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Baigrin enters the office, seeing the Lord Commander he bows respectfully, before glancing up at him. "Now I suppose you would like to know why I am here?" Lord Commander Athirius Owl II looks at him unmoving, waiting for an answer as to why Baigin is there "..." Baigrin watches the man and gulps slightly, as he starts to speak he tries to regain his composure "Yes.. erm well. I was wishing to be taken on as a Knight of the Order, to serve our Emperor to the best of my ability, until death takes me. If you need comfirmation of my ability I would ask you to talk to Lord Kias, with whom I have fought in various battles with..." Baigrin watches the man, trying to look as confident and able as he can, under the forthwith glare of the Lord Commander. Having regained his composure, stands there in front of the desk, waiting for an answer. ((sorry for the delay of this post as well))

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Two paintings hang next to each other in the square, two paintings hang up against each other. Underneath them is written a note; 'For when you want to sail off into the Ocean.' Both the paintings and the note are unsigned.

Vrar watches Grool in a curious manor, being naive as he is, he does likewise, putting on of the sets of robes on his head.

Le sigh...

I admit that this may be slightly late, but I myself always fight to the death, for both blood lust and honour. Blood lust- That fact that you lust for blood is NOT going to make you feel from a fight, when you start losing, you wish to spill as much blood as possible, before you yourself are put down. (This is the way in which I RP it any-ho.) Honour- The same can be said with honour and that is that it IS dishonourable to run away from a fight, especially if you have worked up your blood lust, then suddenly you regain your composure, and decide that 5v1 might not go in your favour, but that IS the curse of the orcs, part of it is the constant wish to spill blood, and working themselves into a frenzy because of this, and in this frenzy I'm afraid that SENSIBLE THINKING is completely out of the window. The thing is, that I feel that some people are very worried about pixels, and I might I add, those people are often the ones who resort to PVP. I myself do like to fight both in RP and in PVP, although out of wars and raids I think that it should definitely be RP over PVP.

Baigrin walks up towards the barracks, he knocks briskly several times. Upon the third knock he is met with the response; 'What is it?!' Baigrin coughs politely, stating; 'I wish to speak with your Lord Commander.' The voice laughs in scorn; 'The hell you do.' Baigrin frowns, sighing in slight irritance; 'Tell him that Baigrin Whitestorm, Great-nephew to Count Hawk Whitestorm, is at the door, and that he wishes to speak with your Lord Commander.'

Damien Orman reads the note, cackling to himself. Father, father, father. What will you do? Aha! He quickly hops up onto the ship, heading back to Elysium.

Ben, I love you too much for words to describe.

MC Name: levirad RP Name: Throgrim Grandaxe

A Close Call As Throgrim sits down in the tavern; he sighs heavily, taking a deep gulp of his ale. Slowly he rubs his bristled chin, looking over to Liam, he starts to speak... “It ‘were eh close run ‘ting t’day, it ‘were Liam. Weh’ bare’leh ‘elp teh fort so ‘elp us!” Liam nods back solemnly, taking a pipe from his lips and breathing out heavily. “Aye ‘tat it were lad.” Throgrim takes another large gulp of ale, before continuing to recant his tale, to all who would listen. “Weh’ were in ‘teh fort, tat weh’ took last El’vun day. Weh’ were jus’ sit’in ‘roun’, checkin’ weap’uns un arm’uh un teh like. ‘Ten all sudd’n like, meh Fah, Forin stan’ up un ‘e shouts ou’, ‘Lads I need five uf yeh to ‘elp resc’yeh, eh Elf frum ‘teh Orcs.’ Aye ‘tats what ‘e say’d.” The crowded Tavern begins to fall quiet in intrigue, at this small Dwarf’s strange tale. “’E look’d uh ‘round, un chose four uf us. Gorum, Liam, Davern, un’ meh’self. ‘E leff’ Durrim, in’churg’ uf the remainin’ Dwarv’s.” Throgrim then proceeds to take a quick gulp again of his ale, anxious to get back to his story and, to not lose his audience. “Weh ‘were goin’ ‘round teh mountin’ all sneakeh’like. Wun’ Laim charges duwn, to slay the Orcs weh cul’d see in ‘tere camp. Well ‘ten Forin says weh shuld ‘ead back tu teh Keep, bu’ wun, weh star’ ‘teh ‘ead bac’, ‘teh Orcs attack Liam, and ‘ten Forin, run back dow’ teh ‘elp Liam, su weh all came duwn, un we keel’d uh gud few uf ‘tem befur’ ‘tey gut tu ‘tere Camp, un luck’d us ou’. I keel’d uh few ‘tow, I did ‘tow, din’ I Liam?” Liam chuckles to himself absentmindedly stroking his warhammer, he nods encouragingly to Throgrim. Throgrim cheerily accepts the nod and starts to round off his story. “Ten weh’ cum back up teh ‘ill see, and I got eh Skull uff ‘uf ‘un uf ‘em tu!” Luckeh'ly 'dey didn't fulluw us up tu teh Keep, cus I tell yeh 'tis I dun 'tink weh culd 'ave 'eld it 'gaist teh amunt uf Orcs 'tey 'ad!" Throgrim lifts up his Wither Skull (now made helmet) proudly. “Un now, ‘ere I stan’ wiff yeh lads, mug ‘uf ale in ‘and.” Throgrim pauses for a second, before shouting out. “FUR TEH VICT’UREH EVEY’UN ‘AVE UH FREH DRINK ON MEH!!!” ((By this topic I do not want to start a flame war, so both sides of yesterdays argument bare in mind where this topic is posted please, thank you.)

Vuln'Ker watches the Orens make their camps, and pitch their tents, upon his face only the slightest look of derision can be seen. "So it has come to this, Oren has finally reared it's ugly head, the Red Dragon Horen shall be culled, and with it a new seed sown in the kingdom of men." Snarling, he turns his head and stalks back to Malinor, to sharpen his blade and ready his bow.

For the record it has decided that I will RP as Amber de Stolistes.

Watches Valen with keep interest, and hope. "Oi. I wil' tel' yeh Io'm nawt li'oke 'im!" laughs heartily, watching intently to see if Valen does the same.

MC Name: levirad Character Name: Difur Grandaxe Character Age: A meager 17. Profession: None. Appearance: Slightly smaller than other dwarves on account of his mother being a Halfling. A thin, wiry red beard, and dark brown eyes like his father. Family relation to other clan members (Feel free to contact me for guidance): His father is Thorin Grandaxe. Short Biography: Difur Grandaxe was born to Thorin and Halfling, a Halfling. He was born smaller than the other Dwarven children, due to the Halfling in him, although he made up for this in bravery and brute determination, both traits of the clan. Since he was a child, he always preferred Warhammers for; it does not matter where you hit them… it hurts. Now at the young age of 17, Difur is desperate to prove himself to his clan and to his Dwarven comrades. The role you expect to take in the clan: I expect he will play the role, of the eager youngster desperate to prove himself, and then the part of the wild and crazed warrior in battle. An image of the skin you intend to use: Zezimus has already said that the skin I intend to use is fine.

Banned for eyebrow raising

I really couldn't have put it better myself, live long and prosper Native.

Unfortunately Kjara will not be traveling with the other Kha to 3.0, she will stay behind, lost in the edges of her mind, in a cave somewhere, deep underground.

Horngar frowns, wiping blood from his shoulder. He summons Hiebe's personal spy, and asks what information he has gathered. Upon being posed with this question the spy tells him of the numerous spying of the Dwarven nobles on each other. He chuckles thinking to himself "Ha! How can they mount an attack on my father when, they can't even trust each other!"

Oruin Whitestorm-Silverblade is hurt by his lack of include in Poppy's life... ((jokes))