Galendar

Ostromir's iron gauntlet curls around the shaft of his axe, slowly going to release his grip and repeat.

"The Bear does not bow..."

((Add more types))

the bruised rihana salutes aislin after the sik shout. 

O7

I don't like magic.

Agor closes his eyes before slinging his plate armor over his shoulder, moving out of the gates and on to a distant settlement once again.

"Ah will bad follow Jorik aneh longer. T'at ***** finks 'e is so 'igh an' moighteh. 'E takes credit get shite 'e did nae dew and does nae give credit where dew." He would nod at his words

"Yemekar save t'is Kingdom."

Aislin, shut up, you have crabs

Ever since I've been on this server, Florian has been the one person that sticks out in this entire expirience of 3 long years. I remember how we spent many hours working on stuff together and how we became friends through doing it. If it wasn't for him, I don't believe I would be here nor would many others. He has had a profound effect on the server in many good ways.

He's been a GM before, he should be given back his mantel.

+1

Agor Grandaxe gives a subtle nod as the armies charge after his word to Jorik and the horsemen. Following in the line of cavalry, he would go on to kill many orcs before the battle wrapped up. He let out a sigh of relief as his plan had succeeded. The day was won. Had it not been for all the brave and valiant dwed, the battle would have been lost.

"Teh Battle ohf Teh Bloodeh Grass mus' always beh remember'd."

Some posters are pinned about the main road in Athera and the main taverns about the roads.

"Agor Grandaxe is in need of vast amounts of iron. If anyone would be willing to sell in bulk to him, please do not hesitate to send for him at Khaz'Frat, otherwise known as the old Dunamis Fort.

((PM Vekrus IG or add me on skype galendar.aveere))

chill af and responsible +1

Application

MC Name:

Vekrus/Galendar_Aveere

Character name:

Agor Blackaxe,  Last Son of Bazian Blackaxe

Character Age:

200+

Field of Study:

Looking into runesmithing and War

Mother and Father clan:

Grandaxe

Do you have skype?:

Yes

A long time ago, there was a young man. This young man's name was Gilbert the Bootymeister.

Gilbert was a funny little lad. His original ser name is Heinz, like the ketchup brand. When he was born, he did not cry. Only a single tear leaked from his gentle eyes, gracing the world with his first and only tear. Gilbert, otherwise known as Gibby growing up, went on to like many a women.

When Gilbert turned 16, he had a single wish... the booty. He was so centered around the idea of getting the booty that it became his life. All he cared of was booty. He craved the booty, he wished for it, and in the end, fell for it.

Gibby created an order solely devoted to the booty and gaining such a prize. To join, one must truly dedicate their life to the booty and all who hath a good one. Many a young, hormonal teenager struck to join the order, but few were worthy.

After another two years, Giblit took the mantel title of "Bootymeister". The been below him were termed Booty Hunters and served him without question. The rise of such a powerful force in the north struck fear into the Papacy, and was met with the fist of the faith.

A crusade was declared on the Bootymeister and his men. They were pinned against a mighty foe, the Catholic bovines! Gasp! The ultimate square off.... Booty versus the Cross...

The two armies met on the field of battle in an old Germanic territory that didn't really matter. There was few words, but much action. Both sides charged towards the other, one calling "FOR THINE BOOTY!" the other, "AVE MARIA!". When the two forces met, the Bootymeister crossed blades with two of the greatest enemies he would ever face in his life... Eddy Murphy and Morgan Freeman. Both of these men were fabled crusaders who were said to have been gods of war. They fought for many an hour, but there was only one outcome.

It is obvious the Bootymeister was struck down in battle against Morgan Freeman and his close friend, Eddy Murphy. Some even say once Eddy struck him down with one swipe of his sword, Giblit grabbed the supple rump of the famous black man. He silently whispered to Eddy... ever so silently, "Ogres have layers..." and with that, a crack of thunder resounded out as Shrek descended from the heavens and let out the almighty rally call...

"DUNKEEEEHHHH"

It is said that due to Gibson the Bootymeister, the Catholic Church is known for touching little boys on the rump, but it is just speculation.

-Galendar/Grant

MC name: Vekrus, Galendar_Aveere, o_Grant_o

Character's name and age: Amealeo Ts'Dun, around 300 years old.

Character’s Race: Human

What magic/s did you learn?: Paladinism

Who/how did you learn magic/s?: Taught by Hilan Athna in Asulon before he disappeared.

Offer an explanation of said magic/s you learned: Amealeo Ts'Dun joined the Order of the Golden Lance back in Asulon when they formed under said name. As he grew up, he became a fierce warrior and devout soldier of Xan. Due to his extreme devoutness to the aengul, he was granted gifts by Xan to do his bidding at the will of Hilan, his teacher. The aengul lead him into an enlightened state of balance and understanding of the magics through his teachings.

I still don't understand what was wrong with the old regions we used to have in Anthos and Asulon.

The ship does not turn up in port, nor do any men return. It is unknown where Ostromir has gone as he has not returned on time.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1qKqlAxLUY

It had been over five years since his departure. Ostromir had grown no less tired but he had grown evermore ferocious. Random maurauding pirates were not enough to sate his taste, what he longed for were the shores of Athera where his home lay, Woldzmir.

He missed his brothers, sisters, cousins, and uncles. This drove the bear ever closer to his goal, home. The Bear was heading home.

Soon.

A ship rocks back and forth far out at sea, a black figure standing in his cabin, pouring over the scrolls sent to him from Athera.

House Marna catches his eye, bringing a small smile to his ever-stern gaze.

"The Dragon may still have fire yet.."

do what you want, ryan

man was a wild card but colin is back :)

Be happy they at least said something. I hope you guys are learning, staff.

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((This is actually a really cool idea. I hope it isn't turned into a bunch of fuckery and what not just because you're playing 'arabs'.))

Ostromir raises a brow,

"I need to pay these peoples a visit."

-A large warhawk flies in, dropping an application.-

IC:

• Name:    Ostromir Isaac Vladovic I
• Age:    26
• Race:    Human, Northerner
• Physical condition:    Ready to serve
• Prior military experience:   All I know is the blade.
• Will you swear an oath to the Office of Selective Service and Humanity: Yes

OOC:

• Has Teamspeak (Y/N): Y
• Skype username: you have it
• Do you agree to sign a perma-kill clause, allowing the permanent death of your character if deemed necessary by superiors in game: No due to the fact I don't want to give my character's life for joking around. I will PK if necessary in RP situations that I deem fair.
• Note: All trolly applications will be denied, including those that have joking answers or snooty retorts. 

A large galleon rocks back and forth between the waves, lost out at sea. Ostromir sits at the head of the ship, sharpening the great sword lain across his lap.

"The Dwarves were not enough.... the elves no match... what of dragons?"

The ship continues to rock, the towering black plated man disappears below the deck of the ship.

Vaktismo's eyes dart left, then right.

"Huw iz diz dumb zkah Rex? Skah id... mi neeb tu peep diz!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBjzAdpZzf0

Ostromir's eyes set upon the continent of Aeldin, smiling softly as he would go to stay there for some time. Word would not be heard from him for the next several years.