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On 1/1/2019 at 5:00 PM, ohhehe said:

A young Sigfreid Ruric would look to Albrecht. “There’s more of my family?”

Albrecht looks over to the young boy saying “It seems so, who cares anyway. Keep reading those books on the bookshelf.” 

12 hours ago, EagleEyeKK said:

Name: Songleain

Age: Eight

Race: Half Dark-Elf, Half Snow Elf

Gender: Female

Kasimir shrugs at the application, handing a note to the messenger. “Report to the mother's breast tavern!”

18 hours ago, Chromie said:

Name: Te shu

Age: 12 

Race: Laobai-zhu

Gender: male

 

Report to the Smothers breast tavern! says Kasimir.

12 minutes ago, Snowypaw said:

[!] The application is written with flourishing, but messy cursive letters. It seems that the child who wrote this was an amateur at writing this way, with some of the letters being larger than others.

                                                                         

Name: ThE Young LAdy, JuliyA Maria LudovAr

Age: It’s impolitE to asK a WomaN her age! ThOUgh, I am cerTinLe CerTainly YounG EnOugh

RacE:  HumAn, of cOUrse!

Gender: FeMaLE

 

I aM juST jOINing to lET my pResEnce be nown knOwn!

A note is sent to the young lady Juliya.

it would read.. “many thank for interest, is best perhaps interview takes place first.”

meanwhile, somewhere in the world. The Bell family attends to its peaceful giant hermit crab.

9 minutes ago, VonAulus said:

Name: Rubert

Age: Holds five fingers up

Race: Highlander

Gender: 

Kasimir examines the application, particularly closely... “Hmm, there is nie gender listed... Will list as ‘other’”. A child would run over to Rubert, under the assumption the five year old was incapable of reading. “Um, report to the Mothers Breast tavern on the crossroad!” he’d say to the child, before hurrying off to the next applicant!

39 minutes ago, Axelu said:

Name: Alex

Age: young enough

Race: Human

gender: Female

Kasimir looks over the application. “Da is good friend of Belvitz and Ruska.”

The Jolly Band of Ruskan Children

--

Much like their predecessors, the Jolly Band of Ruskan Brothers and Sisters. The Jolly Band of Ruskan Children have dedicated their lives to the success of the Orthodox religion, themselves, and the newer Lesser Ruskan region known as Belvitz. More recently their attention and dedication has been directed towards the restoration of the Ruskan culture and its teaching. The band is made of up of lower and noble children alike who have come together for the greater good of themselves, abandoning the imperial teachings in hopes of returning to their traditional roots.

--

The Jolly Band is based in the ‘Mothers Breast Tavern‘ of Belvitz, in the Duchy of Adria, Empire of Man.

–

Why should you join?

The Jolly Band is a brotherhood of boys and girls who dedicate their lives to enjoyment, Godan, and success and help of themselves and others. The Band is an exciting time- little law, freedom, and happiness is what we promise. The Jolly Band is often active in obtaining ancient Ruskan knowledge. The Jolly Band are active as ever- always on the move, always watching, always doing something. If you find that you’re fed up with grown-ups and their endless lessons and are not afraid to get your hands dirty for Belvitz, join the Band. Those that join that band are always welcomed in our halls and are given bed and storage.


There are nie ranks within the Band - all are brothers and sisters in the same.

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Sign up today!

Name:

Age:

Race:

Gender:

You must be under the age of eighteen to join.

3 hours ago, Sky said:

Demetrius wonders how a man who fled on boat was able to return to post meaningless missives in Nordengrad, walk to Markev without anyone stopping him along the way and then return to the rest of the cowardice flock that claim to of fled but clearly were at the battle.

Exander didn’t leave. A few men stayed behind to continue the fight.

“Kenswey my boy, we’ve got a job to do.” says Albrecht.

Kasimir nods then sends bungo the correct seal.

https://imgur.com/a/AYvjoOG

“Pads our lad, la la la oh Pads our lad.” chants a young Kasimir.

Travis Bell looks over the poster for a moment, chuckling to himself before placing it to a side.

Very dedicated, known cruz for 5 years now. Great guy

takes no ****, good guy.

The walk from Nordengrad had been a long, ruthless one. The people of Nordengrad had lost their homes and livelihoods, though it wasn’t the end. Albrecht of Nordengrad had been tasked, the eve before the siege of Nordengrad to lead the townsfolk away, with a small retinue at his back.

Albrecht was relatively disappointed, he had a duty to the people of Nordengrad but instead was sent away. ‘Torsten wants me here.’ he’d reassure himself, ruffling the hair of the king's son who had left with him. Looking around him were the faces of many people he had lived with for the past decade. Their sullen, distant expressions had become too grim for Albrecht to cope with. How does one inspire hope when all hope is lost? He thought briefly, before chuckling to himself.

Dismounting from his horse upon reaching the docks, Albrecht cleared his throat. Motioning for the band to come together, before taking a swig of the contents from his flask and uttering a speech.

“As many of you have probably gathered by now, we’ve lost our home. We can sob and sulk over loved ones and possessions lost or we could look forward to the future.” he’d pause for a moment, looking out to the sea and raising his hand to the horizon. “Across this sea is a land the empire dare not follow. Somewhere you can start anew, somewhere the soils are so rich little effort will be required for cropping. A place unlike Atlas, where the echoes of war are unheard of.” turns back to face the band of former townsfolk. “Truth be told we here are a family, despite how much we may love or hate one another, and during times of turmoil, our bond together is only tightened. So that we may overcome the horrors that have befallen us.”

Many of the townsfolk begin to thank Albrecht for guiding them to safety before boarding the ships, before sailing off into the distance to start their lives anew.

Albrecht, however, stayed behind. There were many more fights to come and people who relied on him in Atlas. Mounting his horse and humming a tune, he’d set off to rejoin the refugees at Kaz’Ulrah.

A courier arrives at the Mournstone manor in Haense, note in hand. Handing it to the nearest Mournstone, he’d dart off into the distance, not to be seen again.

The Mournstone walks off into her manor, where the family was assembled. Breaking the seal she’d begin to read the contents out loud, for all Mournstones to hear.

“To my family,

It is I, Albrecht Mournstone.

I appreciate your letters, I wondered for a few years where you had all vanished off to. Perhaps you never knew where I was? Or worried about my safety in the wars to come… who knows?

It’s with regret I will be unable to join you, as some of you know. I’m not the most favoured man in Haense, or the empire for that matter…

and after being shanked once in this lifetime I’d prefer to dictate death on my own terms. Whether this makes me a traitor to the house is unbeknown to me, however.

I am a product of Varthok av Gottien’s making. So I hope you respect my decision to right the wrongs in my past and allow me to live and die beside my friends.

Despite my recent state, one of which I am sure you’ve all been made aware of. I’m still a capable fighter, I’ve been honing my skills against my peers with my opposite hand, granted.

I’ll never fight the way I used to, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

Gaius, you’ve always been a father figure to Mournstones, whether they be directly related or distantly related.

Admirable, I am sure you’ll continue to serve the family the only way you know how.

That being said, I’m certain you now wish that you gutted me there and then upon my return from exile. I don’t blame you, I’d probably do the same.

Valencia, eat. If the reports tell it true, you’ve lost weight and look as if you’ve given up hope.

I wasn’t able to keep my promise, I’m sorry… But you severed a tie when you asked me to murder my dearest, and closest friend.

Did I mention I was his best man at his wedding and guardian to his children? He never meant to kill Thoromir, it was an accident. Honour duels occasionally result in one's death.

I hope that one day you find it in your heart to forgive him. Even if you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me.

Ioana, you don’t share my blood but you carry our name. I still remember the day you came to us, snotty-nosed and cheerful. Keep your mother out of trouble.

Halle, I’m saving the best for last. It’s been two, no… three years? You’re smart and beautiful, sassy and caring. I’d like to think I taught you a fair amount about life, survival and the like…

My only regret is that I couldn’t teach you to avoid my follies, though I guess this letter as a whole could be considered my final lesson.

Should I pass over to the other side during this war preparations have been made to leave you a special something behind, do with it as you please. Keep it, break it, sell it.

I hope you remember me not for the wrong I have done, but for everything else. I love you kiddo, stay out of trouble and most importantly… Stay alive, for me.

No words can sway me back into the fray, I have a duty to the people of Nordengrad.

One which goes far beyond the name of Mournstone, some of you may recall my words when Gaius originally departed. ‘Home is a place you travel long and hard to find.’ and my home is here, In Nordengrad.

I offer no quarter in the war to come and I expect none in return.

With love,

A.Mournstone.”

4 hours ago, GrimReaper98 said:

Never, timezones destroy any chance of such.

clock blocked much?

When are you me and @Lark going to do something fun in RP?

Hilarious to think anybody in 2018 cares about a dox.

@SeventhCircle @Fireheart go get them boys.

Arno Sylvarno offers a discounted membership at his gym for the first year to celebrate the occasion

"Protection from what?" Albrecht ponders to himself, rubbing his chin before simply answering his own question "Oh right yes... yourselves!"

Name: Albrecht Mournstone

Race: Ulvegr

Gender: Male.

Age: 25

Titles: Mister

Nicknames:

Affiliation: House Mournestone

Religion: Red faith

Residence: Nordengrad

Alignment: Chaotic neutral

Appearance: Standing at 5’9, Albrecht is a relatively average looking man,with light coloured skin nature and light blue eyes  he’d even pass as attractive, were he to better groom himself. He maintains a reasonably sized build, he’d appear relatively toned, indicating he may have once upon a time kept himself in fine shape. He wears two inch heeled boots to seem taller than he actually is.

Personality:

Schemer , Strong , Hedonist, Lustful, Proud , Slothful, Greedy ,

GregariousPatient , Mystic , Impaler , Ambitious , Deceitful, Gambler , Tough Soldier, Aspiring Alchemist

Personal Quotes:

“Kenswey, my boy!”

“Keep preaching the past and one day you’ll wake up decrepit and old.”

“He said, she said, he did, she did. How boring.”

“Kenswey Kenswey Kenswey… Keep up your whole ‘i’m waiting until marriage’ and you’ll end up depressed with an overweight wife and six snotty kids by the time your forty.”

“Here's me asking you to forgive me for my various foolish words and deeds. Here's me apologising to you for my impatience, for my lack of faith and hope, for my obstinacy, doggedness. For my sulking and posing; which are unworthy of a man. Here's me apologising to you for things I understand and for things I don't want to understand’”

Albrecht Mournstone doesn't cheer, because he doesn't care.

He'll attend though, for where liquor flows Albrecht shall follow.