Seventh / Ryan

Eyes widen. "Oh, Lord Throdo, you are an idiot. Who gave you control or any power of any kind in the Crown Lands? Hmm?" --Seventh

Mmm; the RP is fine. And, Nico paused this war claim, yes, because hw posted the RP thread. So; this shouldn't be nulled. If he makes a new warclaim, it'll be with the same time. So. . . However; to save the QQ'ing of people, I'd like to see this pushed back to an appropriate time. --Seventh

^ And; perhaps not a week, that seems a bit too long. Perhaps 2 or 3 days? Event seems like fun. --Seventh

Erm. Skipping multiple regions... The Suit lore... doesn't make sense, and won't work. Too sloppy, overruling this. --Seventh

"Mi am Boatman." Glares around to see if anyone challenges his title. "Mi am alzo Nob ub dah Krughai." --Seventh

Boatman walks in, his pipe in his mouth, his eyes, blue as the waters, and he smells of the breeze of the soft seas. "Mi am boatman." He glares around the room, seeing if anyone would challenge him. "Mi am da skaha dat wyll lead da Dalghai. Mi am boatman. Mi am hunourable Uruk fur mur den mozt urukz here be alyve fur. Mi am elder uruk uv da Gorkil's. Mi bled, mi pissed on skullz, mi ate halfling. Mi am Uruk. Mi am Boatman. Mi myke many shinie boutz fur uruks, agh me get latz cannon. Wub dah skah, iz dat nyt enuff fur Boatman tu be dah Skaher uv dah watyr? Mi am da proud Pral'Agon." He stomps his foot. "Mi am elder uruk, mi hab ulvays respected mi famly. nuw mi ask lat tu myke mi dah Boatman, uv dah Dalghai. Mi am redy tu myke lat peep dah pawah uv boatman." He roars, glaring at the Rex, awaiting a responce. --Seventh

[[One more useless, one lining, and annoying post will get you a temp ban from the forums. Final and only warning.]] --Seventh

*You notice a Large, Fancy scroll pinned to the Notice board of every major city within the corders of the Holy Oren Empire.* [[by Orders of His Imperial Highness, all are invited to a truly trandescent event, in which His Imperial Highness, Richard Horen, and waiting crowned, Imperial Princess, Catherine Horen, and whom generations have disunited, wilt be again, coalesce through wedlock.]] Anyone is free to accompany, as the two nobles take on the rights of wedlock, and unite a family that has been split through multiple trees of generations. The Wedding takes place in 5 Elven Days, at the Arethor Church. Attending, will be his Imperial Majesty, Godfrey I. Following the Grand ritual of Wedlock, all Lords and Ladies are invited for a royal feast, to celebrate, at the Arethor Palace. The Feast will be provided by the Royal Kitchen, and servants. [[Wedding is on Sunday the 19th, at 6 PM EST.]] --Seventh

Richard arrives back home, to Marna, the Archduchy of the West. He observes the workers, building upon the great Keep of Marna, and the farmers, lovingly attending to the farms. Richard notices a small, skinny figure approach him, quickly. His Royal Guards stop the boy-runner, as he approaches Richard. He furrows his brows, as he scans the boy, noticing the isignia of the Western Army, he allows the boy through. The boy carries a small note, inside holds the unique information of this event. Richard smirks, widely, thinking "Hightowers, typical." "Thank you, m'boy." He addresses the scout. The scout dips his head, in a deep bow, smiling, then turns off to return to his operations front. The Liutenant, aware of the note, riding next to Richard, raises a brow. "M'lord, you don't actually plan on helping the Hightowers? We've only just mobilized half of the Western Troops, it'd take doubly the effort to send men to fight there, and then have them fight the second war." Richard smiles, widely. "Of course I'm not going to help the Hightowers! I'm merely going to compete with them, how many troops we can each muster up!" He ends it with a slight smirk. "Have whatever you can make by tomorrow morn, and set up the camps. Also, send a scout Glenwood, I've not seen the Count in a while, however, I'm more than certain he is still willing, and loving to stand for Marna." The Old Liutenant observes Richard, quietly, as Richard rides off. He thinks to himself "That man would die before seeing one of his forced to kneel to those whom do not care, nor show love to his people. That'll get him killed. Perhaps that is why he is a born leader?" He shakes his head, gathering his thoughts, then begins to ride off for the Camps. [[Typical Hightowers. <3]] --Seventh