Watyll

This is awesome, and really helped me know some Oren history. But I can't seem to find how Salvus was created.

Tokugawa reads the poster, struggling with the written words. "So it seems my brother has a tavern now." Tokugawa pumps his fist in the air and runs off to find Kais.

((MC Name:))watyll Hataisho looks up and down the road. "Nuu people." Hataisho looks angrily down at the paper, before stalking off. He goes to the nearest town and squats to get through the doorframe. The barkeep looks up at him, raising an eyebrow. Hataisho grabs the man by the collar. "Yuu write what I say." The barkeep nods, intimidated, and takes up a quill and ink pot. He dips it in and begins to write. Name: "I Hataisho." Hataisho enunciates to the man, still gripping him by the collar. Skills: Hataisho paces back and forth, the gears in his slow mind churning. He lets go of the barkeep. "I can wield my naginata." Hataisho takes out his naginata and goes through a quick routine, skillfully slicing the air and blowing several things off the counter with a gust of wind. Grimly, he nods his head. Current Job:"Hataisho has no job." Hataisho says sadly. The bartender speaks up "You know... I have an opening for a bouncer..." A sharp look from Hataisho silences him. Why do you wish to join the Kamakura? "I want tuu be a great guard. This will bring me honor, and I am made for the job." The barkeep looks sidelong at Hataisho out of the corner of his eye. "Crazy." he mutters under his breath. Do you swear to fight in the name of the Kamakura until your dying breath? "Hataisho swear it. Hataisho take his own life before he disobedient." Tell us your story? ((Biography)) "Yuu better not tell anyone about me!" Hataisho threatens the barkeep. "Of course not, of course not." says the barkeep in a soothing tone. He edges away from Hataisho, turning back to the form. Hataisho eyes the man suspiciously before talking. "I was born in Qyn, a peasant boy. I hated my life and my family. They said I was slow." Hataisho takes a moment to think, scratching his thick head. "They called Hataisho names, the other boys. I beat them up. My parents were angry, they beat me up. So when I got older I beat them up tuu. They nuu walk anymore." The barkeep looks horrified, but continues to write. "I joined the army as an Ashigaru, and served with honor. No man could best me with my naginata." Hataisho cradles his naginata in his arms as a mother would hold a young babe. "When the evil came, I was ordered away from the fight to protect the peasants. I was on that boat for so long...but I did my duty. Then one day, Hataisho fell off ship. Hataisho washed up here. Hataisho want to go back to his master, be more than samurai. Be Great Guard. I am 6 feets tall, and Hataisho is strong tuu. Hataisho quick. But me cannot think good. Hataisho not make good Sotaisho. Sometimes people call me a big oaf. That makes Hataisho want to smash them!" Hataisho bangs his fist on the table, startling the barkeep and making items on the table jump slightly. "Me hope I can be great guard and serve emperor." Hataisho takes the paper from under the barkeeps nose and shoves his stool over, grimly stomping out of the bar, mud splashing around his boots. He rips a bird from its nest, attaches the note to it, and sends the bird on its way. Then he sits on a rotting stump, picking his teeth, and waits.

Thunder rolls and lightning splits the earth between the warring banners. A fury of hail, wind and rain descends upon the warring armies. The people look up, awestruck. Out of the skies comes a figure riding upon a three headed dragon, breathing fire in all directions. With each wing beat, someone in the world is banned. Upon the dragon's back the figure is identified. It is Watyll. He dismounts his dragon and speaks. "I have watched your struggle from on high, and will decide you a worthy king. I have watched the struggle of mpana and Fabian with much interest." With that Watyll takes out Mjol-ban, the gilded banhammer of legend. "Fabian, you are the ban-born. Mpana, your bans burn like drake-fire and dazzle like the sun. You shall wield Mjol-ban together as Ban King and Queen. I pronounce it." Watyll holds the two ruler's hands up and puts Mjol-ban in it, it catches the sun's rays, glorious. Watyll mounts his dragon and once again rides off towards the seven skies with one final: "Your both banned for being king!" Being king: You may appoint people to any made up position you want. You may choose your successor, as long as you leave a comment on my profile letting me know of the power shift You MUST change your member title if possible to High King(or Queen) of the Ban Game. Have fun!

The time is nigh- a decision has been made. A post will be made tommorrow.

More like the amount of effort put in them. So yes, colors, length, and creativity. Banned for starting an Eragon forum roleplay.

((Has this been implemented yet? If it is I would love to apply.))

Alright, for those who know, I started this thread. I was High King of the Ban Game. A time came when I lost interest in it and passed on my gilded hammer to Emeraldstag. I looked for the last 20 pages and he hasn't posted once. The flock is without a shepherd. In short, by tommorrow at 9 o clock EST I will select a new high king. You must change your member title accordingly if chosen. For the next 24 hours, consider this a ban game tournament. Impress me. Also banned for scorpions are better.

You silly goose ;)

Good, good. Three musketeers was well done. Have you applied for the server yet?

You enjoy mideval movies? Have ye seen Becket? ;)

Perhaps this will change your mind about the classical music http://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=g-u-u&v=NLUj9lFPU6s