Abeam

harambe died for our sins, he made the ultimate sacrifice, you must do the same, kincaid would do the same for you.

Kincaid, I've known you for so long. From our ancient times together within the prestigious Teutonic Order in the mythic days of Aegis, to the wild brutality of the Dukes War, we've fought side by side, and shittalked our enemies into an early meme. Despite my addiction to this hellish heroin that is LOTC, I, Abeam1, sign.

APPLICATION OOC: MC Name: Abeam1 Skype: Caleb.Crider1 RP: Name: Caleb Von Crider Age: 21 Race: Heartlander Faith:` Canonist

((Put your RP name, followed by your Minecraft username)) Name ((OOC Name)): Caleb Von Crider, (Abeam1) Surname/House: None Date of Birth ((Example: 11th of Sun’s Smile, 1520)): 12th of The Deep Cold, 1542 Gender: Male Race: Human/Heartlander Citizenship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 6'4 Weight: 184 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blonde Skin Color/Shade: Light-skinned Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: None Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): - Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): - Profession/Occupation: Soldier/Handiman/Servant Have you paid your processing fee (CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY!): ((Please provide a screenshot of the payment.)) Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, [Name], hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

Oftentimes you find yourself wrapped in the pattern of fate, weaved into the pattern like a single gossamer thread amongst a tapestry spanning the world. The pattern weaves as the pattern wills, leaving those in the way bouncing betwixt the lands. Mladen Nicodemus knows this well, that most arrogant of Kaedrini youth. Born unto the short-lived relationship of Burgher and Peasant, and brought up in the world amongst the swamps and tundra of Kaedrin; Mladen’s world turned into opposite order, like a butterflies winged form, mirroring the other half, yet turned about. The desert heat, and blistering sand of Al-Wakrah should not of appealed to this young man, however life works in mysterious ways, and within the harsh nature of this land lies familiarity, and the bonding of a people most noble. Qalasheen are a modest people, their bodies hidden amongst silk and thin linen, modest in appearance, despite the seductive exoticness of their forms. Speaking half in common, half in a strange traditional dialect of little meaning to Mladen; Qalasheen often showcase their meanings with bold accents of movement, waving their arms about in excitement, and speaking with a gleam in their dark eyes as sharp as the desert sun. Friendship comes naturally to this people, their modest ways frowning upon the art of boast and showiness; rather, compliments take the place of arrogance, support takes the place of sarcasm, and intrigue finds itself in a losing war with compromisingly forthwith behavior. That most delinquent of boys, Mladen, sits often on the roof of his small manor, deep within the bowels of the upper-district. With the unforgiving sun finding itself in a compromising situation with a rooftop sun-umbrella, the young man often sits under its shady bows; reading, writing, drinking, smoking, and generally enjoying his time under the rainless sky. When not in a half-drunken stupor, the Kaedrini boy finds himself contemplating his Father's’ letter, that letter that brought Mladens gossamer-like thread into the pattern of Vandoria. One thought in particular shines as bright as the white-sand of the desert. “They told me, son, you’re special. You were born to do great things. You know what? They were right.”

Another hero of Kaedren weaves his way into the pattern of fate, and through the actions of the brave Foltest of Aeldin, his legend will live on in the memory of that most martially skilled of Orenian States.

The Demi-God of War will rise!

"Accepted, upon orders of Pyotr Nicodemus, of the Vander Council. Report to Ard Ghorrock for further instruction and assignment."

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*A reply is sent, pinned by Pyotr Nicodemus of the Vander Council. "Dylan Messier, we have decided to deny your application."

"Accepted, you'll be told in person about your duties, since you are already at the keep."

Name (Leave IG name as well): Abeam1: Pyotr Nicodemus Race: Human-Heartlander Gender: Male Skills: Kaedrini-Trained, Mining, Stonecarving. Do you meet the criteria to join Hallowvale Contracting?: Yes. Leave an address for a return letter of accepted: Ard Ghorrock ((Also, please message me your skype privately as a way for OOC contact.))

youll be back!