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Arlen and his companions nod at the response, "We will be sending emissaries to Oren within a Saint's week." The men go back to packing supplies for their journey to the capital, checking off items needed on a list.

Arlen clutches tightly onto the scroll, crumpling its dull edges. He makes his way into a nearby tavern and falls to his knees, "The dark lord is here." he says.

Arlen Kharadeen nods in approval of the Clan's revitalization as he finishes reading up on their history, "The fact that Clan Goldhand has gone through many trials and tribulations, and yet still stands proud, shows that they are a strong-hearted and sturdy people! The Caliphate welcomes the Goldhands with great respect and dignification!" He would then begin to work on plans to have the Clan's history and other noteworthy writings archived in the library.

A courier from the Caliphate of Khalestine would return bearing a letter with a response:

"A long journey lies before us. We must have an undying passion and persistence if we hope to fulfill our duties." Arlen smiles widely as he watches his father descend from the fountain into the crowd, "Let us honor the Caliphate by being dedicated to these roles so that they may be inherited by our predecessors."

Arlen would be speechless as he stands in front of the now collapsed staircase. He periodically glances up towards the skies and back at the pillow pile, "Nafis..." He tips his head down so that he may say a silent prayer before sharply turning towards the city. "A young verbose man with a bright glittering loyalty..." Arlen would begin to make his way inside the city towards the home of young Nafis.

Another scroll is soon presented:

Name (Mc name in parenthesis after) - Arlen Kharadeen Age - 19 Race - Qalasheen (Human) Citizen of Khalestine? - Yes Brief description on who you are and what you currently do - As eldest son of Caliph Faiz Kharadeen, I feel it is essential for myself to garner as much knowledge about the rest of Athera as I can. At the time of writing this I can only see a mere reflection—an archetype of a prince. The ambition I hold is to one day achieve the status of a venerable member of the Caliphate through cultivation and action. Position applying for - Safeer Why do you wish to take on this position? - My life which had me meandering my way throughout realms granted me time for introspection. To travel, for me, is to remove the vapidity that I have only seldom experienced before. I have always yearned for the thrill of adventure and it is by my own intuition that I feel as if I would be fit to bear this title more than the latter. What do you hope to accomplish by taking on this position?- My primary goal as a Safeer would be to assist in forming bonds with the people of Athera. The thought discovering new cultures even excites me. What makes you qualified for this position?- My experience with now foreign lands extends to that of previously withholding the title of an underling "squire" to a Ser Otto Rovin. I keep myself well read in foreign political affairs, Human and various races alike. Since The Fringe, I had been considered dutiful and agreeable from past and present acquaintances. I hope to be influential and authentic when I come across new people and officials. Anything else you wish to add? - While some may struggle to interact with others, I find cultural diversity to be my strong suit. Adapting and integrating are fields I can excel at and understanding the situations of others will provide me the necessary tools to help as best I can. Any more information needed can be brought up with me whenever I am available in Al-Dirakh. Signature here: Arlen K.

Great job to those who built this from ground up! A lot of work was put in by a lot of people and all I see now is the determination these builders had to make it great! Amazing job to everyone involved, thank you! +1

Username: AlteredGENx Skype:alteredcriminal Testing experience: Beta tested a couple of mmos and also a former bukkit server owner which had Hunger Games How long have you played LOTC: About two years How familiar are you with our plugins (Nexus Craft, Claimable Regions, Professions): Very

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1KAnG44Iqw Brothers The ones who saved the man’s life The ones who molded the man into a soldier The ones who watched the man take his oaths The ones who called the man, brother. A lantern devoid of light and a small jaded journal rested upon a nightstand next to a spruced up featherbed; a soft faint shimmering from a small circular window gave it a pleasant scenic display. A man with golden locks covered by a fur cap briskly entered through the door so that the harsh winter snow wouldn't disrupt the interior. With a an emphatic swing, the door was shut returning the inside to it’s placid state. Over his chain maille came his surcoat which bore the sigil of House Rovin. He would whack his boots against the hardwood floor, removing any remnants of snow that had managed to clasp onto the bottom before making his way towards the nightstand. A low comforting sigh elicited from the man’s mouth as he lowered himself onto featherbed, crumpling the prickling fur blanket. He reached for the the lantern and unlocked the cage so that he may share his torch’s breath with it. He set the lantern in a niche along the wall behind him and fiddled with the wick before bringing his attention back to his goal. The journal had been placed on top of the small table, a small feather finding its way out from the top. The man stared at it with apprehension before finally resolving to grab the book. Having his mind roused by curiosity, he abruptly darted for it, even questioning himself as to why he did so. The book felt rigid, wrinkled, and chapped in his cold hands; it had been through a long journey. The man handled the book with care as he delicately flipped passed the cover to the first page. From a distance outside the door came a loud cacophony of men and dwarves alike. A particular discussion split off from the ensemble and began to make its way to the barracks. The man closed the book, stood up, and tucked it away under his tabard as he faced the door. Two men leisurely walked inside, one bearing a large burlap sack swung over his shoulder. The other followed and wore a familiar casual smile on his face. The two men exchanged greetings to one another as they walked by. The man once again stood outside in the frost biting cold that he was all too familiar with. He patted the lump under his tabard reassuring himself and turned for his own room within the barracks. After making himself comfortable in his own featherbed, the man once again opened the book back up, making sure to read as many entries as he could. He chuckled lightly when he came across a particular entry that he remembered all too clearly: The stories presented him with a taste of nostalgia; the rich accounts of adventures they had once shared left a merry expression on him. This joyful grin however quickly left him when he noticed an abrupt end to the journal. The following pages were deprived of any ink or markings causing the man to frown slightly. He began flipping through the blank pages one by one until eventually a page with writing that would have seemed to be written by a child resided. The book was closed suddenly when Eagle's Perch began to tremble and the aged knight busted in through the door, "They're here."

I've been a part of another community with a web layout that I absolutely adore. It may be useful and provide a little inspiration. If LOTC's web designer is interested in this then I highlty suggest he that he should pm me :) In regards to the prototype I will say that it is a different look which'll be appeasing for current members, but that seems to be its only purpose. I sense a rather placid vibe when gazing upon it and think that we could all really benefit from a complete revamp of the system.

An eager teenage boy walks up to the guild house and places his application papers inside: Name: Arlen Kharadeen Age: 16 Race: Human Are you of the True Faith or converting?: I am of the True Faith Any past experience with fishing, whaling, or sailing?: I'd like to consider my self an adequate fisher.