Jadles

Name: Khedhre Jago Surname/House: Jago Age: 27 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizen Ship Class (A or B): A Physical Description Height: 6' 3" Weight: 135 Eye Color: Emerald Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Color/Shade: Pale Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: None Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Ashby Estate Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): Salvus Profession/Occupation: Artisan Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Khedhre, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren 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." CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY ((OOC OATH)): "I, Jadles, hereby acknowledge and give my consent to the OOC rule that should my character be found guilty of High Treason within the Empire, the Emperor personally (and only the Emperor) has the right to execute permanently my character. I accept this condition and make it entirely upon my free will."

A year ago or so, Khedhre had awoken from a dream. His head slumped upon his desk, his clothes drenched in his sweat. His architectural drawings lay strewn across the floor, his desk instead littered with scrolls covered in scrawled symbols and runes. He had feared himself going made all that time ago and had stored the scrolls away, hoping it was just a strange dream... Yet tonight he awoke, his heart racing as he saw again his office scrambled by his sleeping maelstrom and in front of him a third scroll. He must find the reason to these dreamed messages. Night turned to day and the sun set again, still he worked tirelessly. On the third day, echausted but with a slight smile on his face he looked at what he had desiphered. He wasn't sure he fully understood it, but he had made some sense of the runes. Unaware that many others had been gifted these messages also he grabbed a loose piece of parchment, and wrote: t, £a.nºi.£,ô ôª,.ñº He stacked them all together and locked them away, safe under lock and key, until perhaps the dreams would come to him again.

Thyrius Gumblefoot kneels by the plaque that remembers the life of Kip. Trying his best to hold back a tear he lays a bunch of fresh flowers next to the wooden bench. He mumbles a prayer softly: "I did'n' 'now you all so well, bu' a frien' ye surely be, A papa to your family, but also oft' t' me, Rest well Kip Tooke, you've earned 't true, Until we meet again in time, I raise me glass t' you." He stands and wipes his eyes, before turning and heading away to his burrow.