The Hedge Knight

Looks at the Golem in awe "I always wanted 'un oh those tae ride..."

Gavin stands there blankly, looking at the Adunian thrones. 

He shrugs and walks away to do things... And stuff...

Gavin stands there. Waiting for orders. As always.

((Double post, my bad))

Gavin stands as he watches the folk of High Oak tear down the stakes for re-positioning. He turns his helmet right as men pass carrying saplings to replace the stumps of the downed trees. He holds a small smile under his helmet thinking over his original anger towards the situation and how courageous the halflings were. He let's out a small chuckle as he leaves the area, recovering the land taking time, but the effort already in place.

Gavin stands beside his king, watching the horde of little people whom attacked his lands after his hard work keeping the demonic hordes away from the lands. He shakes his head slowly, a small frown under his helmet as his blade rests on his shoulder. He stands listening to the two sides argue as he looks to the burned away crops on his right, finally he plunges his blade into the dirt. He unstraps his helmet pulls it off, tucking it under his arm. He coughs lightly before talking above the fighting crowd.


"Little men, this is how you repay the years of work gone into pushing back the demonic scourge? I've been fighting for almost all my seventy-four years alive, all for men with no appreciation. And I've watched many good lads die far too young for far too little! I'm sick of fighting these demons, and I'm sick of the lack of care we all share for each other within these lands! We are all living and breathing creatures upon this land! And we are all at threat of the demon invasion! Why must we quarrel? There is no reason for this! This could have been spoken of before hand! Your folk say you disliked the wall? So you burn it down? Is this anyway to act? This would be compared to me saying I dislike your in ground homes and farms of vast size! Then burning it all down! How would you enjoy this? How would you feel of this? I hope you are ashamed of this foul act, and I should call back all men here defending the Northern borders and even abandon the plans for siege against the demons! But I shall not pull back the countless amount of fathers and sons dying because I understand there are better people in the land! Even though you folk wish to destroy, and feel nothing but greed within you I shall not stoop to your level! Because I know that my oldest friend on this damned land shall not have died in vain!"

The grey beard on his face shows his frown well, he looks at each and every person around and mumbles.

 "There is no hope for this land..."

He puts his helmet on and turns, stomping away as guards in bandages come with buckets, yelling and trying to douse the flames.

Gavin writes out orders to various most trusted knights of Adunia after catching wind of the recent defeat in the Druid's Grove. He watches the brave men leave the walls with his arms tucked behind him.

Knights Riding to Death by Samize Deviantart

He turns to the rest of the guards in the area, some on crutches and others in bandages, he let's out a sorrowful sigh and begins stomping his plate covered body back to the keep. Meanwhile the knights quickly scurry around the land mounted and carrying letters, looking for any homeless or injured to bring to Ildicia. Those who heed the knight's words will hear...

"Anyone in the battle may come to our lands, we'll supply food and shelter as well as medical help. All we wish in return for our hospitality is support against the demonic hordes if they do come to our gates."

The mounted iron clad would slowly make a caravan of survivors to take back to his home land, handing out food along the travel.

((Pretty much we'll help out anyone who lost their everything when the Druid's Grove was taken c:))

Gavin stands on the hill, a small fort being constructed. He rests on his cane a small breath released as he watches the beastly tendrils. The Marshall then turns to his brothers in arms and nods. The small garrison makes a march back to Ildicia. The Marshall stands a few seconds then chuckles quietly at the realization of what is happening. He mumbles...

"...Well...Damn..."


 

Banned for a terrible excuse of a ban.

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Saw you at the old cloud temple all the time lel~

6/10
You were with one of Kur's masters, holy crap. But you ignored him so he hated you.

You got my support because you are the bees knees!

+1

Gavin shakes his head after hearing the news.

"Seriously? Duncan was a good mate indeed.."

He then returns to writing.
 

Hadokame sits quietly, tapping his fingers together deviously 

"So many gruesome drills.... So little time..."

He quickly stands up and begins barking at his men.

Gavin stomps his way to the tower and up the ladder. He finally finds the point where Brandon had tied his rope and saws away at it with the dagger of his. After a minute or so the rope begins to snap up and twirl until eventually allowing the limp body to drop, producing a lifeless thump.Gavin sheathes the dagger and makes his way down the ladder and to the body. He hoists him up and prepares for the funeral.

Kur looks up at Kat and holds up his hand.

"Talk tu da hand cuz da Kur ain't havin' et."

Kur let's out a miserable sigh.
"Massah Lancehole would've wut'ed bettur."
Kur shakes his head walking away.

Kur notices this and shrugs.
"Dumb." he mumbles as he walks away, his tiny body almost being carried by the wind,

Kur waddles into Salvus, wincing his eyes at the peasantry as he passes...

He looks at their faces, swerving out of their path so he does not touch their dirty bodies in any way, this would cause him the need to burn away his pretty clothes that Ryder had made many years before.

Kur waddles into the bakery and looks around, in search for his master, Lancel.
He begins to wonder if Massah Lancehole still exists as he waddles back out, a small puff of a sigh. Suddenly, he remembers Henry, who he had not seen either. He finds a clean spot away from the peasantry and sits, waiting.

*Gavin finally sees the note and smiles. He begins to write. After a good ten minutes passes he looks at the note, it took him long to write, but he knows within the short passage lies a deep meaning, it reads-*

"Funny."

*He looks it over, then nods. He mounts his horse and leaves.*

Good.

*Gavin approaches the man*

"I know that name... Come with me, I'll get you some meat and ale."

*Unclips his gauntlet then slips it off and holds his hand out to shake*

"I Ser Gavin welcome you back..."

Gavin patrols the outside of Ildon, mounted on his thoroughbred horse. Behind him are three guards, each with a loaded crossbow and an arming blade. He looks around in his great helm, his right hand on the pommel of his short sword. He listens carefully to the woods then slowly approaches the gate, no hostiles sighted along the way. "Gates!" Gavin shouts then patiently waits for the guards in the gatehouse to open the gates. He slowly enters the town and hitches his horse, then begins his daily rounds.

(Basically how Gavin looks in his daily life. Elendil colors though.)

MC Name: Chimlet225

Duty you'd like to apply for: Honeybee work.

Concepts: I can't exactly show pictures of my landscaping because the server I used to work on often is down, and I never had a real need to take pictures.

Other works: I served as a moderator on a whole different server, I believe it was expanse online, for about a year. I worked slightly with world edit by request accepted by the admin. Before I was given the rights to world edit I had to form land often and make it look natural due to my OCD. I also helped make a mountain for a Skyrim server back in December. We ended up crafting the throat of the world within a weeks time, and made it pretty the week after.

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I love Truth, been playing with him as he first joined. And he has enforced all the lore and anything else to think of. He's also a great guy to just talk with, and his RP is astounding. I support this all the way. +1