Idioticozzy

*coughs again, waiting for Artorus's reply*

"My lord?"

*Argyll looks up from Artorus to the Dark Elf boy, wandering why he is drinking and who let him in*

*Argyll slowly comes back to Artorus, shifting in his clothes, and coughs, beginning to talk once more*

"I know I might of come of age by now, being ten and nine, but I still wish to take to the Rangers my lord, if you would accept me into your household, I would be eternally grateful.."

*Argyll pauses for a moment, waiting for his grandfather to respond*

*Argyll stares at the man, wondering what he should do, instead, he walks back to Artorus, straightening his clothes along the way*

*Argyll prepares himself for the imminent charge at him*

"Can someone help me? I have no weapon?!"

*glances around at all the nobles*

"Well?!"

*quickly leaps to the side, yelping, his cloak billowing as he slow-mo dives into some cutlery*

"GEEET HEEM!"

*gets back to his feet in a defensive position*

*eyes the fool up and down with his grey eyes*

"I would rather have a fine horse than that boar, fool, and I would rather not bow down to you, or any man, other then the Emperor, Guards, this man has had his time..."

*Argyll glares at the fool*

"You fool, if I had my blade with me, I would run you through, how do you know I am a bastard anyway!"

*growls louder*

"And a god?! He is just a fool, ladies and gentlemen..A fool!"

*turns around abruptly, staring at the man on the boar*

"What is this?!"

*growls lowly, reaching for his bastard sword, then realises it was taken away from him when he entered "Bastard" he thought..*

*Argyll inclines his head towards his grandfather, feeling nervous in his presence*

"My lord, I wish to seek a home at Ildon...With you. I am Argyll Arendor, bastard son of Harrion Elendil, your son, and I am your grandson, even if I am not an Elendil..."

*pauses and lets his grandfather reply*

*Argyll spots his grandfather talking to a relative. He is wearing a grand outfit, the colours of the house Elendil, a deep dark blue with grey. He is slightly nervous as he approaches his noble grandfather. He brushes his black wavy hair to a side and glances to a young woman, dancing with a man, and gives her a nod. She has dark hair with grey eyes, obviously a relative to himself. Argyll stands before his grandfather far to soon for his liking, and coughs quietly*

"My lord?"

*Argyll Arendor strides into the ballroom, wearing rough travel garb of dark navy blue and ash grey, with a heavy black coat trimmed with wolf fur. His face is stern as a rock while he studies the crowd with his grey eyes. He notices he few looks from some fancy looking lords and ladies and tries to ignore them, striding further into the grand ballroom. He feels a light tap on his back and turns around to stare at a small man, wearing rich velvet colours and a rich looking hat*

"My lord, who might you be? I must present to the noble lords and ladies that are here tonight"

*Argyll looks down at him*

"I am Argyll Arendor. The bastard of Harrion Elendil, I'm here to greet my Grandfather, Artorus Elendil"

*Argyll notices the herald decides not to call out the shameful bastard of the noble house Elendil as he again, strides into the ballroom, trying not to knock into dancing couples*

((Wait...void that...))

EDIT: ((Unless you have some left?))

*pins a note* I would like a fine suit of plate with a steel (iron) bastard sword. Meet me in Arethor if you wish.

*signed with black ink* Argyll.

I'll add you up :P

I have been drawing away from Lotc for sometime now, and I don't really know why, I have been on it for a year :P. I wander if i just need a character change, I will get rid of the two characters I have now and focus immediately on the bastard born.

As I said before, I have been on here since September last year, so I am quite and experienced player.

I am offering to do anything, the real deal child when I start from BABBY and age correctly, or...well do it the way you want.

I want the person to be in a house, I think that if I was born to a house it would be more interesting than just a peasant :P (lol).

So, post on here if you want meh!

*Ser Ferror strides into the Hall*

"Have I missed anything?"

*Ferror takes his seat*

*sends a letter to Mizu*

Name- Ser Ferror.

Squire- Amael

Location- Highwood, Silverblade lands

I would...

Damn..I lost 2000...

(( Majiir is looking for someone to look after him :( ))

*grumbles slightly*

"As you wish, Grand Ser..."

*walks off, looking for other Knights*

*looks to his two squires*

"Sharpen your swords, clean your amour, and prepare of for war, we have some killing to do."

The two squires both reply back "God wills it."

*wonders to himself after reading the post, and how his father used to tell him the stories of Old Oren, and the North*

"I wonder if he needs sympathisers.."

*talks to himself, and walks off, wondering about the days of old*

Vaq, there's one change to stealth I'd like added; And that's when wearing armour all the chances would be decreased. Logically how could an.. let's say human dodge a lot of his attacks in armour? Or turn invisible in armour? It doesn't really make sense.

This would decrease OP tanks that dodge everything then kill you people.

Nice work Vaq!