Drelik

Accepted

Drelik turns to Mili, reviewing Thorin's field of experience.

"I like this one, bring him by tommorow and we'll see If he can pass."

"You got a week to think this over."

(( already talked to you ooc))

One does not simply quit the Syndicate, Caliean, you know better.

(( Added in a rank system ))

(( This Sunday at around 10 or 11 est, time subject to change, the ranks will be given out in a ceremony.))

Name: Drelik Letholdus

Gender: Male

Is your character currently alive? Yes

If so, what is his/her age? 52

Race: Human of Northern decent

Biography: Ex-Flay, Ex-Knight, Head of the Syndicate organized crime group, his time of death drawing near, he hopes to set his son up with a better life, more so then that his own father, Letholdus did for him, so that his son won't be subject to living a lifestyle of greed, murder, and loneliness.

Screenshots/Skins(Please use a spoiler) Don't know how to work spoilers.

Seriously, you were my favourite staff member, perhaps person of LotC. You or Gaius (I'm attracted to older men, you see). You were very lighthearted when I joked with you, and patient beyond belief. I grin when I remember that someone said the N word on the build server and you let him go with a slap of the wrist, and not a ban or anything. Rightly so, imo, because I believe that you realized he was trying to joke, and not just a racist

COUGH COUGH ARIK COUGH

I hope you have a good life bra.

socks, y u never on

bro

yes

Well being as decembers already started, anyone who's already voted each of the five days, and continues to do so wins, woulda been nice to see this like nov 30th

(( sheesh. ))

Accepted

(( Sorry it took so long to get back to you, accepted, since we're in Temp map, we're going to be making

a little group with our old characters, all you'll need is that easy mini va thing unless your character was alive already during the Temp map's times. It'll just be a placeholder so we can do our villany until the server goes back to the real timeline. ))

Sheesh.

You're a great guy, sad to see you step down.

IC

Names: Letholdus,

Rire Marimot

Pheonixpro1

Jakesimonson

yayfunfunfun_6

Leland22

Ctapnews

Number of Players: 7

Team Name: Letholdus Logging Co.

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OOC

MC names: csalz96, thecrackerjack, Pheonixpro1, Jakesimonson, yayfunfunfun_6, Leland22, Ctapnews

Toppid question, but is the map described the 3.0 map or 2.5 island map?

Accepted.

We will meet you ICly for a bit of an introduction, then initiation.

Drelik stands up, chuckling, trying to hold in the laugh so he dosen't end up being Savage's snack, walks around the table, over to him, lowering his head, he whispers the contents of the letter into his ear, stepping back, tapping his foot, awaiting for some sort of animalistic response.

Dreliks eyes dart around, smirking, eyes then locking with Caliean, grinning

"Aye, that It will be."

"Those of you in the Syndicate, be prepared to lay down the path."

EDIT: @ Hylianmuffin, Surley))

EDIT: On second thought, Hylian, we know your characters kind of big into the elves so.. I just realised wouldnt make sense for us to send you an invitation.

"we are even working on LOTC alternate lore to establish a LOTC brand of RP on the island that we all know and love."

Verge?

I have no concern with Dusk's promotion, I honestly could care less. Im just a little disheartend that Goldrim was treated in such a way.

I will not have our GM's and Admins berated, if you have a problem with a promotion and a reason why take it up with an admin or present your argument in a respectful manner. If you use your words loosely, you will receive flak - that's nothing new.

In no way, was Goldrim's post immature, disrespectful, in no way.

Not one F-bomb, not one finger-point, not one "blaaah i paid money give me what i want"

type of rant, nothing.

Respect is something to be earned, if one trys to force it, they'll get the opposite in return.

What he said is a very nicely sugarcoated version of what a lot of people are thinking.

Please, leave then.

The mans donated 500+ dollars to this server in hopes of helping out, he has every right to nag and more dignity then to be told to just leave.

He's also got more +1's then the OP, obviously people agree with him.

(( Letters were handed out prior to this, only ex members of House Flay can join in here.

No spy BS. ))

Standing before the gates of Arethor, you dig your hand into your pocket, removing a letter, reading it over again, you nod, then being to make your way to old Renatus slums.

Cautious, unaware of what you are getting into, you scout out the town before entering, dead silent. A single torch burning, you enter the slums.

As instructed in the letter, you remove your bandana from your satchel, and hold it up in the air, as you walk through the slums, taking a single step forward, you turn the corner, and see "Noble", Drelik Letholdus, leaning on the wall before you, gesturing for you to follow him.

Doing so, you walk through the forsaken slums, stopping before a shack, seeming empty and dark, Drelik opens the door for you both.

You both step through, as Drelik stomps his boot against the wooden plank floor.

Seconds later, a lock is heard being popped open, and a sizeable square in the floor is pulled into the cieling. Suddenly, one of the men bursts his head through the hole, looking at Drelik, then climbing back down the ladder, you do the same, looking around, you see several men playing cards, drinking, and telling tales of old.

Drelik "Noble" puts his hand to his mouth, whistling loudly.

"Our last guest just arrived."

Everyone gets up, stretching, clearly having aged since the glory days.

They all head through a corridor, well-lit with torches, walking down the corridor,

a large table comes into sight.

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Drelik sits down at the round table, a matter of prinicple, for he does not see himself as superior to the rest.

Clearing his throat, he beings to speak.

"I'm sure ye' all remember the days under our Count, our Lord, our bloody evil bastard o' a employer. August Flay. Those were good days, do ye' not agree, comrades? We've all seen tough times since the day our liege lords head was brought into court before Godfrey, not unlike a bloody butcher decapitates a pig."

*Drelik spits in revulsion, then continues.*

"I myself know, I'd do anything to get those days back. To raid alongside ye', my brothers in arms, with Lord Flay rallying us with calls of blood and coin. Aye, that would be a sight to see. I've made something of myself from this chaos, the Syndicate, something I know August himself would beam with pride at the mention of. However, I know some of you don't wish te' follow me, as ye' followed our dear count. Believe me brothers, I do not wish te' replace August, I would never think of it. He was a father te' me, to many of ye', this I know. That is why I brought ye' here today. If our old boss could see us now, divided, a shell of our former selves and the glorious days of Flay, he would should a tear. I hold here a letter, given te' me by Godfrey himself, it may interest some of ye'."

Drelik takes out a scroll, aged, its the broken seal of a flayed man adorns the opened parchment. He passes it around, allowing men to see. He eyes them carefully, before continuing.

"As I said, August was like a father to us, at least te' me. So are we not his sons? Are we not all Sons of August? Whether he be dead or alive, burning in the fires of the nether or plotting in a castle far off, I will honor his memory, as we all should; in the only way I know how.

Drelik takes out a skinning knife, running it against the table

"Ye' all read that letter by now, you know what might come. Let us be bound together again, in memory of our Lord. For if that letter does not read false, we should be ready when the time comes".

(( If anyone needs to know what the contents of the letter say, before you post, PM me. ))

DAYUM.

Not going to rage. But, I like island hopping idea.

*looks at Amfionas*

"Lay off ye squeamish peasant"

"Syndicates made amends with Oren, If we were

Still enemies ye'd know, and ye'd know it well."

Drelik sits down in his Inn, a Bifocal on, sewing kit, and some dark elf hides on the table before him.

He hums and whistles, as he focuses deeply with the lense on knitting the skins together.

"Hm.. White Roses want to be the new bad guys?"