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*Clang! *Dong! *Fizzle Logan Jarlsson, son of Jarl, wipes the sweat of his forehead. As the warm metal blade cools of within the bucket of river water, Logan sits down, and grabs the nearest piece of cloth, this being his leather sleeve, and begins drying his face with it. "Some day, i'll find out where all this sweat comes from" he thinks, as he returns the now cooled of blade to his portable anvil. As he once again heats up the metal, molding and forming it with each mighty blow from his hammer, he thinks of the little piece of ingenuity that is his portable smithy. Oh how he has fought for this piece of wonder, and oh how it has not proven to be worth it. Where as many blacksmiths needs a reliable place to work, with enough place for both a forge, shop and possible bedroom, Logan merely pulls out his equipment, and within a small hour he can began crafting. As he strikes down towards the iron blade with a large *BANG*, small flickers of coal shoot towards his face, reminding Logan of the days of combat. He remembers bashing in the head of a greedy customer, who wanted to see his anvil a little to much, or breaking the fingers of his one and only apprentice for ruining a perfectly good batch of iron arrows, because the lad needed to improve them himself. A small smile travels across the northeners face, as recalls these days. A loud yell pierces the open camp,which takes Logan out of his work trance. "Allright lads! Grab ye bows, and grab ye swords! We've got a job to do! Move it!" As Logan Jarlsson, son of Jarl, hands over the newly made sword to a Company brother, he draws his own, and heads out in the pursuit of Minas.

*A note hangs in the Sanctuary, marked by the touch of fingers working with coal. Name's Logan Jarlsson. I ain't the man to normally plea for work, but i find myself in need. My old smithy is long gone now, but i've still got the embers inside me. If ye are looking for a strong Nord, age of 30 summers, with a skill in melding and forming the earths minerals, then i can be of service. Pin ye response onto mine, and i'll see it sooner or later. Logan Jarlsson

MC Name : Lassess Have you ever been banned, if so, why? : Nope Do you have an accepted villain app? : No, but we will see where that goes. Do you have a TS or Skype? (TS preferred) : Both Short Bio (2-5 sentences): Halfdan very early in his life learned the harsh lesson of survival. Losing his brother on a hunt, made him leave his homestead for a purpose in his life. Wandering the roads of Asulon he served under several lords and barons, right until they either abandoned their cause or met an early end. In this new land, Halfdan searches for one final leader to loyally follow. ---------------------------------------------------- RP Name : Halfdan Björnsson Age : 32 Race : Human , Northerner Experience : Halfdan is an skilled fighter. The many years under diffrent banners and the long nights alone in the forest has hardened his senses aswell as his reflexes. Prefers a two handed broadsword, or whatever is sharp enough to pierce a zombies (or humans) eye. Your Oath : I,Halfdan Björnsson hereby swear my sword to the Nords of the Frost, and to that of the Ulfhaedyn line, to defend our lands, to stain my sword with the enemies blood, and to batter my shield in defense of my brothers. 'Till death comes to me, I shall not forsake my vow, i do by swear.

RP Will you serve the Sabbet and it's leaders with honor? - I will give my life to the safety of my kingdom and my leaders. What is your favourite weapon? - I've never been keen to any weapon , but my urge to protect the land, hones my skill. however i do prefer the safety of a strong sword by my side. OOC MC Name: - Lassess RP Name: - John Blunt, 23 year old human male Do you have a Villain Application? - No , neither do i wish for one.

* A note is pinned to the noticeboard , a colourfull drawing decorates the bottom of the paper Greetings good people of Asulon! Let me introduce myself. I am Nathaniel of the Osarr family , a family of hard and honest work. My brother , Oswald , and I have reached the age, in where we now search for a place to call our own. It has always been our dream to build our very own Mill. Even as young lads this was our dream. Oswald even drew a painting of our dream mill , on the very paper i am now writing on. Both of us are experienced farmers and good at handling axes, and seek a place or a Lord who would give us land to work on. The land we search for has to be big enough for a mill , a farmhouse and a small home. We hope to find this land , and to serve the humble lord who gave this. Work Hard , Live Honest - Nathaniel Osarr.

- OOC - MC NAME - Lassess COMBAT SKILLS - 35 Swordsmanship HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN PLAYING LoTC - About 2 Months HOW MUCH TIME WILL YOU BE AVAIABLE - 15 - 17 Hours DO YOU HAVE A VA - No - RP - YOUR NAME - Joseph Gaunt WHAT SKILLS DO YOU BRING TO VARIVIK - My determination to do my best and to be as proffesional as i can. I thrive to perfection , and put loyalty high on my list. WHY DO YOU WISH TO JOIN THE VAENIRS - It would be an experience to work under Varivik , and i know that i will serve loyally, may it be as a gate guard or front line soldier. DID ANYONE REFER YOU TO THE VAENIRS - IF SO , WHO WAS IT - KoTo WILL YOU REMAIN LOYAL TO THE VAENIRS, VARIVIK AND THE KIRVELS - Yes Sir! ANYTHING ELSE - Yes , my low skill is due to playing as my alt , who doesn't use weapons. This is the character most played, hence the low skill . This is something i wish to increase under the Vaenir Banner.

* A small note is pinned to the notice board, My name is Joseph. Joseph Gaunt. i'm writing this note to let anyone out there , searching for an experienced fighter, that i am willing to serve under your banner. During my travels in my homeland , the Holy Oren Empire, have i encountered several undead foes. I have never really worked as anything more than a hired blade , but i seek more firm and official leadership , as i turn the age of 34. I pray to Aeriel that i soon find a banner to serve under. - Gaunt