Shaeth

I will ask you when I get back online :P

((Can I sign the charter? :D))

Mc name- Schwaertz Ic name- Asch Schwaertz Do you have a villain application- No.. What will you contribute to the guild- I will contribute a determined fighter, and gatherer. Do you agree to follow and obey the rules?- I agree, and will obey! What previous Experience do you have?- I was one of the Cresents.. with Markus Powell. What have you done to promote the ideals of Aeriel?- I have been living by her rules for quite some time now, and tell people how it's like. Once in the guild, what branch will you belong to?- The workers branch, or the guard branch, depends on what is needed! What is your level in the skill the branch uses (for merchants write N/A) - I just started today, so my level is mining is just 5. But it will increase drastically as we speak! Have you signed our charter?- I have not yet. But if you require it from me, I will!

I sign your charter! A place for the elves apart from the Mori'Quessir is needed! :) ((Thing is, I did not like Laurelin too much, maybe the next elven village would just be huge God Trees, and houses running down from them, or little trees that are turning into houses. I couldn't find my way through Laurelin XD))

-Reserved-

- Chapter One - Arrival I woke up I made it, I have finally made it to my homeland.. the Land of the Elves. I stumbled along the paths of Malinor, into the capital of Malinor; Laurelin. It was there that I came across a very tall human figure, later knowing this man was "Ser Markus Powell". The first thing he did was give me some food, as he saw my skin was dry, and my face was worn out. I accepted without hesitating, and chew on it as if it was a feast. And a feast it was, for me atleast. For I had not eaten any decent source of food for days. Starvation was nearing, and that piece of bread put me back on my feet again. This 'Giant' as I sometimes call him now, he was the first to care, eventhough he was not one of the Elves. I thanked him with all my heart, and asked him a couple of questions. Food, income, and work. That were the keywords of those questions. "The Cresents", was all he brought out. He then left, after greeting each other and saying "Farewells". As I wandered around Laurelin, an eagle suddenly passed by. I followed it with my eyes, and as it disappeared in the sunlight, a small note fell on the ground before me. I did not notice it, until it was dragged alone the path, by the wind. The sound it made took my attention, and I picked it up. --------------------------------------------------- At the end of Dawn, come find me at the Temple. That is, if you truly wish to be one of us, One of "The Cresent". Only those deemed courageous enough, Will be able to join. A noble heart, a spirit unbreakable. That is, what we Cresents seek. --------------------------------------------------- Curious as the Elf I am, I waited at the Temple, till Dawn ended. And there he stood once again, the Giant named "Markus". He asked me if I was ready, and I just nodded. e jumped right off a cliff, and landed on his feet. "The Spirit of the Temple will protect you, you will not fall!" was all he said, from down there. I closed my eyes, and just stepped forward, and as if I was a feather, I slowly fell down. When I opened my eyes, I was thrilled. This sensation was addictive, but I was not here for fooling around. Markus ran before me, telling me to follow. Swift and agile as I am, I was able to keep up with him, and his enormous footsteps. We entered a thick forest, had to fight off a few Undeads, but we arrived at his Camp. A bed was already laying there for me, and a chest full of tools and weapons, to use only for the "Will of the Cresents". The Cresents, a guild made for protecting and serving the People, rather than some King or Queen. We are the Shield of the Citizens. We help anyone in need of it. Be it Dwarf, Orc, or Human. I, an Elf, will help you. Markus taught me their ways of the Blade, and the Bow. I have had the proper training in it myself, but learning from others does never harm your skills. So we practiced, and practiced. When he deemed me ready, we head out into the Wilds. Back to back, we overcame all challenges it gave us, leaving only the corpses of slaughtered Undead behind. Days past, and me and Markus became attached to each other, being the new Mentor I had missed for so long. I respected him, and acknowledges him, as a Friend. When we came back to our Camp, there stood Epilon, a muscular man, and also a member of our Order. We got introduced, and I immediately became fond of Epilon. He was a kind bloke, but not be mistaken, he was an superb fighter. As the day came to an end, we all searched for our beds, only to fall asleep untill Morning. - Chapter Two - Epilon woke me up that next day, he was assigned a Task by the Druids. We needed to tame Wild Wolves, and bring them back to Laurelin. "Tame Wild Wolves?" I asked, and he silently nodded. Only a fool would go on such a Task, or someone devoted for a cause. Epilon, I think he wanted to become a Druid of the Forest quite badly. And so we went, to seek the wolves he so desperately needed. We marched out in full gear, not knowing what would lie ahead of us. At sunrise we began to move, searching the lands of Aegis for any wild wolves. At night, was hid in caves and holes, for the Threat of the Undead was too much to handle with just the two of us. As if the rise of the Moon was their Master, they began crawling everywhere, even in the caves we were hiding in. We fought of a few waves of them, bandaging up our wounds as we went on. We came across a Boathouse, and took two boats with us, into the ocean. We peddled across the sea, leaving behind Laurelin, and even Malinor. And we entered Krugmar. Epilon did not feel safe here, and neither did I. The smell of blood reeked everywhere, these lands were filthed by those Orcs. Brutal as they are, they slaughter everything they get their eyes on, even us if we were not cautious. We climbed hills, and passed trees. Stealthy sneaking around, keeping our eyes open, and our ears wide. But on our journey, we never came across any wolves. We gave up, and head back. Through the lands of the Orcs, towards our own, Laurelin. As we were nearly back at our Base, Epilon and I departed, promising we would meet again soon. As I entered Laurelin, I walked upon a beautiful waterfall, flushing from inside on of the Great Trees. I sat down near it, and a voice got me off guard, and scared me almost to death. "Greetings" He said, and I greeted back. The man was called Thysa, and his nickname was one to be heard all across Malinor. "Nightmare Druid Thysa", I softly whispered, as I also had heard rumors about him. He was actually quite kind, and shared a bowl of soup with me. "Dawn made this, it's famous around here" he told me, and I assumed Dawn was his wife. Thysa loudly laughed, and I became embarrassed, knowing I had made a huge mistake. "She is the former Queen of the Oren, the Human people!" He replied to me, and I was stunned. A former Queen had made soup for others? What news was that! We talked about the Druids, and this "Grove" as he called it, I had no idea it had a name. A Grove is the place Druids have to relax, and meet up. Just as Warriors have their Warhall, Druids have their Grove. We talked for quite some time, and he had been running late. So, as always I greeted him kindly, and we were both off to another location. I walked across the Elven Bridge, and a Elf ran past me, almost knocking me off my feet. While I was following his movement three others chased after him. They finally caught up with him, at the end of the Bridge, and surrounded him, blabbering things as "I am hungry!" and "Shall we take a bite, Master?". The surrounded Elf spoke to one of them, begging him to listen. "Please Ben, Mother wanted to see you.." and the one supposingly being Ben answered. "Nonesense! Liar!". I had no idea what had just happened, but I decided to watch the conversation, and observe the "Three Demonic Figures", as I decided to call them. Instead of actual teeth, they had fangs. They gave me an omnious feeling, but they scared me not. I tried to come between them all, but as I did, the surrounded Elf took his chance, and ran away. The Three chased after him, yelling at him and quite enjoying themselves if I was right. Like a Lion playing with his prey, that's what they were. Still shocked by what I had just seen, I stumbled into a Pub, asking for an ale. The bartender gave me a back glass, seeing I needed something bigger. "Drink up, lad. You see a bit pale!" he said, and I only grinned. "You got that right, that sure was weird.." I replied, and drank it up.

Schwaertz - Shaeth Ashborne.