Abeam

((Minecraft Username:)) 12igon6 Name: Lamruil Alaenre Age: One Hundred Seventy-Eight Gender: Male Will any others reside with you within a home? Perhaps immediate family of mine. How can you declare you are Mali’thill? I declare my status based on my pure bloodline, my green eyes, my silver of hair, my pale skin, and my service to the Eternal city. Are there any other details about yourself you wish to relay to the mali’aheral? I do wish to join the Evariran'thilln.

Tomas Nicodemus peers out of Boiendl Horen's Petrus bar, a cup of Chivay Brew, given to him by the good lad from Aeldin. He perks up his ears as he hears the Royal Proclamation read aloud in the Town Square. "All part of the cycle I suppose, humanity uniting is always the next step. All these independent Lords need to do is just bend the knee, and they'll have no trouble."

I mean, I don't want to say I 420 everyday, but I don't 420 everyday.

Tomas Nicodemus sits in his bedridden status, his bones still sore and bruised from the events of the Blood Mages. Reading a pressed and prim copy of the text, he finishes after several hours of arduous study. Finally, after having one of the Company of the Wolfs' recent recruits bring him a wooden bed-table, and a set of parchment and ink, he begins to pen a reply to the Hectorius Sparrow of Aeldin. "Most honored clergyman, I wish to write my formal congratulations for having the courage to speak up in such a trying time. As a Knight of Oren, and a former member of the Kingdom of Aesterwald, my heart is heavy from this war. To choose a side makes me quake with regret, for I have close friends on both sides, whom I have shared in food, adventure, and merriment, in both good time and bad. I ask that you do not view the Aesterwaldians themselves in such a fierce demenour, for I have found that the people that live in that snowy tundra are warm-hearted, and fast friends in their hearths. For a long time I have been a supporter of the Waldenians, though I was never considered one of them, per say. The times have changes that, sadly, changed that view to reflect the more... lax view I have of them. This schism was one of the greatest mistakes in recent history, a huge blunder, that fractured the very fabric of humankind. Though I wish to end this letter soon, for my eyes are demanding some rest and relaxation, I wish to once more offer my support. Speaking out in your position is a brave act to do, as it risks your very life if they happen to come out victorious in this war. -With love for the faith, and friendship for the House Chivay, Ser Tomas Nicodemus, of the Company of the Wolf.

Tomas Nicodemus still lies in bed, wounded from the battle in the cramped tunnels of the Blood Mages hidden laboratory. His arm still lies tied to his chest, held up by a sling made of linen, with woolen rags providing padding for the bruised flesh outside of his shattered bones. The battle was brutal, much more so than Tomas had predicted, The Company of the Wolf supported their Marked friends with half a dozen expert soldiers, and came home with five, four of whom were wounded, one of which severely. Castimir never made it out, in the chaos of the mutagens attack, he was most likely torn to pieces by the green hulking creatures. "He was the youngest amongst us." Tomas thinks, flipping through the pages of his aging tome, his mind wandering away from the book, and towards the hellish expanse a mere couple of miles from where he lies. The Company of the Wolf fortifies their border with the Green hellspawn lying in the sky. They wait, they always watch, and they're ready to kick some ass. For Castimir.

Ser Tomas Nicodemus ears perk up as he hears the proclamation, his eyes lighting up. "By the Creator, this war is turning out to be drama filled and beyond interesting."

Caleb de Krygner nods with approval.

Tomas Nicodemus rejoices at the news of new allies against the Undead!

Yer' name: Jorigorn Frostbeard Yer' age: 176 Yer' job wit'in t'e Kingdom (If nae applicable, leave empteh): Yer' intention fer' joinin': Looking to preach the word of the Kirkja Dverga, and keep the faith among the Dwarfish peoples. Are ye' a membah o' t'e Kirkja Dverga?: Yes. - Skype: Caleb.Crider1(Abeam) MC Name: 12igon6 Timezone: EST

Griff always believe in yourself, no matter how many haters you got. We White Roses always got your back, keep on dreaming kid.