal voting links. DDoS'ed or not, I'm willing to vote whenever.

Steviathon walks besides Rosso as he trains, taking note how their mutual friend Meta would begin a conversation about proper technique. Brushing off the thought, he continues on towards his home in the barracks of the Island. Steviathon passes by some of the first platforms of the Islands and sees more in the distance. He takes into note how luscious the plant life is and the architect of the houses on top of them. While he enjoys admiring the pretty sights, Steviathon takes great pride into his underground home under the barracks. He descends down into the basement and unlocks the door to enter the living quarters. He passes the rooms, most of which are empty, until he reaches his. From the outside it appears to look like the other rooms, but in it contains a stairway leading down to a room with waterfalls and heavy lights. It is here that he keeps his possessions and here that he keeps his pride of the Island. After refusing moving to a platform, Steviathon's room had an expansion with another basement added to it. Now, to show he truly appreciates his gift, he will stay in that one room on the far right of the living quarters. It is in his living space that he thinks. He ponders and guesses and questions the many subjects of life. It is also here that he came up with his master plan: the creation of a coliseum, to glorify battle as an art form, not a method of mindless killing. This being his one secret and a secret he keeps well. He ensures that his fellow Islanders do not learn of these thoughts or see the coliseum's blueprints and especially not the large reserves of minas which he keeps in order to pay off land, equipment, and "entertainers". But when the time comes, he will explain his marvelous idea to the leaders, hoping they will have favor into it for having served in the militia of the Island for years, for helping to ensure that the Island grows, for bringing others to the Land of the Free. Plans aside, Steviathon goes up the steps of his room, outside the barracks and back onto the surface. Back to his friends who are basically family to him. Back to the real world, far from his thoughts and questions. He sees Rosso atop the roof and lets out a big "Hello!" He hears an "Oi lad!" in return and goes off to his daily business.

Reads the poster with great pleasure. He begins to remember the stories of Brokk Andvare MacGowan and his failed attempt to accomplish such a task. Without haste, Steviathon sends his letter to Aegis Keep on the collar of a messenger dog ((MC Name - SkittleGhost)) Name - Steviathon Combat Skills - Master swordsman and professional archer ((100 and 68 respectively)) Non Combat Skills - More-than-decent farmer ((50 farming)) Are you willing to fight - Under the title of Mercenary, yes.

*finds the poster and prepares a note for his bird* Your offer interests me. May we keep in contact so that I may, and very soon, purchase your arrows? I live on Silva Insula. Send a bird there (SkittleGhost is my MC name) and I will inform you of a place to meet. Thank you. -Steviathon *attaches the note to his bird and sends it off, hoping his note arrives sooner than that of others*