Sargeblub

Lanon Chivay sits upon a plain wooden chair, the words of war repeating themselves in his head as he stares at the fireplace in front of him. One hand rests under his chin, holding it up, whilst the other hand feels the engraved pommel of his bastard sword which sits on his lap. His thumb runs over the sparrow on his pommel, holding a rose in it's beak. He zones out momentarily, and he comes back to himself with a sigh. "And so it goes."

Name: Lanon Chivay Surname/House: House Chivay Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizen Ship Class: Class A Physical Description Height: 6'3" Weight: 231 Eye Color: Pale Blue Hair Color: Brown Skin Color/Shade: Fair Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Usually wears a beard. Has many small scars along his hands and arms from years as a swordsmen. He has a small scar on the right side of his top lip. Has a large scar going diagonally from just above his belly button to his waist. Personal Information Home Address: The Chivay Manor Nation of Residence: Renatus Profession/Occupation: White Rose Oaths of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship: "I, Lanon Chivay, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law." CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY ((OOC OATH)): "I, Sargeblub, hereby acknowledge and give my consent to the OOC rule that should my character be found guilty of High Treason within the Empire, the Emperor personally (and only the Emperor) has the right to execute permanently my character. I accept this condition and make it entirely upon my free will."

Lanon Chivay sits in a wooden chair to the right of Thomas and Peter's thrones. He rests one hand on his thigh and the other holds a glass of wine, occasionally sipping from it as he watches the party proceed before him. He looks over his left shoulder, nodding to Thomas and Peter as he gets up from his seat and sets his glass down behind him. His left hand rests on the hilt of his bastard sword so that it doesn't move while he strides. The pommel of the sword has a sparrow upon it, holding a rose in it's beak. The scabbard is black, the ends molded from gold and intricately decorated. Upon the black field of the scabbard, the Chivay crest sits; a yellow shield with two sparrows upon it. He walks around the room, nodding to some guests, bowing to others. He stops at a few groups to chat with them, but he mostly remains silent and continues to circulate around the room. He runs both of his hands down his chest, smoothing out his yellow vest. His hands move to the the Sparrow pendant that rests at the center of his chest. He feels the texture of the jewels that adorn the pendant, then adjusts it and returns his hands to his sides. His vest nearly glows against his darkly colored pants and undershirt, displaying the Chivay colors proudly. He stretches his neck, moving the high collar that reaches nearly to his jaw and stops himself so he can smile at a Noble lass that stands across from him. He steps forward, his boots clicking against the floor crisply as he moves to talk to the lady.

Gwyn walks from the Rose Keep, his legs moving quickly beneath him. He walks for quite some time, nodding to strangers as he passes by them, until he finally stops. He leans against the trunk of a thick tree, sighing deeply as he slides down the trunk until he's sitting. He pulls the piece of parchment from his belt and opens it with his gloved hands. He pulls a large piece of bread from a pouch on his belt and munches on it while he reads the letter.

Pol, don't mess up.

I sincerely hope that you don't change how food heals players. Yeah, it sounds awesome to have an apothecary in the beginning, but it just becomes a huge drag and you end up worrying more about your health than your RP. I think the healing system is fine as it is, keep MC mechanics with MC mechanics and RP with RP.

Lord Lanon Chivay sees the poster and smirks. He begins to chuckle as he reads things like 'this must stop' and 'just beat them up'. He spits on many of the Elven posts and then says to himself, "I dare one of those filthy Elves to try and touch me, I'll bring the hand of a Chivay down upon them."