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  1. Name: Berendan 'Crowley' Thorne II. 

    Age: 

    Race:

    Allegiance (Current nation of residence): Dunno.

    Past Military Experience: many.

    None-Military Experience/Skills: Can bake a pretty good chocolate cake. 

     

    OOC Information: 

    MC Name: Wetoos

    Skype Name (Used for updates, news and information): yes

    Teamspeak is a required tool for battles and major events, it is recommended that you at least download it upon joining the Order.

    Have you been in the Order before?: yes

    Do you plan to make this character one of your primary?: yes

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    As a retinue of Gold Corpsmen made their way to Laureh’lin, they were stopped by a sinister force. An assassin of undead in nature was attacking a wood elven soldier. The patrol made to accost the creature, but the foul being escaped, the Corpsmen choosing to prioritize saving the injured elf than hunt down the brigand.

     

    The Gold Corps medics were able to save his life after a lengthy surgery.  After sending two scouting parties to find the assailant, and both coming up short, they took them the injured elf to Carnatia to be provided further treatment. The elf has survived his injuries, despite being in a sorry state.

  3. Let me just get out of hibernation here.. Aight, I'm good. I've known Fireheart for quite som time, and I have to begrudgingly admit that his leadership and way of handling situations is superior than me, which requires me to overlook my great pride. I think he will do s good job, something that has surely not be present from time to time by certain members of Staff. Wake me when you need me, I'm heading back to hibernation. Somebody make this +1 green. 

  4. Sariant Medic Thorne sits in a newly created outpost ahead of the main group along with a small amount of Sariants, polishing his weapons and armor,sometimes placing some sharpened sticks into a small palisade. He looks at the wall next to him, smiling under his helmet as he stares at a perfect picture of the love of his life, waiting eagerly for her and his brothers.

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