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Majora rolls her eyes heavily, a hand setting to her face. "Holy fike, Godfrey is going to come out of his grave and kick his ass..."

Malineer sends out a short notice with the edict. "the purpose of the edict and the order and education in question will be revealed within the elven week when preparations are complete. Currently practicing physicians of the will only have to suffer through a small test to prove themselves and perhaps a refresher course should they fail. contact the Imperial Physician via bird if you have questions. However I will leave you with the notice that the order's main goal will be the free treatment of citizens and education."

House Lavada is an unlanded house, as is House Basileus.

Rp, personally.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=FtXs_6MSqeg#t=26s Upon the balcony of their manor in Norfolk, two of the Lavada men speak over wine and the sun’s setting, the fiery orange hue of the blazing star shines over the clouds, illuminating the sky before them in a curtain of bright goldenrod colored light, dancing over the salmon tinted fog below the star on the horizon. “The House has come far since you turned it over to me, Namiir..” Falias would say, the youngest of the siblings, a chocolate haired man, six stones tall with amber eyes. “We have collected, we have a business, wealth, a home of our own.” “Not far enough for my tastes, brother.” Namiir, the eldest of the siblings would respond, the snowy haired male brushed back a few strands of hair, tucking them behind his pointed and pierced ear. “There has been money, but all nobility can say they have as much if not more than we. There is a manor, but we once held a kingdom. There is a circlet...yet you could have had a crown.” Namiir would pause, leaning back in his seat and motioning with two fingers to the goblet upon the table, a young servant girl proceeds to fill the cup from a bottle, before standing at attention once more. “I sense criticism on the horizon Namiir, share your opinion brother I’m eager to hear your thoughts.” Falias adds in, leaning forward in the armchair to get a look of his brother’s expression, a stern gaze, one of restrained annoyance. “You are a lord, the head of a house...a house with no land. No history, and due to the previous rulers of Holm, no respect.” Namiir pauses for a sip of his wine, his golden eyes narrowing upon the sunset before them as he continues. “There is much more to be accomplished, when I surrendered my claim as head of house, I assumed you would not be satisfied with petty coin and a lack of land." “Dear brother, it was often your weakness to jump to conclusions..” Falias responds coolly, adjusting the silver circlet upon his head and leaning into his seat once more. “I said the house has gone far, however I did not say I had no intentions of taking it further. There has been a period of inactivity among our siblings...Isabelle, Cethina, Baydel. Nowhere to be found, Barian is hot headed, though we can make use of this. There is war on the horizon...and it is my intention to earn our name respect with blood...” Falias reaches back from his armchair, flicking his wrist and sending the maid scurrying back into the manor. Letting his hand come to rest against the wooden arm of his chair, the caramel skinned male continues. “None shall best the black hound...our bite is fire, our fangs, steel. Our howl shall be the sound of death itself drawing near.” Falias reaches for his cup, lifting the goblet in hand, and across the table. “Always faithful...” Namiir reaches his own goblet upward, clicking it against his brother’s softly. “Always faithful.” With this the two brothers down their drinks, the fiery streaks of light watching in on their conversation now surrendering to the darkness, laying their ashen overcast in place of the light, an unintended close to the conversation as the children of the black dog make their way indoors.

Samuel pauses, looking over the edict and nodding slightly. "Verily? Tis' in good time, this declaration. The divine's word shall be followed..."

The order of St Amyas. The Knights Chapter of The Grand Lorraine Truths The Knights of the Grand Lorraine recognize four basic truths of this world as absolute fact 1. The creator is the ultimate power and wisdom of this world, and all worlds. 2. The Creator’s word is law, in this world and, all worlds. 3. The creator’s word should be shared with all those who would choose to hear it. ​4. Those that Reject the word of The Creator and defy it are to be punished. The chapter exists in service to the The Almighty Creator, his Clergy and his Divines. The Chapter acts as Warriors, Clergy, and Historians for the Church of the True Faith and the Divines. Men of the order are taught to practice self-discipline, study scripture, armed combat, and record historical events. Vows Men of the order take vows to The Creator, The Divine Emperor, The church of the True Faith, and the High Pontiff himself. They are to ensure the stability and loyalty of the order. These vows are as follows: Celibacy. The vow to abstain from and avoid the temptations of lust, wicked is the temptation of fornication and leads men to stray from the creator's light. Poverty The vow to abstain from the sins of greed, to forsake worldly possessions and pledge all of one's self, material possessions and wealth to the church of the true faith. Obedience The vow to remain obedient to the faith, the Church and the order. Piety The vow to remain true to the creator’s word. To remain faithful to his law, his name and his glory. To follow scripture, pray and praise his name. Patience The vow of peace and temperament. To ensure no member of the order is needlessly bloodthirsty or angry, this vow is to ensure a calm mind and heart. Hierarchy Master of Order - Master of Arms- Master of Scrolls Knight of Lorraine - High Chaplain of the Lorraine High Sergeants - Chaplain Sergeants - Scholar Child of the Lorraine Rank Descriptions Council Master of Order: The Master of Order is responsible for maintaining political ties, managing the order’s finances and teaching High Knights and High Chaplain’s the importance of social interaction and patience with the outside world. Master of Arms The master of arms is responsible for the training of High Knights and High Sergeants as warriors and in discipline, planning battles and leading charges against enemies of the church. The Sentencing and prosecution of heretics, oath breakers and deserters. Master of Scrolls The Master of Scrolls is the head clergyman and Historian of the order, responsible for recording and safeguarding church and order declarations and history. Preaching the creator’s word to order members, overseeing the studies of High chaplains and Chaplains and dispersing clergy of the order to missionary work. Combative ranks: Knights of Lorraine. Responsible for the training of a child of the Lorraine, taking one of them under as a ‘squire’, leading small fighting forces comprised of Sergeants and High sergeants into battle. As well as physically conditioning themselves and attending chapel. High Sergeants. Responsible for the continuous training of Sergeants, reports to the Master of Arms for training and to update him on the progress of Sergeants. Sergeants The basic footmen of the order, responsible for their own upkeep and following the orders issued to them. Clergy ranks. High Chaplain. The followers of the faith, responsible for directing chaplains and scholars in activities, scripture readings and chapel sessions. May be called upon by the Master of Scrolls for missionary work, along with chaplains. Chaplain Responsible for recording small sections of history and scripture for the order’s collective library. As well as working alongside Sergeants to teach Children of the Lorraine the creator’s word. Scholar: Responsible for studying only, not allowed to preach the creator’s word until deemed fit by a high chaplain or the master of scrolls himself. At which time they become a chaplain. Child’s rank Child of the Lorraine: Children, usually orphans in the care of the order, taught scripture and made to work under a knight until adulthood. Where they may be promoted to Sergeant or Scholar based upon their preference. Application to the order:

Sunbi Ishikawa glances up from his meditation in the garden, looking to his father with a skeptical expression and moves to stand, making his way to Shas O' Kais. "Father, are you sure this wise? There may be others such as the previous Shimazu...Who attempted to rebel..I do not discourage your decision, but I believe preparations should be made, the backgrounds of our fellow men to be investigated."

-Majora adjusts her crown from Holm as she read, raising a brow. "Who the feck does Holm have a military?! Bah. when my husband ran it, didn't even have on then..."

-Employees are sent to place fliers in Oren Cities, Vaerhaven, Malinor, and Dwarven Holds.-

-Majora looks over the flier her voice growing low and hoarse as she growls under her breath.- "You don't feck with Thyone Ch-" she pauses, hearing the roar of the angered crowd. "Clever bastards..."

"I hear three-thousand mina! Can anyone beat, three thousand Mina?" -After a time Falias nods, lowering his hand- "Sold! For three-Thousand Mina!"

A young, stern faced, wood elf male in fine, elegant clothes stands atop a podium at the nation crossing, three large kegs on stands behind him. The dark skinned male announces to the crowd before him. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Orcs, dwarves and elves. Behind me stand the last remaining Aegian brews of The Maiden’s Bane brew master, Tassel D. Lavada. Daemon’s Delight! The ingredients to make this special brew were destroyed with Aegis and these are the final remaining batches of this famous beverage! And as a special promotion for the Lavada Family Brewery we are holding an auction for these one of a kind brews. That’s right! You could walk away with one of these rare and soon to be unobtainable kegs. “ The elf turns, motioning to a similar looking young elfess, standing nearby in a small booth lined with mugs and small kegs. “For the duration of the auction we will be serving free samples of the Lavada Family Brewery’s signature ale: Maiden’s Heart!” Turning back to the crowd the male raises his hand into the air. “The bidding begins at one-hundred mina! The top three bidders shall each receive a keg! We shall accept valuables as well as mina!”

MC name: Name: Falias Spratic Lavada Race: Wood Elf Biography (At LEAST a sizable paragraph.): I was born in a small area of the wilds fifteen years before the fall of Asulon and our departure to Elysium, My father took ill Shortly after arriving to Anthos and my older brother pleaded with His Imperial Majesty to become a noble house of Oren, his Imperial Majesty thankfully accepted his offer and we were named a noble house, I've decided to do something useful four our House's name and join the chapter of the Lion in service to the Holy Empire and the Creator. Do you have a VA? For which evils?: ((No Va, I'll write one though, I always do)) Why do you wish to join the Chapter?: In order to serve his Imperial Majesty, the creator and to bring respect to our House's name. Any past experience in Oren's military?: None. Skills and Abilities?: My father taught me basic swordsmanship when I was younger, and I was made to collect lumber in the wilds for them. Criminal record?:None What do you think the most valuable trait to have is?:Faithfulness Are you applying as a footman or squire? If you are applying as a Squire, you'll need noble blood of an actual offically approved Oren noble house:A Squire.

-Malineer pauses upon spotting one of the wanted posters, reaching out to pluck it off it's post. "Hnmm, clever little beast that one. One would have never suspected..." he snickers to himself, tossing the flier aside and trotting off.-

((No, no. She's halfbreed filth :3))

(("Tassel D Lavada, King of Holm was in a wheelchair for fifteen years after a horrendous accident involving the damaging of Nerves in his spine causing him to be paralyzed from the waist down, it wasn't until at the end of these fifteen years and with magical intervention he was able to stand (Only with help mind you). And he also read constantly to help ease his boredom at his lack of work and exercise. So, everything has been done before at some point X3))

-Akal leans his head back, staring upwards into the sky- "...Well, I should start digging a grave..."

Name of Dryad, Greek word and English meaning: peripéteia/Adventure Type of Dryad: Orange tree Dryad Picture of Skin:

MC name: Name: Akal Ipos Race: Dark Elf Biography (Few sentences): (A LOT happened to Akal) Do you have a VA? For which evils?:Yes, 2a 2b and 3z (soon to remove 3a and 2b) Why do you wish to join the Chapter?:As I said, I'd like a new start for Any past experience in Oren's military?: No. Though I served in new Alstion as a guard Skills and Abilities?: I'm fairly experienced with a short sword, and a sword-breaker. Criminal record?: Not much of one, I was tossed in a cell before for a few fights. What do you think the most valuable trait to have is?: Patience. Are you applying as a footman or squire? If you are applying as a Squire, you'll need noble blood of an actual offically approved Oren noble house: A footman.