Braxis

"This request is denyed by the Duke and lord of house Silverblade, Uthor Silverblade II. The Rangers have plenty of men. The Bannermen need the numbers and if you recruited everyone who was good in a bow, then you would have almost all of the empire. The logic for them swiching over is heavily flawed which is why I am denying this, if either or are seen as Rangers there will be punishments."

Nods to the crowd silently as he slowly speaks his voice no longer as cold and he time to time makes eye contact with several pupils as he speaks. "For now is the first task, each of ye shall be given bread, ye are to give out the bread to the people and not hoard nor consume any, no matter how hungry you are, if you take any of the food of the poor or give to many out, such as all of it. The Patron WILL know and your chances to learn the Patron's might will be impossible. Once each of ye are done regather here and we shall give out the second and finale task then we shall have oaths taken and any left will begin their path to healing." The Prophet stands up as he walks into the giant tent a loud thud is heard as he walks out with a chest dropping it near the fire opening it up, full of fresh made bread from a nearby town. [Also when you do the rp take a few screenshots of you handing out the food etc, pm me on either of my accounts to get the food.][

The light fades from his staffs top as he sits down on the log near the fire, the gaint tent of his flapping against the bitter tundra wind he looks up the new pupils as he motions them to sit "Sit, and ask what ever you wish before the tasks are given, if no questions are spoken then We shall start with the tasks immeditatly." He taps his staff once and takes a deep breath of the icy cold air and smiles under his helment "What good weather it is" Before then looking at the crowd of pupils with a questioning gaze

-Just did it again-

The Prophet halts in his steps as James and Leana speak about to speak at the female Pupil does, the Prophet shooting her a cold, and almost lifeless glare from his helmet as he waves her off. Before he speaks "Do no speak on matters you do not fully know, Now join the group and go to the camp or leave." He looks to James and Leana as he speaks in an icy and emotionless tone. "You will leave your nation and family leaving any title, surename, and any connections that would cause you to have a weakened devotion to the Order of The Clerics and our Patron Taharaei the Patron of Purity. You may still visit them time to time but it will be greatly lessened. And if they are in peril you will not be able to save them unless certian standards are met. It is a price one may pay to join the Order, I was once wedded to Princess Tara Forel. I had to leave her to do my duty along with my Son Althos Silverblade the II. I was still allowed to visit them, and watch my son grow a bit. But I could not stay forever, and with dark times apporching you may not see them again in years. It is a choice one must make, As I have personally found out they keep you from your full potiential in the Order, and will cause you to break your Holy Oaths....And I will make sure none go through the pain, nightmares, and scars I did when I almost betrayed mine. And remeber if you join and break the oath the Patron will rip out thier blessing from your very soul..." He taps his Warstaff twice on the ground "You have little time to deceide" as he turns and make his own way to the camp now.

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Silently stands as he taps his warstaff upon the stone and gravel road three times loudly and slowly moves down the road showing the Pupils it is time to depart. He has waited and many showed, but yet not all. For any who show up late nor it may be impossible to find them on where they are going now. As the group follows the Prophet he lightly prays as he walks his head slightly lowered walking down the path. His staff glowing a faint silver like color while he keeps the pray going on showing the pupils to follow him and the light. Upon several hours of walking they reach the Tundra, the area is cold and bitter but a faint light can be seen in a what seems to be like a small walk across it. The Prophet points and ceases his prayers the light on his staff fading as he speaks "There be the camp of the Clerics, and warmth and food, and shelter. It is meager to live off of. But it keeps one alive and safe. Follow and we shall begin the holy oaths. But be warned once ye travel across and take the oaths there is no turning back, and the oath will cause you to cut off all family, noble, and nation titles and the such. If ye keep them close or do not wish to lose them. Leave now and just keep your prayers strong and fight the good fight. But sadly the Powers of the patrons will never be yours" He begins to make his way across the Tundra his praying begins again and the light form ontop of his staff glows brightly through the darken snowy skies.

Chain of Command King of Salvus Lord Commander Commander Officer Armsman Valet Knights of Salvus The Knights of Salvus are the one who hold the gentry titles and its rights within the kingdom. All Salvus knights are part of the Shields of Salvus and have some sort of high officer rank within them. Usually only the best of the best of the shields. The Knights normal duties along with any shield duty they may have is protecting the Royal family at all cost and advising the Lord Commander of the Shields. Authority in Salvus The Salvus Shields have the Highest Authority. To avoid confusion in war times no other military force outranks them within the borders of Salvus. Granted by the imperial family and his eminence King James Hightower the II. They may control all their own bannermen that work for the Hightowers. In Kingston they have Authority over anyone, if it be knight or lord. They may not arrest any knight or lord though as only Sheriffs or shields with warrants may do so. The only few times a shield can be ordered by one outside Salvus if tis under the High Sheriffs warrants, the Emperor’s orders, Or the order of the Grand marshal in times of war. Joining the Shield To join the Shield the shield it is instructed and preferred that you seek us out in Kingston, Officers stand ready to talk and interview you about your inquiry to join the Shield. If a problem arises in your search for us then a letter may be sent to us with a few minor questions to get a understanding of who you are, if we like you we may bring you in for a couple of questions. How to join

The Prophet looks to the group as he slowly counts to himself as they greet him and others "One...Two....Three...Four...Five...Where be the sixth?" He shrugs only waiting a few more hours until they depart.

[[Forum rp will endure the trails and oaths for now, Once the Magic is getting done it will be more in game and forums mixed all together, so lets get this started!]] He stands at the Crossroads looking down the three paths his helmet on as usual. The Silver staff in his hand as he gazes upon the horizon as he silently taps his staff upon the gravel and road. Once he finishes he begins to mutter a hymm to himself. He then ceases once the hymm is finished. Gazing up now upon the sky watching his owl fly by time to time carry his letters to where the last spot of the pupils known to him. Each with a letter stating the following. "Pupils, it is time to meet, make your way to the Crossroads of the nation with great haste. I shall wait but not too long for each to arrive. Then the Three tasks shall be given out for each to do. Then the oaths will be taken and progess will be made. But be wary many will have to forsake much and if any break the code of puritiy the patron themselfs will rip the power out of thy souls." He sits down on the edge of the roadway holding his staff ever so tightly waiting, paitently.