Agith

Peering down at the paper, Cir lightly sighs. He looks outward to the copious amounts of cows and massive piles of leather that has mounded up around him. Releasing the paper into the wind, the war cleric simply shakes his head. His respite unending.

It's fun to play with a D-M-C-A, the server's fucked if Kowa D-M-C-A-A's

Gwynevere approaches Coren, envelope sealed in purple wax in hand. She extends it to him with a faint nod, stating "You'll remember this 'un, Coren." before make her way off. (Permission from Gwyn given) MC Name: Agith IC Name: Cir'dian Age: 257 Race: Mali'ame Minor Backstory: *Written in swift quill* I suppose that some backstory would be necessary. I am of the Nymphea bloodline, direct son to the once mighty shade Salamandra. My past has often been somewhat varied depending on who is doing the recollection. However I suppose the only true facts I'd need to state are not in feats, but in my miss-steppings, and my knowledge. My father started my alchemy lessons on my eighth birthday. He gave me a decent amount of accouterments and lead me go wild. Much to his dismay when the house was filled with blue berry flavored foam a week later. On my tenth, he introduced me to water evocation, a magic I become well versed in before it was severed due to the unwise tampering done on several particularly ancient artifacts. Prior to this, I was a student to the elder alchemist Kardel, who took me in as his apprentice after finding my self learned knowledge to be surprisingly well thought out. I helped to flush out both his and my own alchemical knowledge, which we then as elder alchemists spread to the world. Giving knowledge of useful concoctions and the like to all those dubbed worth. Upon turning one hundred and forty nine, I began my studies of clerical magic under the caring and watchful guide of Hosper, Jakir, and Mandru of the clerical order. This is a job that I still enact, as a war cleric to the patron Aengul of judgement, Tahariae. With regards to combat ability, I was trained from age five by the Sol'array family, my father, and a decent bit from other various men and women met in my travels. Light be with you, Cir'dian Nymphea

-=(Election Ballot of Urguan)=- Place an X next to the candidate of your choice. Your Name ((RP and MC)): *Written crudely* Dain Starbreaker (Agith) Race: Dwarf Balek Irongut ((Hobolympic)): Zahrer Irongrinder ((Josh3738)): X Ognar Grandaxe ((Meanking)): Dizzy Irongrinder ((Dizzy771)):

Why not just picket sign Ramza's house?