Idioticozzy

"Also buyin' leather"

"I'm in need for a large quantity of Arrows, crates full. 3 'orens per arrow, I can push i' further, i 'aven' go' a lo' of gold, so don' expect me to go a lo' further"

((Why should it it be locked?))

*Argyll adds a name to the list of Adunian Ranger Initiates. It reads "Wilkomir: Ranger Initiate" nods with satisfaction after hammering it into the wall*

((zdr5 has joined my ranks. I will try find him some armour, a bed and shizz. A guy got attacked by Orcs, I came to help, and zdr5 was already there, fighting 3 Orcs off, I think that is Adunian Ranger material))

((Thanks for the Tartan Han, I love it <3))

*Argyll stands in his father's fort, listening to Thorenir's words. He didn't have to, he was there for all of it, loyal to Torrhen. Even in the last few moments, where he was ready to kill Thorenir on the word of his lord. Those were the same last few moments where Torrhen turned around, opened the hard stone door, and walked away*

"A new beginnin'.."

((Wow, I like the Tartan!))

(( I really want to come back, but I feel like this new 2.5 map is rather..bad. Can someone tell me when 3.0 will be up, so I know when to come back. I will try and be more active, I promise :'(. And also, someone tell me if everyone has grown up  So I know how to post my returning post thingy-bob thingy))

((I'm back :3))

*snarls after hearing the news within Ildon*

"So the 'ightowers spread there cursed power.."

*passes the note, the face catching his eyes*

"Hmm..I saw tha' face back in Ildon.."

ME GUSTA!

*growls, hearing the messenger tell him the news*

"Boody senile 'ightower..."

*inclines his head "As ye' wish cousin, I guess I am no' trained enough..alrigh'...well good like anyway..Farewell, and come 'ome" He nods to him, before cantering back.

*Argyll suddenly rushes out of the keep's hall, dressed with a heavy mail hauberk, and adorned over that a large white wolf fur cloak, his own wolf's, which was brutally murdered in Arethor, he also has a belt at his side with his bastard sword sheathed in it, called Iogan. He jumps onto a chestnut Andalunian stabled up , carrying his large leather bag over his shoulder with his equipment. Argyll spurs the mount onward, zooming out of the keep, chasing his cousin*

"WAIT! MY LORD! WAIT!" Argyll yells.

*a bird carrying a small message arrives at your feet*

If you still have any left, I require a bastard sword and a set of Iron Armour. If you can, meet me in Arethor.

signed

Argyll Ilych

((No, what I mean is, yu inna rage boi! :P))

((*cough cough* ^^^ Power hungry? ^^^ xD))

*Argyll meekly steps to the high table, sitting close to his family, trying to ignore the eyes looking at him in the modest hall*

*Argyll takes a duck leg from a nearby plate and picks at it, slowly chewing it. Argyll puts his duck down and pours himself a small goblet of mild wine, lifting it up to the Prince Patrick, and taking a sip before asking "How fares you, Prince?" *

*Argyll rode at the back of his grandfather's entourage with the lowly men-at-arms and the few rich rich countrymen of Ildon. He rode on his black Andalunian to the stables, paying a few copper coins to keep him safe, and enters a nearby tavern on the streets of Mireton wearing a dark navy gamebeson with dark grey woolen breeches, and his bastard sword through his leather belt.

*He now walks towards the grand hall to where he hears boisterous laughing and loud music, just what he wanted. He glares at some Orcs with his steel coloured eyes, wandering why they are here, and sweeps his dark wavy hair to the side, wanting to look more presentable. He enters the hall, and cannot make his mind up whether to shame the Elendils with his bastard presence or sit on a small table. Argyll stands there perplexed until a herald taps him on the back to ask for his name*

"Argyll Ilych...Bastard of Harrion Elendil..." He mumbles.

(( If you want I can help you OOC'ly :P))

*Argyll climbs up the ladder, he has snow flakes in his fur cloak and his dark wavy hair, his cheeks are rosy red, and his steel grey eyes pierce through the gloom of the tower. He nods to the young lady and goes in for a medieval arm shake thingy ((Awesome)) with Derrek*

"My lord cousin, I have come to join you...and your rangers" Argyll states hoarsely.

*Argyll strides into the courtyard of the Elendil keep through the blizzard, wearing a fur cloak and the colours of the house Elendil, he has a stern expression on, and he is shivering underneath his clothes*

"Hello?! Is anyone home?!" Argyll shouts.

((Just so all you guys know, I have become a bastard of Harrion Elendil, named Argyll, I have talked to Axl about it and he said it's fine, we have everything sorted :P. Oh, and Derrek, I am joining the rangers, as is customary of Adunian young men to do, so you have a cousin in your ranks :P))

*Argyll inclines his head, excited about his new home and family, not just some brothel, but also grateful that his grandfather accepted him*

"Thank you, my lord, I will rush to meet him"

*Argyll quickly strides out of the ball, sick of the place, and into the street of Arethor, grinning to himself*