Seventh / Ryan

*Tilts his head, lightly, writing his response.* M'lord, I am very honoured that you have seeked to help my lands and Renatus trhough blood and oath, however, you did not quite mention how experienced you are in combat. (Axe Level) ~Prince Richard, of Horen. *Sends the letter back to the owner through his Eagle, Stormwind.* --Seventh

*Reads over the Applicant, frowning lightly, then beings writing a response.* "Lord Erat, I am afraid you do not qualify for the type of Arms and Labour that is recquired upon gracious entrance to the house of which is Horen, and it's kinsmen. We search for those whom are have more experience. ~Prince Richard, of Horen." --Seventh

Bannermen of House Horen *A long, elegant note is pinned to the Notice Board of every major city with the Royal Crest of House Horen of Renatus.* ("To all whom are in wonder, and to those of whom may wish to serve, House Horen, of Renatus, and of Royal Blood, request the assistance of trained and willing Worker-force loads and Combat Experienced Troops as bannermen to mobilized into a frontal unit. With the Royal name, I, Prince Richard of Horen, ask that those who have the experience and will to serve under Bannor Horen, and the Army of Renatus, pledge their will to Blood of House Horen, and to the Prince, Richard.") *The Royal Crest is seen at the bottom of the page, again, with a signature of Prince Richard of house Horen, of Renatus.* (IMG by Mogroka) If you have the will and interest in serving Renatus under the Royal house of Horen, send the following information by some form of travel and mail to the Lord, Prince Richard, or his Lords. Name: Age: Do you link to any Noble Families?: Priority Skill: (Swords, Axes, Farming, Mining.) Do you pledge your name and blood to Richard of House Horen & Renatus?: Each 7 Elven Weeks, the bannermen will be payed set amount of Minas. The Bannermen will be supplied with the following: Food (Set Amount per Day.) Shelter in the Duchy of Marna Weaponry and Armour in times of war. Basic Tools Room for Family Major Supplies for off duty needs. Land for continued service in Duchy of Marna. Influence of Territory: (Marna: Spectrerock_summit_1, Half of Spectrerock_summit_2, Silvermist_forest, Glenwood.) Army Strength: ~Half of provided army of Renatus~ - House Flay. - Westfall - Horen Roster Lord - Payed 2,000 Minas Controls a Large Fief with his/her own troops, and answers exactly to the owner of Marna. Count - Payed 1,500 Minas Controls a medium sized fief, with their own banners, and supports the Owner of Marna, however answers to the Lords. Count Lorethos Basileus Jordan Knight - Payed 1,000 Minas Controls a small fief in Marna, and answers to Lords and Counts, directly. Protection of the fief is assigned by owner of Marna. Part of the Military directly, and lead by owner of the Duchy or Army commanders. Man at Arms - Payed 500 Minas Basic bannermen, troops called upon when military conflict occur. Take shelter in Marna Keep or relative fiefdoms. Ulric Ironheart --Seventh

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Not too bad, mate. Cognratulations. Please wait until a GM implements you. --Seventh

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The mist thick and heavy, settles atop the violent waters. The waves smash against the hull of the ship, as laughter, a faint smell of ale, and yelling can be heard... The ship battling the raging waters, as Skarvald rests his leg on the faint figurine of the Dragon head at the front of the Ship. "Rear 'er, rear 'er! Vultur grants us strength to pas' 'ere seas!" Sven stears the massive boat, but in vein, as the storm explodes into all of the raging force of the Sea. The laughter quickly dies off... The mist, still staining the violent waters, blocks any form of vision. The force of Kar, the God of the Sky, can be seen above, as the storm triumphs over the vikings. The waters, smashing into the boat, almost tipping it. Lightning striking down from above, leaving the men in sheer terror of what is to come. The ice cold waters slap the men's body, as they begin to row as fast as possible. The winds, unforgiving, blast through, as roaring thunder can be heard overhead. Lightning hits the top of the main sail, a massive explosion is heard, almost leaving the Vikings deaf, anda blinding white light has been seen, like no other. The mast snaps in two, as if it was but a mere stick. Falling with great force, the cold, powerful rain smashes into the bodies of the Vikings, as it blinds them, as they look at their falling mast, awaiting their ultimate doom. The Mast smashes into the body of the ship, making an incredible exploding noise as the heavy forces, opposing echother, finaly give in. The massive boat, splits into two. The unforgiving storm rages on. As they deafening thunder and rain can be heard, the vikings think of their home, their beautiful home. Skjoldier, a grassland with a touch of frost. The sunlight beaming through the thick white clouds, as it reflects off the thin layer of snow, resting atop the plush grass... As lightning smashes into the waters near the broken ship, reality, much the same, smashes into the Vikings mind. Sven, knocked out of the steering position, gets flung off the boat, and into the ice cold, open waters. Screaming, and violent voices can be heard, very faintly, however the raging storm screams much louder. Ragnar, praying to the Gods for safety, rests his body alongside a piece of wood, as he is almost toppled by a massive wave. The vision of their home now gone. The waters hitting their eyes, the salt burning, their voices fade as their energy expires. You feel the sudden cold first... followed by an extreme feeling of frost. Then comes fear, and the feeling of being completely alone. The boat, a massive bohemoth, carrying 60 men, is now barely visible as the waves feast on the remnants. The sudden feeling of sadness, as you see your brothers flail, in vein, your vision blurs. You being to hear your own breathing through your heavy chest. The cold still piercing you, now your body is numb. Your eyes close as the waves rage around you - and then complete darkness. Skarvald opens his eyes slowly, as he hears the greeting of birds overhead. The heat and kindness of the sun envelopes the lone viking, as he attempts to bring himself up on his feet, very slowly. Skarvald tries to call out for his brothers, only to be given a painful stab at his throat. Exhausted, he almost falls to the ground, hands grasp onto him. Skarvald, barely awake, smiles lightly. "Trogdor..." Trogdor smirks, pulling the Viking Leader with Dagmer and Bjongaar. Trogdor turns his attention to Sven, as he lifts Wulfgar, putting one hand around his neck, and heading to a faint vision of wooden walls. The sand embracing their feet, as they slowly advance towards the fort. Freja preparing food to give to the only survivors of the horrifying ship-wreck. A vision of their home-land, now gone as a whisper, they can only dream of returning to their paradise. The vikings now wait for the time to return, the time to set sail, and be guided by only the Stars. Back to Skjoldier. (Okay, Skoldier is un-findable because of the sheer amount of Ice that is blockading the waters. Reason as to why we can leave is because we had specific ships, made to wreck ice. Regardless, the Vikings, or anyone else, cannot find Skjoldier anymore, it is unfindable.) --Seventh

War Claim Granted. --Seventh

War Claim Granted. --Seventh

War Claim Granted. --Seventh

War Claim Granted. --Seventh

War Claim Granted. --Seventh

War Claim Granted. --Seventh

By stealing these designs, you mean drawing it on paper? So, I can travel to Hanseti, draw every one of their war-machines (Which were all approved, and they DID have a 32 Paged Google doc for their creations) And make it in 3 minutes and call it perfect? 'Lore'. Your Lore behind this is walking into Alras, and drawing a Trebuchete. Without even doing any math behind it. *Sigh* Okay, I'll grant you the design, but all it is, is suspended by a string. You have no clue how to operate, or create an operating one. --Seventh

*Opens both eyes, mouth gaped open* How, in all hell, did you draw a high sophisticated war-machine that works off barreled draws, and hundreds of years of cration, and then built one - No problem? I'd like to see your 32 Paged google-doc on how you were able to suddenly, equip yourself with such mechanical genius, that you were able to build one from drawings. If I do not see the "Sufficient" RP for this, it will be considered Null. Edit: From reading your posts on how this is just a counter-wieght schematic design, you did not consider the mechanical interface that links it all together. Edit 2: Blueprints? Stolen Blueprints? How the heck were you able to steal non-existant blueprints? While I was in charge of the military, I made sure we left no trace of our Catapults and Trebuchete's. Unless we have someone from the original Alras Engineer Guild suddenly, rp, re-making the entire schematic for these things, there were no such blueprints. --Seventh

Alright, if ye do the math, lad. I wenht into Salvus per elven day, and counted as many a sI could. On average, ye could muster around 3 - 4. 40 Troops of us dead, would still have troops left. *Chuckles to himself* (This is actually true, considering we added up the amount of troops, Trololol.) --Seventh

Denied. Your Bio is very strange. We were forced to mvoe out of Asulon, not because of choice, and it was timed. Was very strange. Some of your Open Responce Questions are Powergamed/odd. Try to think of these as Global, not revolving around a certain point/course of action. I'd like you to expand a bit more on your Metagaming and Powergaming explanations. Few Grammatical mistakes. (Not a big problem.) This was a very borderline application. If you have any Questions, hop on TS or send an App Team member a Forum PM to help you out. --Seventh

Everything was RP'ed, I even made it an event for the Pirates. Not only that, but I said, everytime you asked, that it was the Flag Ship. I remember dragging you into the Alrasian Order TS3 channel to talk to you about having an event for re-taking the ship. I wouldn't do it over a silly monk-ship, because I know that it took effort to create. I wouldn't have asked otherwise. Not to mention, Admiral living on a ship, doesn't really affect course. 2 Reasons. 1. Because there were no signs saying so, so technically there could be no countering it. 2. Fully Armed pirate group of around 6 - 7 > Admiral Rambo. As I've said, this is not a big deal. If you want the ship back, we can host an Event for EVERYONE to enjoy, about re-taking the Alrasian Ship. Not like this is the first time I've talked to you about it, Syrio. :3 --Seventh

What, the Alrasian Flag ship from when we entered Asulon. The one which I talked to you more than once, MediocreGamer? That one? The one where I repeatedly told you Pirates had gotten hold of, and it's their prized possesion, and has been so for a good long while? I even told you, if you want the Ship, we can have a scheduled event for you re-claiming it. I don't understand why this is a large problem? Especially if I already talked to you about it. Not to mention, that I even spoke to Native about this, beforehand. We needed tha flag ship for our RP. This is another case of jumping to conclusions. --Seventh