Watyll

Tokugawa is drinking in a tavern in Abresi when the message comes. He grunts and buckles on his helmet, walking towards the East. Eventually he arrives at the gate and sees his brother. "Kais! What is it this time!"

RP Name: Althar'ken MC Name: watyll Timezone: EST Character Race: Human, Daldriad. Do you accept the challenge of being RPly given clues to find the initial Subudai encampment? Why not?

Magnificent. Truly magnificent. I love the building of tension leading up to the fight :D

((He wants to have an honorable death out there rather than die from old age.))

TEUTONIC VICTORY Senator Victor Venator crosses the burning bridge quickly, retreating back to the safety of Greywyn. Then all the Teutons cross into the courtyard, pulling wounded brothers into the courtyard. Amidst the sad and demoralized soldiers, a sudden shout calls out! "Victory! Victory for the Teutons!" The men look up in excitement, running to the tops of the battlements. A huge cheer goes up as the Dreadfort collapses, turning into indistinguishable piles of rubble! All of the Teutons begin singing, and they hang their gathered trophies on spikes on the battlements. Red bandanas hang upon the spikes. An order comes from the Ordenmarschall to go to the Teuton tavern for a night of drinking and singing. All the brothers, now carousing and dancing, run to the tavern. They gather around in the warm room from the cold night outside. Some wonder how the Blackmonts feel without their own warm rooms to go into, and laugh. Erik dances around with Drelik's head. All Teutons had one sure thought in their minds, however, Teutonic victory!

MC Name: watyll RP Name: Lux Tenebris Age: 29 Race: Human Gender: Male Skills: Good with an axe, can follow orders. Description of Self: Obedient and loyal. I will fill out my mission until it is no longer relevant to the commander or until it is completed. Reason for Joining: I wish to become a man of great honor.

(I can't stop laughing)

"NOPE! Nope nope nope nope."

*somewhere in the distance, a chorus of angels sing*

Vaquely reminds me of Sagworts mushroom-men...

Posting for record-keeping purposes. MC Name: watyll Character Name: Cordal Magnar Does this character already have a VA (Y/N): He does not. I want my character to be turned into a Dread Knight (Y/N): Yes. I want to become apart of your group because: I love the idea of hollow suits of armor, and I built the main structure of the base and want to role-play in what I made. What can I bring to this group? Cheerful attitude, lore-writing skills. Time zone: EST

Minecraft Name: watyll Applicant Name: Manmohan Ganda. Race and Age: Human, 61. What position are you applying for? (Librarian, Theurgist, Inventor, Professor, Rhetor): It is my wish to be a Librarian. List any experience you have had with matters regarding that Department: I have been a personal collector of knowledge for quite a time now, and know how to properly care for books. Describe the reason for your interest in that position (>5 sentences): So that sentient life will not become decadent. Knowledge is power, as the old saying goes. And books are the storage for knowledge. They are the guardians to another realm. A realm of imagination, of empowerment, of simple factual information. Anything can be contained on a blank page, and when something is written it must be protected. By applying, should you be accepted you are expected to utterly adhere to the Common Clauses. Do you understand this?: I have followed rules before. These ones should be no challenge.

A youth walks up to one of the men handing out papers, asking him to stop for a moment. The young man looks over it for a minute. "There is nothing here that says the duties and responsibilities of each job. There is not even a minor description. Perhaps you should draft a new copy?"

A piece of paper is left pinned just beneath the copy in Salvus, with lettering at the top saying "Did I not warn you?" http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/86067-paper-money/?fromsearch=1

Orion nods as he reads the note, straightening his robe slightly. "Indeed. The impure are unworthy of sharing even our blessed names..."

((Stole my idea >:( ))

No diamonds, infinite iron.

Accepted, welcome to the tribe. In addition, I sent a skype request to your skype, not sure if you got it. Please add me, watyll97. Accepted, welcome to the tribe.