Mizu/Uzim

Matthias Revlis gathers the horde once more in honor of his father Richard for this war.  

Dunamians begin to gather and train together.

Dunamis Pride World Wide they shout

Matthias smirks.

Richard laughs "If you wish to do these actions then join Oren you fool, you have no one supporting you and your false accusations as 'king'. Go home, youre drunk.

Richard would look back to his men smirking "Let it all fall into place."

15 hours ago, NordicG-d said:

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15 hours ago, bahbou said:

OOC/RP Application

MC Name:bahbou123456

RP Name:Frenin Thorkon

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Timezone:+02:00

Profession:chef 

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PK Clause Agreement ((Yes or No)):yes 

Accepted.

On 1/23/2016 at 5:38 PM, ✗ ≬ ≬ ♏αɟεoℓog ≬ ≬ ✗ said:

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On 1/19/2016 at 6:51 PM, Venom1256 said:

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PK Clause Agreement ((Yes or No)): Sure

Accepted.

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16 hours ago, Icarnus said:

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Profession: miner

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15 hours ago, Ioannis said:

 

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+1 great guy and loves his horses!

Accepted.

Accepted.

Notes are pinned by a Dunamian servant around Felsen, the note would entail the following:

"Richard Luca is in my basement ready to be bought out, highest bidder takes him home. Get going boys."

Status: Dead

I remember the first day i walked into the silverblade keep, and there he was standing 7ft tall. I greeted with a smile and then become his son. +1

Richard laughs

-Richard approves of this charter giving his signature

+1 hes a great friend an hasgood family values

Richard gathers the horde into his throne room a smirk on his face "I am back boys."

Does he dream?
 

The thought lingered in every Dunamian within the strong Horde fortress. For two years the Marshall of the Horde, Richard Revlis, had slept in his quarters, attended to by his entourage and fed thin stew through a washed lamb bladder. Against the men’s hopes, the coma never abated, and their faith in him was seemingly for naught - his form shrank and his strength had left him.

One by one they left him, until he was left with only his faithful wife Celia to feed, shave, and bathe him. For over a year she did this, praying to a different god every night for her husband’s return. Visitors lending their condolences and kind words became fewer and further between, and for six whole months he had only Celia to keep him company.

One night, Celia reached her wit’s end. For a stone fortnight her lover was gone from her, even while she kept his body presentable. She resolved to burn him in a pyre over his fireplace and save the ashes. As she set him down to pour oil over the setting, his eyes opened, and he would state:

“W-what are.. you doing?..”
 

She dropped the can of oil, spilling it over Richard’s tabard, thought she was too busy hugging and kissing him to notice. After regaining the strength to walk, he set about gathering the band back together, beginning production of arms, armor, food, horses, the tools of Dunamis. He had had dreams all right -

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But that was not all he dreamt of.

Months later, Richard can be seen with his doting wife peering across Dunamis lands from the keep’s grand balcony; first to the fields, attended by orcish farmers overseen by Bulter Jones;  then to the barn and grazing plains, filled to the brim with cattle and steeds, all their needs met and their elders slaughtered by a lone herdsman; to the great spruce yard whose saplings had begun to stretch upward, leaves kissing the sky and branches holding one another in embrace.

Finally his gaze shifted south, to the coast, where all manner of dark-skinned laborers made themselves busy building, laying the foundations for a great port town. The concept that had flitted about Richard’s mind and been referenced in his journal since Athera was finally coming to fruition on the southern tip of Vailor: a lake surrounded on all sides by land save for an inlet into the Southern Sea, within a stone’s throw of the Horde keep. Richard closed his eyes as he envisioned all the goings-on of the soon-to-be community - what would it be, he wondered? A mercantilist pillar for sea-borne merchants? A haven for brazen pirates? The launching port for the next great continental exodus, with fees charged for every emigrant? The possibilities seemed endless.

Later the same day he found time to steal away from his wife while she knitted, and visited the construction sites. Most men turned their faces from him to avoid offense; the foremen and supervisors and overseers bowed their heads when speaking to him. Reaching the edge of the water he walked the beach before coming across a muddy dinghy parting the waves. A boy, seeming to him no older than 15 years, had busied himself running the vessel into the sandy beach. The boy, whom Richard assumed owned the vessel, reacted to Richard’s imposing figure the same way his fellow laborers did.

To this one, however, Richard reacted differently. Pulling a bottle of pale ale from his cloak, he popped the cork into the shallow water and handed the drink to the boy. After the boy took a few sips Richard took it back, drank half the bottle in a couple deft swigs and smashed the bottle against the small boat’s hull, watching the liquid spread across the water’s surface. Thus Richard had christened the first ship in Blackwater Bay.

today is not my day