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The same boys runs out from the dune, pinning a new note below the old one and running off. If you were to see him, his body is marked in green dots. The note reads: Here is a detailed report of myself: Skills: I am a Grand Master of Swordsmanship, aswell as blacksmithing. I am Master with the bow. (( 100 Swordsmanship, 100 Blacksmithing, 75 Bowmanship. )) I am a very silent person, but when the time for speeches arises I can deliver one that makes the greatest scholars of knowledge fret in humiliation. During my travels, I have had to build a few structures. I have a understanding of supports, and visually appealing art is in my veins. Equipment: I have naught but a iron sword and a bow, with very little arrows. Extra: I will work for no pay, only araments and food. Housing may be good aswell. (( Here are some weaknesses. He wouldn't want you to know any weaknesses, now would he? He is the opposite of modet (Cant think of that) and enjoys the company of women A LOT. He has smarts, but might not always show it. He is level headed when it is official buisness, but when he can get away with it he will get angry at you. He also enjoys ale a lot.))

A young boy peaks out from behind a sand dune, making sure there are no infected outside the Sarun gate. He quickly gets up and slides down it, rushing as fast as his little feet would go. He stops at the gates of Sarun, taking the glob of clay from his mouth and pressing it against the wall, then taking a piece of paper and pressing it against the wall. As quick as he came, he was gone, over the dunes and towards Tyr. If you choice to read the note, it says as follows. To Leader and Commander of the Norjun military I became of your need for bannemrmen sell making my way through your lands. I saw the telltale signs of sickness and death, plague and despair. Thieves are rampant, and stories of rape and molestation pass by deaf ears every day. I have decided that I shall offer my services in the miltary, be it patrolling, guarding, or upholding the law. Send a bird to me, and I shall meet you when possible. Signed, Weararc Threadburne (( MC Name Space0fAids ( O is a zero) or PM me on the forums)

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For future reference: If you die well you have the plague, do you lose the plague?

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A note is pinned below the others. It reads: I seek as much iron as possible with 450 minas. The name is Walas Douner

I dunno, still deciding. Also, I don't want to bridge the gap of comical and serious. , I want a serious RP character. Im terrible at poems too; Your Feet Your Feet On how they stink I can't stand Oh how they reek.

Are you sure you don't want to do that yourself? Cause if not, that's a amazing idea.

I've decided to do a soldier who aspires to be high ranking in some Renatus involed army. And he lives in Seventis for now. Thanks for the help all. I want a character that you guys need! Mine died of plague. So, if you guys need a certain character ask me and we can discuss something. NOTE: No females and I will be a slave or demeaned and stuff.

(( I'm part of Seventis, though. I moved to Seventis when I got older,and I want to keep the way of Seventian life. From the start I was waiting to be murdered, but nobody came to me. I was waiting to be put on trial, or have a bounty placed on me, but people chose lenency until I pressed the issue.)) The young boy runs back to Walas, whispering in his ear before running off. Walas grins at the news. Let them come, I will be waiting.

(( I'm basiclly calling God a a-hole during the crusades. Do what you wish. ))

((Then make me lose my tongue. I give you freedom to do whatever you want. This isn't meant to be bothersome. ))

(( I don't suspect to actually achieve anything. But this si good RP, and if it is a nuisance for you just have me perma killed. I want it to fun. )) 'Then arrest me, you fool. Watch as your 'duchy', or glorified city, crumbles beneath you!' Walas steps forward, trying to close the distance between the new king and him. (( Dead, so delete the thread please. ))

{{ What do you mean? ICly my character grew up in the slums of Renalus, he hates them for forcing his family to send him into indentured slavery. And he believes that there is only ONE god proposterous. ))

'My fears? These are only MY fears? They aren't the fears of every Seventian? Of every family that is cowering in its home, or watching their kin rot well still alive? And those taxes? They go to you right? And who do you work for, who do you depend on? Renatus. That money will got to the military, which will be a branch of Renatus. It won't be our own. We won't be able to improve it, be able to evolve it. You are destroying your freedom, don't you understand? You are going to be unsurped, and when you scream out help from the ditches of your legacy, we will lean down and say 'No.' (( Also who dafuq runs Tyr ATM? ))

The young boy frowns when he sees the notes taken down, but gets more to place. Maybe people might be nicer now, eh? He thinks to himself as he sets them back up.

A young peasant boy pins 4 exact same notes to the 4 exits of The Cloud Temple. It reads. I have wrote this note to inform you of the situation. The situation of Renatus. They have taken countless settlements on their religious crusades! So finally, someone says 'Enough is enough.' We must fight back against these maniacs who mask their crimes on their religion. They are worse then the Ordinators, but we are blinded so we do not see anything! You cannot murder thousands over a 'God'! We must stand up to them! They wish to take over Seventis, to rule it without any remorse! And our leaders wish to allow them this! Renatus will have control of the north, and could send a force to any corner of Asulon. So we must stand up! Join me in my fight for freedom! Contact Walas Donal ( ( Space0fAids ( O is a zero ) or PM me on this account ) ) if you wish to aid me in the good fight!

'There is a difference in a alliance, and a absorbtion. They have helped Seventis, indeed, but will we repay our debt with our whole nation? That isn't logical. Work to something and then just give that away because you have a debt? Our tax will go to them, our altars destroyed because a difference in opinion!? Men have been murder just the same by the Ordinators the Renalus 'Bannermen'. You are blinded in dillusions of riches and power, but ask yourself If we took over Renatus, would we keep their king as a high ranking official!? No! All Renatus holds is pain! Also, they are infected by the plague the same as we are. They cannot help themselves, what makes you think they'll help us? Plus, you went to Renatus before the monks and Druids. You fell into their prayers and rituals, did hat do any good for your father?

(( You're in Tyr? ))

Walas nods. 'Exactly brother! Why do we want to join them? What benefits will it bestow on us? Nothing! We will have to create anything they want, give our own troops to fight in their holy crusades! I lived in Renatus for my childhood years! They are the same as Ordinators, but they mask the crimes under Religion!'

(( First off, posted on IPhone. Second, I don't want meta. Only rp with this if you learn from someone else, live in Tyr, and aren't infected. No OOC flame) Walas yells for attention outfront of the Tyr keep. He waits for a crowd to gather, then he positions himself on the steps, a few heads higher then everyone. 'Citizens of Tyr. Today, I call-- No, plead for your aid. There is a infection spreading throughout Asulon. There are mindless beings attacking our brothers, robbing them of everything. They loathe us, for the mere fact that we are well and they are not. Rather then contact the Druids, or exterminate the infected, they seek aid in the form of Renatus. Our leaders believe that things will magically get better? That the Renatian god will spare us?!' Walas continues on without pause, even though there is a rumble of talking. 'DID HE SAVE KINH RENATI! No! DID HE SAVE YOUR BROTHERS! No!' Walas pauses, letting people say their thoughts before starting again. ' The fac is Renatus sees weakness. They see us as fat cattle, ready for the slaughter! They see us as nothing more then land and slaves! If we supports this, the Seventian way of life, ideals, religions, and people, will be no more! So, join me in my fight against oppression.' Stops, waiting for the response of everyone. After minutes of listening to everyone, Walas hands a paper around. 'Sign this if you wish to support me, wether it be in supplies, able bodied fighters, or idealistic support. If you wish to remain anonymous, mark with a X. We can define our destiny, our families destiny, you just have to try!' Supporters

Walas quickens his pace, guards also starting to chase him. He gets to the gates of Saren, but stops because they are closed. 'If He exists, have him strike me now! Have him rips the bones from my body!' He puts his back against thewooden frame. 'Let me out! Let me leave so I may keep my freedom! Let me leave so theta may keep their freedom!

Walas spits at the feet of the man, his fists clenched. 'Don't you see? Renatus won't want you! They will have you killed and someone they have control under will take over! At least you will be exiled! Has 'He' saved us from the plague? Did 'He' save your father? Take me away! Hang me! I am speaking for the public!' Walas screams, trying to push his way out of the crowd and away from the city.

Walas is beside himself with anger. He left on a trip to come back to... This?!?! His words are slurred, and go with the reek of vomit and spirits in him. 'Rentus?! Let me tell you. Renatus is no better then Salvus. They mask their crines under a false god! We Seventians are not fools! This 'duchry' will only bring on oppression in the form of-of religious and culture! We can fight this! You all have a voice!' Walas finishes. Scanning the crowd for any like-minded people.