Dukester

Teresa Grandaxe listens and achknowledges Petrus' admirable efforts in re-kindling the once bustling merchant city of the humans. "Wondeh wher' all t'ese new Lords ar'h sproutin' frum? Regardless ov' such, ah'm glad der' gettin' fings dun'."

I +1 this App.. I don't necessarily take part in the whole supporting of Apps ideal but Vekrus is worth doing so for. He's a creditable member of this community who always thrives to bring the best out of every RP he's put in. I'd be grateful to play on the server under a staff member such as himself and I know others would also.

A small parchment is delivered to you by a stout pigeon, with ruffled feathers and an untidy demeanour about itself. The parchment being delivered to you reads... "The Industrial Dwarves under the care of Teresa Grandaxe wish to establish a small stall within your commerce district of which to sell our refined produce. Please get back to us regarding the matter. -Teresa "Mother of Dwarves" Grandaxe"

Teresa Grandaxe at the Grandaxe Hold hears word of the attack ensued by Renatian "Justice" and chuckles slightly "T'ese lot dun't seek fer Justice? Mor' ov a'h mongerin' fer war teh me. Der' violent ways'll su'n com' teh haunt 'em mark my words."

Captain Darius Elendil enters the Kythirian Fortress, his golden armour draped in blood and his skin caked with sweat and dirt. Upon his shoulder lies limp a dead and lifeless foul, clearly hunted from the nearby forrestry. As he ascends up the steps to the main keep, past all the newly implemented battle fortifications, snares and traps he can't help but let out a sly grin. Upon entering the keep itself, he peers across the grand hall to the sight of the Grand Commander Adoros Steel sitting upon his Iron chair alite with incrested gems and jewels. Adoros seemed to be in the posession of a small scroll, reading it with an expression upon his face as if to be questionable confusion with a hint of humerous smirking. Darius slumps the dead foul over a nearby table, resting down his equipment beside it and looking to Adoros with confusion himself "What be troubling ye' Commander?". Adoros looks up slowly, his gaze stretching to Darius' through his strands of hair swaying across his face. Suddenly, he bursts a chuckle, the silent halls echoing around them as Darius smiles, something clearly amusing the Commander. "Take a look at this Darius and tell me what you think." Adoros states, holding out the scroll for Darius to take. Upon reading it's contents, Darius retrives a copy for himself, retreating to his study to forge a response of his own. ((For the Winchesters and friends...)) A large falcon descends down from the skies to your location, having clutched within its Talons a golden scroll, contained by a glimmering red and gold ribbon and bearing the seal of the Sword Invictus Banners. As you open it with intrigue, it reads... To the self-proclaimed nobles of House Winchester and its associates, The recallations of the events exchanged between our parties as explained by on your behalf, is simply laughable. For however cliche it may be, that isn't at all what happened and you know this. Now despite the political stance you so proudly hold yourselves within, to lie on events such as this that are of such dire importance, is insulting. So allow me to explain to you what /really/ happened, with courtesy from the Invictus themselves. No longer then 3 Elven weeks ago, a contract was bestoyed upon us for a large bounty, to have your rebellious acts rid of from that of your liege lords. Although we are bound to keep the confidentiality of the contractor in secret of utmost importance, what we can reveal, is it wouldn't be ******* us now would it. Perhaps if you'd used your minds you'd realise that we were undergoing a mercenary task, an order from an external contractor with the men of the Sword Invictus having no relational ties with you or your associates. Now, we understand that the passing of your kin was sincerely mourned, but I am here to assure you this was not in cold blood, as allowing their lives to continue would've perished the lives of many others in their reach. Therefore, the Invictus were more than obliged to accept this contract. However, instead of negotiating with us formerly and coming to an agreement where perhaps we could be persuaded to cease the actions against you and your house like civilised men, you retaliate with the kidnapping of a Ranked Officer of ours. There was your mistake. As prior to doing this, we did whatever was in our capabilities to return him to us and out of your torture chambers, of which you removed his hand and burned his scalp from his head. At this point, the Sword of the Invictus were "pissed" to say the least, then provoking the need to empty our armories and return our officer safely. We did this with great success, and through order and strength in numbers we negotiated an exchange without a drop of blood to be shed with thanks to the Invictus not slicing you all like an envelope. However, this was not enpugh for you was it? As through your desire for war and bloodshed, you arrive at the secluded Fortress of Kythira unannounced whilst our forces were away on contract, killing but a few guards and claiming a glorious and zealous victory for the mighty House of the Winchesters, Lords in the Wilds! with the help of a few outlawed bandits. Now you proclaim the Invictus to be cowardly, insane, cold blooded and blood-thirsty You call us cowardly yet we waited until your settlement was inhabitted when we attacked to give you a chance, yet you seem only to attack when we aren't even within our own walls, how honorable indeed. You call us insane yet we're not the ones trying to form a Kingdom of their own surrounded by enemies that aren't good supporters of yours unfortunately. You call us cold-blooded yet we kill for the purpose of coin and the benefit of others, as stated in our Code of Conduct. You call us blood-thirsty yet the only time you've faced us on the field, was so that we could stop you from torturing our men and negotiate an exchange that would resolve in peace and order. We are aware of your petty visits you grace us with from time to time that you all like to refer to as Epic Raids, but the subject of war, is a new concept to us indeed. Although we act as an Independant, we are not liable for holding relations with other organisations (unless a fruitful series of contracts are supplied). We will be willing to negotiate your terms to a ceasefire, as to be frankly honest with you, we really couldn't care. But if you continue to enact violent acts towards the Sword Invictus, Fort Kythira, or her people, we will stand against your barbaric nature, and put your petty "Rebellion" to a swift end. Also i'd like to remind you, our "contractors" could be from any number of nations around Athera, if war is really what you seek, consider carefully your friends and foes numbers. We await your expected response, Signed. Captain Darius Elendil ((Sorry for any spelling mistakes or typos, it's late and I typed this up in a hurry))

Darius Elendil, Dux of the Sword Invictus scans over the document, his eyes widening at a specific section of his read with a small smile pursing from his lips "Our previous cook sadly perished, perhaps this man may be of use. And with proclaimed fighting abilities? Aye, he'd fit in just fine." He searches through his draw and retrieves a small parchment with the emblem of the Sword Invictus upon it, beginning to write with his quil and ink a hearty response. "Congratulations! Ye' have been Accepted into the Sword Invictus! Please contact the Dux (myself) or a Lieutenant of you convenience to help get you settled into the Kythira Fortress. Regards, Darius Elendil."

"Ave Invictus! Death to the dishonorable rebels!" Shouts Darius, seemingly quite pissed at the situation considering the Winchesters only attack when the majority of Invictus are sleeping.

A scroll reaches you by Raven with the stamp of the Sword Invictus with a small strand of ribbon bearing the colour of the Red and Gold, such seen to gloridy the walls at the Kythira Fortress. "Welcome to the Invictus! Contact either myself or any of the Lieutenants to get settled in."

((WIP))

War Maiden Teresa Grandaxe receives word of this meeting via carrier bird. As she unravels the scroll she is presented, she looks up. She inhales deeply, grasping the cold mountainous air as her blonde, braided locks flails in the breeze. Teresa stores her parchment into her breastplate before placing her helm upon her head, her hair now trailing down and resting onto her shoulders before opening her lips to mutter the words. "Toime teh make mi mark wit' meh kinsmen, O 'ow I lov intruductions."

What Kingdom/Civilization do you wish to play? Iceni Britanic Tribes Name of Leader? Does not have to be historically accurate! Vercingerix What two resources would you want to possess? Should at least be logical! Lumber and Beef Would you like to start in Antiquity or Medieval Period? Antiquity Skype? alexwrfc What pun did I use to warn folks from the steppes? hun, cuman now

The Sword Invictus Trading Co. The Fortress of Kythira and it's inhabitants the Sword Invictus are seeking pure breed Cows and Pigs. if anyone is in the possession or knows where we may purchase said animals, please contact Alarica Diara ((EmoGuyGothic)) or Ruven ((Mapidream)). Kind Regards, Captain Darius Elendil

1st of Ambers Cold, 1483 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LV9lMX4AjTw Far to the East where trouble and turmoil cannot reach and the island Oasis' lie dormant in majest and beauty the land is truely blessed. The gentle breeze there to beckon the rolling tides of the Eastern Ocean as the waters clap gently onto the foundations of Fort Kythira. The structure standing tall and proud, secluded from the mainland and untouched by the pollution of others, the fortress remains home to the formidable Sword Invictus. From within the high walls of the fortress and flooding the courtyard stood tall and proud the Invictus themselves, draped in fine silks of red and occasional blue which lay over them, protected by plates of gold and steel with shirld in one hand and spear in the other. The courtyard seemed dead, the only noise to be heard were the flapping of banners bearing linen of Red and Gold. Before the numerous ranks of troops was the stone throne of the Grand Commander Adoros Steel, with incrested gems of ruby and emeralds with reflected the suns smile. The Commander was winged by two of his trusted advisors and officers Joseph Harper and Alarica Diara. The whole sight was glorious to behold. Then from behind the light winds and fluttering banners came the sound of steel on stone, the repetitive sound of footsteps knocking in a pattern, clank, clank, clank. From behind the drapes of the throne platform emerged Captain Darius Elendil, Son of Derrek "The Bear" Elendil. Darius was a zealous leader in absence of the Grand Commander and a formidable swordmaster in the eyes of the Invictus. He gradually made his way to the front of the platform, his cape blown back by the Easterly winds as he looked on at the Invictus ranks. "All hail the Invictus, Long live Commander Adoros!" Darius bellowed through the keep, his voice ferocious and somewhat cracked. The Invictus troops prompted by their Captain praised "Hail!" and returned to their disiplined silence. Darius paced the width of the platform, fixing a gaze to every Invictus he passed. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4PC451UEhU&spfreload=10 "Brothers and Sisters! Steady your hearts! Look into your souls! For you have earned the right to be free men and women of the Sword Invictus!" Darius pauses for a moment, taking a a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, before smiling porudly, continuing his speech. "We shall not! Be forced to labour and tax for the betterment of few! The Invictus has excelled past the point of a mere mercenary service! For the Fortress of Kythira provides haven for all as you live and grow for the sake of the Invictus at your side! Housing, Protection, Good foods and Strong Brotherhood is promised to all who swear oath to the Invictus and Grand Commander Adoros Steel!" A grin stretches across the cheeks of Darius, as he pounds the air with his gauntlet, shouting "Hail Invictus!" ((Looking for an exciting, active and fast growing RP community? Feel free to apply for the Invictus here: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/119158-the-sword-invictus/))