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The sun set beautifully, as the cleric William watches it from the window of his bedroom, the distant roar and noise of children downstairs, who are yet aware their father is slipping away. The illness came quickly into his system soon he felt weak, shakely with a high fever with every day passing he got worse. He stared out the window as the cold sweats start to pour quickly from his forehead, marking his face with a thick layer of grease. His face seemed to have aged twice as fast as the rest of his body, becoming wriggled and aged quickly his whole body shaking from the pressure of the illness, making his whole form weak. He reaches to the bedside table, struggling against the will of the silk sheets, finally reaching the quill and ink on the side; he struggles shaking with each muscle in his body as he sits up, laying a sheet of paper on his legs, he starts to write; “Thank all of you for being there, i will miss you all; -Penelope - The Clerics of the Order - Vectis; I am deeply sorry for everything, i told a gift from you and ripped it apart, i wish i could have solved this before, so i may of seen you once more. - Lenia, Stay strong i still believe in you. - All of my dear friends and family; Such as Aubrey who i will miss deeply. I have spend my life in search for something, better and clearer to me, and yet my path is riddled with mistake and sin. I hope i at least did some good in this world; Even if i was alone i went on, even if it hurt and that was my worse mistake.” With that, those were the final words of William; soon the illness took his ability to speak clearly, leaving these words as a memorial to his life. Soon the light began to leave his body, such as when the leafs drift slowly in the wind and leave the tree, finding the hard surface of the ground; marking the large reality of the many mistakes of his life. He moved with large effort to look at the window and see what would be the final view of his children in the yard, playing happily without a clue of the pain in the room; With that he smiled lightly as he rested back in the bed. He took it upon his self, to give the room one finale look. Around the room was a collection of his medical work and paintings, hung proudly on the wall; and yet with all the work, he felt empty and as a failure in his final moment, sighing he returns to his lay. He took a few deep breaths, with struggle and shakely voice he whispers a prayer to Tahariae allowing him a small connection to him, and with that a small glow of light came from his hand as his soul left his body and he journeyed into the heavens. A servant of Tahariae, a healer, and an artist, all of this didn’t matter in the final moments of his life, as he passed on and returned to his master. 1422 17th of Deep’s End - 1466 Malin’s Welcome OOC: First of all, i must say its been a fun and STRESSFUL (At times) time on LOTC. I have been on here for just over a year now. Sadly i start College in the Fall, i know i cannot manage both RP and school work, so therefor i must leave LOTC, in truth i have been gone awhile, but i wanted to finish this and i struggled to do so putting it off. I decided the best way to keep myself away was to PK William even so, due to his nature he wouldn’t of lived much longer anyway. Thank you all for the fun times!

OOC Name : paintballz RP Name : Angir Irongut Whom do you vote for ? (( Narthok, Cupcwakez, ww2buff99 )) Gabriel, Irelia, Spartacus (( Voting shall end in 3 Days, Thursday, June 26 ))

Captain "Kidd" Hears rumors of the this Pirate crew, and their flag of two dancing skeletions, he chuckles to himself. He reaches forward on the small ship quarters in front of him and takes a large swig of rum. He calls out to his crew, stepping out of the doorway. "New' pirates on dis waters lads.." He calls with a roar of laughter, as the grug pours a bit onto his lips. "Kee' ye eyes peeled for dem dancin' skeletions and stoned dwarves." He roars, laughing at this rumor. Men tell the worse lies to place fears in others..

MC Name: paintballz Name: Angir Irongut Candidates ---------------------------- Fimlin Grandaxe (worldiswar28) Vorstag Grandaxe (Sgt_Kipples) Ognar Grandaxe (meanking) X Lathros Ironbeard (9coolman9) Kjell Ireheart II (Charles_Grimlie) ---------------------------

App: How old are ye?: 18 Whats yer race?: Human Whats yer name?: Captain Kidd Have ye ever been on sea before?: Ay' i us' to sail often betwee' da wilds with me crew. What kind'o weapons do ye use?: Rapier Any other skills'ye have?: "I us' to build' me own ships, fishin' Can ye speak'like a pirate?: Ay! Proof ye can speak'like a pirate?: "Ay' ye' beat i can!" Wot role do'ye wish to fill?: Don' matta to me' reall' just want to sail. MC Name: paintballz (nomnombabies1 on skype)

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OOC: MC Name: paintballz RP Name: Angir Irongut RP: How skilled are you in regards to smithing? "Me' Skil' is mostl' with forgin' me ow' axes.. not 'uch more" How skilled are you with your weapon of choice? "I be' trainin' 'ith me' axes since i was a wee lad, i also use em to go' on creature hunts." Reason for Joining/Bio (at least 1 paragraph): I 'ish to join' to finall' amp up me' skills 'ith smithin'. I tried to join the order in Anthos, just 'ow returnin' and hopin' to actually star' me trainin. I 'anted to join the blacksmithin' guild for awile, 'avent been back till recent' hopin' to get betta at the trade." What Will You Add to the Guild? "Anotha student, a har' workin' student and a new set of skills to share." How active are you on the server? Very active on my various characters, i am easy to cover via skype. (You already have me)

The winds howled in the cavern city of Urgan. The day was dark and gloomy, and the heat.. dull and neutral. Someone new stepped into towards the gates. His armour, showing his past rank of Stoneguard in the days of Grand King Thorin. The legionnaire armour looked scar-fully damaged and bloodstain, part of the plate missing and others barely holding on. He reached up, and removed his hood, his face pale as usual. His beard was much longer and with braids and golden ringlets in the braids. On his head a warrior's mohawk the unshaved sides of his hair, also braided and reaching back to the hilts of his double axes. He breathed a sigh relief and smiled. Angir Irongut has returned...

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Angir Irongut wishes you best!

Eddard sitting at his desk, in a dim candlelight study. Looks at the letter, reading it over and then throwing it aside, reaching to a new slip of paper and starting to write: "Accepted, Please come to the keep to begin training and recive a weapon." -Eddard Armas, High Marshall.

High Marshall, and Ordu Eddard Armas, sits in his study. Leaning back in the chair as the bird flies into the room, and drops a letter onto his desk. His mouth opens with shock at this letter, as he lends in to rest his elbows on the table, he smiles, going to reach for a near quill and starting to write back; "Dear Adrian; Glad to see you back onto your feet, i hope you have thought this over wisely. Accepted, Report to Ordu Eddard Armas for your duties and training PS: Drop the mead will ye?" He stamps down hard a wax seal onto the letter, a proud Armas eagle now in red wax seal. "Serv' 'ith honour lad.."

Clan Armas, is one of the oldest living clans of current Adunia. It prides itself on its lthe duty and honour of the battlefield. Armas Clansmen value freedom above all, and have in the past rebelled to insure it. - To Be Added Soon- Tartan Flag: The Tartan, once was used on the kilts of Adunian Men, and the dresses of the women, but now the Red and Black tartan is used on the hilts of swords and cloaks or patches. The Tartan Flag is red and black, and the colour is used to show the long history of Armas, and the blood spilled in defending it. Coming of Age: When a young man or woman reaches the age of either 13 or 14, they have a trial of age. The trial may done any point of their lives, but it must be done to be seen as an adult to the clan. The person in question is sent into the forest with a Spear and sidearm to hunt a bear. Once the bear is slain, they return to the clan, and present the furs. It is seen as a symbol for coming of age, or taking the sword. Warpaint: Warpaint was once a very common tradition, which required the person to paint full face in red and black lines, now it is a present tradition and only done on half of the face. Keeping of Heads Dating back many years, it has been a common tradition of Armas clansmen to keep the heads of their enemies and keep them as a prize. Because they are seen as a prize and a trophy in wartimes, usually the only heads that are collected are those of fallen high ranking officers or politicians. Occasionally, if a clansmen disgraces the clan, his head may be removed and burned to symbolize the burning of his past and removal of memories with the disgraced. Weapon Choice Favored by the Armas, the claymore is by far the most common weapon used by the clan's members. Allowing for a long reach a far reach of around 6 feet, it can be used while on horseback or on foot. But, because of its length, very few can hold it in one hand steadily and still deal a deadly blow to an opponent. Clan Armas looks down on rangers and the use of bows aswell. Funerals: Funeral rights in Clan Armas are mixed based on the way the clanmen dies. If a clansmen is dishonored, he will be hunted, and his head keep to never allow him to be burned in front of the gods. Usually when a clansmen thinks it is his time to die, he will enter a battle or war with the desire to die honourable in battle. If the body from the battle is found, then it is burned. It is the same if they die of other causes. The body is laid on pyre, and left to burn for 3 days. -Hot Headed -Cruel -Combat Driven -Brown/Aburn Hair -Grey Eyes -Easy to Anger -Most commonly 6’2 Eagle of Armas: A gold necklace, wore by the best warrior of the clan, a large honour for any Armas to bare this. Tugann Bás: A claymore relic recovered in Elsylum, It carries with it red hilted leather and a tartan wrapped around the hilt, it is carried in a bearskin steathe, the mouth of the bear being the slot for the sword to slide in. Carried by the Chefitan. (Paintballz) Sir Eddard Armas - Active, Cheftian. Edward Armas II- Active Godric Armas - Missing (Peterquartz) Belondric Armas - Deceased (Withers86) Aonghys Armas - Deceased (C360) Wulfgar Armas - Missing (Tuslwmosnter) Edward Armas-Meadowbloom- Missing Joining: Name: _______ Armas Relation to clan Chieftan: _________ (Cousin, ect. or adopted) A short bio of yourself: Skype:

Saw the title.. decided to write this out anyway incase you wanted something to draw. MC Name: paintballz Character Name: William de Silvarois Skin or Referance Picture: http://gyazo.com/d38a6904fbc08faf1d39fe34b34b9eb8 I often pictured it as more of a Sirius black moustache thou. http://gyazo.com/811efdca718e39dc3a8535105397e543 Gender: Male Race: Human Shot: (Headshot, bust, full body, chibi) I’d like a full body shot, with maybe his daughter at his side, who is Blonde headed with light green eyes, currently 3 years old :). Kind: (Sketch, Lined, Lined-Colored, Unlined-Colored) Lined-Colored Position: (be detailed. You tell me nothing, you will get whatever is easiest) Standing in his flowing black robes, with his daughter at his side, smiling warmly as they walk together. Proof of Payment: (for full body only) http://gyazo.com/1e3225b24b8151a0dbb0f9679eb2aa2b