LedZep98

*Ahem* Well let's see... where to begin. Shatter is one of the best RPers I've come across, not only on this server, but ever. He takes the time to nitpick every little detail, planning everything out which he possibly can. Christ, the man puts hidden meanings into his emotes. I never though somebody could be so bloody detailed about taking a swig from a flask, or flipping their hair, but he pulled it off, and he pulled it off damn good. This man is /perfect/ for this position, and I believe he could seriously improve the event team, and all server events immensely. If there is anybody I would support for any position on this server, it would be Shatter for event team. The man was bloody made for this.

+10-f**king-thousand!

A letter arrives addressed to House Blackmont, specifically for Lord Lucius. The parchment is tied in an intricate wrap, adorning the seal of an Old Grey Tree - House Green.

"Lord Lucius Blackmont, I have recently received a letter from your captain, Ser Drelik, bearing a formal declaration of war against me and my House, enacting ridiculous demands with threats of flaying my people. I assume you are aware, of course, of the current crown authority, and that a formal declaration of war is breaking the Emperor's peace, and laws. I assume that you are also aware of my current liege, Silus of House Horen, and that a declaration against me is a declaration against my liege, and his House, the Emperor's House. Luckily, I realize that this declaration was likely a foolish act of your captain while his judgement was clouded in fury regarding what has come to be known as "The Green Wedding", and event which I assure you, I had no part in."

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"I shall not succumb to such demands. If you truly believe me to be guilty of such a treacherous act as the Green Wedding then I bid you to seek the Emperor's just upon me, but no other can pass such judgement upon me. For now, we must focus our attentions to the current war, for there will be a time to enact justice upon whoever is responsible, but it is not now."

With my most sincere condolences for your losses,

-Lord Codrik Green

Joining the Chapel

There are several ways to join the Order. You may seek out any officers in the town of Baile, located in central Oren, or you may approach one of the recruiters which can be occasionally found throughout the realm. Finally, you may fill out the following form, sending it through bird to the town of Baile.

MC Name - 
Timezone - 

Character Name - 
Race - 
Age - 
Previous Experiences/Trade - 
Why do you wish to join? - 

Ranking within the Chapel

Grand Prior - Codrik Green

The Grand Prior is the head of the Chapel, handling both the military and political matters. All promotions to Senior Command must go through the Prior with advisory from his council.

Master at Arms - Hadrian Odiare

The Second highest rank of command within the chapel. Charged with the training and betterment of all men. It is the task of the Master at Arms to ensure all men are prepared both physically and mentally for battle.

Commandery

The small, elite council which advises the Grand Prior and Master at Arms. They assist in the running of day to day matters within the Chapel. Each member represents a virtue which fits them best.

Ser Vaclav Pascal - Piety

Ser Peter Pascal -  Grace

Coltius Green - Devotion

Brother of Arms

The first honor of the Order. The men who have been fully inducted

into the brotherhood. They protect and guide those of lower ranking.

Armsman

The bare bones of the Order. These men serve the creator and the

Order with their life.

Kinsling

The first rank of the Order. These men have yet to prove themselves

fully.

Awards/Commendations

Men of the Chapel aspire to six virtues. Piety, Devotion, Grace, Strength, Loyalty, and Justice. If they should prove themselves worthy of representing one of these virtues they are granted either a sash (For Officers) or armband of the color representing that virtue.

Blue - Reserved for the Grand Prior

Red - Reserved for the Master at Arms

White - Piety

Green - Devotion

Purple - Grace

Orange - Strength

Yellow - Loyalty

Light Blue - Justice

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtCY6_c6uBU

Men of the Chapel

"Lead by example and virtue, in service of God"

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Mission of the Chapel

The Men of the Chapel have one singular goal - to spread the Creator's will and influence by means of modeling true virtue, chivalry, and piety. To defend the Creator's servants and his word against all who would seek to do them harm. Their allegiance is first to the church, and second to the Holy Empire of Oren. 

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The Oath of Tenants

Upon entrance to the Chapel, all must take the oath of Tenants which they live and abide by on their honor

Upon my honor, I do humbly swear to do no wrong to God's servants and people, their property, nor their lives.

Upon my name, I do humbly swear to act as a paragon of virtue to all those who are in need of guidance, that they may be brought to the light.

Upon my word, I do humbly swear to join in brotherhood with my fellow men, to disregard all previous grudges and quarrels, and to accept them as my kin.

Upon my country, I swear to protect the Holy Empire of Oren, it's people, and it's assets.

Upon my piety, I swear to protect the Church of the Creator, it's people, and it's assets.

Upon my life I swear to uphold each and every one of these tenants to my fullest, for the remainder of my days.

(( I'm a little confused as to why you guys are assuming they're singing in Dwarven taverns...))

        All across Anthos pub crawlers and tavern seekers alike have heard one song as of late echoing throughout the ale halls of the realm. The men who sing this are always dressed alike, adorned top to bottom in green garbs and cloaks, many of them looking quite rustic, which is befitting of their songs. They play energetic, up-beat music along with the jingle before the chorus roars out from the massive men.

"Oh /King/ Thorin ah' Urguan!"

"No true king fer' sure-ah-gon!"

"Truly an insult tah' our lord 'oren!"

"Fer' 'is insults are really quite borin'!"

"Half tha' size ah' any man I've seen!"

"And but a quarter of Old Man Green!"

"They've been waitin' an' watchin' oh so silently!"

"An' now we'll end 'is empire quite very violently!"

"Hey!"

"Men ah' tha' North, tha' South an' tha' East!"

"In tha' Dwarven 'alls we shall soon feast!"

"Know that they'll be sparse ah' rest,"

"Fer' it's by all mighty God which we 'ave been blessed!"

"Urguan we'll soon come fer' you!"

"There's not a bloody thing that you can do!"

"We'll throw /King/ Thorin deep in ah' 'ole!"

"Or maybe stick 'is 'ead 'igh on ah' pole!"

      The men sing and dance about with merriment all through the night, their songs ringing through your ears as you try to drift off into sleep.

Imperial Citizenship Form 1.0.0
 
 
Name:Benjamin
Surname/House:Greywatch
Age:23
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Citizen Ship Class (A or B):B
 
Physical Description
Height:5'10
Weight:190 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color/Shade: Tan
Outstanding Markings/Tattoos:
 
Personal Information
Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): N/A
Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis):  N/A
Profession/Occupation: N/A
 
Oath(s) of Loyalty
 
For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks):
 
"I, Benjamin Greywatch, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."
 

Codrik sits alone in his quarters, hunched over his desk as he looks over the edict, fists clenched tightly. A bottle of whiskey sits next to him, never far from his hand. 

    Codrik sits across the river, a distance away from the site of the battle. He looks off to the ruins of the Dreadfort, and to the demolished bridge of Castle Greywyn. He glances back as one of his wounded men groan out in pain - the lot of them were beaten and battered, breaks and burns, wounds from both sword and arrow. His men were in low spirits as music and fireworks echoed from Castle Greywyn. He simply didn't understand. This was no victory, no matter if they acomplished their goal - they had to look at the cost. What happened today should have never be repeated if they were to win this war, that was for certain. His thoughts return to him as he looks back to his men, who all gaze to him expectantly.

"Come on lads, let's go 'ome."

    The bleek looks upon their faces are replaced with solumn smiles. They stand, ready to make what was sure to be a very long walk home.

-Snip, sorry guys, I posted this on a completely wrong topic. Had two tabs open xD-

Codrik's face remains lighthearted, though there is a serious sense about him as he speaks.

"Nay, I simply wished to issue my welcome back once I heard of your return. My father told me a deal about you. Sadly I must be off. I have business at the palace. Good day to you, Lord Chancellor."

((I built that courthouse and welcome back Alex, goodjob

(( If I recall you never finished it, however? Welcome back Alex.))

Codrik strolls in, several guards behind him staying outside as he enters. He looks forward towards the Chancellor's desk, his face turning to a smile. He approaches.

"Alexander. Welcome back. It's a shame you weren't present for my father's departure."

7/10

Not sure what it is... but it's neat.

(())

2/10

Sadly I have not seen you before.

Edit - That was for somebody else. Guess my page got messed up.

6/10

4/10

I can dig what you're going for there. Not sure what it is, exactly, but I can dig it.

Codrik stands by his cousin as the applauds echoes throughout the cathedral. His face looks stern as he claps, moving to gaze about the hall. His eyes catch his sisters, first, his twin, Aila standing along side old James Hightower, and then resting upon Allison, standing by Mirtok's side. His thoughts drift, wondering what shall become of them next. He looks to his side where his cousin looks to him, the same worried expression upon his face. They exchange a quick nod before looking back front.

Codrik calls out, though not in a yell -

"Long live his most Divine Imperial Majesty, our Lord Emperor, Horen V. May we all be humbled by the beginning of his glorious reign."

Not updated. I'll get on that.

Several months later, far, far out at sea, Adam sits on the deck of his skiff, grey and aged, looking over to see his brother, fast asleep on the bow. He looks back as he sees a familiar looking bird on the horizon - his old owl. It lands by his side on the skiff, a parchment in hand sent by his son. He opens it up to read, a solemn look appearing on his face.

"I see..." He mutters, sitting still for a moment in thought. He looks over to the other end of the deck where his chest and wardrobe lie. He stands, making his way over, opening the chest. As he looks down there lie his old formal attire, as radiant as the day it was stitched by Boiendl's hand. He smiles, taking up the suit and throwing it on. He moves over towards the wheel of the ship, standing tall and proud in the suit, looking off to the horizon as his brother awakens.

"Adam, what the bloody hell are you wearing?"

He glances down that the suit, his solemn smile appearing once again.

"Oh, it's nothing..."

((Also just because you say you were infuriated doesn't mean that's a reason to have rp avoided. I don't think any of us mind that you are voiding it but just because something didn't happen how you wanted it doesn't really make it an applicable situation to void. Anyways /end rant))

Chrestienne, after finishing up her fake celebrations heads back to Auvergne, shaking her head with disdain.

(( It was done right after the character was taken up by a new player - and completely fell out of the personality and history of the character and the House as a whole. It wasn't something we voided simply because we didn't like the outcome, it didn't fall under the character to do so, and the player was aware of this fact, and had been warned numerous times before. You have my apologies, however.))

Codrik stands from his seat, off to mingle among the reception.

Auvian Valois Whispers to his aunty Countess Rose Valois, halfway through the ceremony "Wasn't this the lady that cheated on Alexander and made him nearly kill himself?"

(( Just a note, Timmy had that entire situation voided, with my approval, due to the fact that we were all infuriated at that happening. Once Tim took up the character her personality and in game history were essentially back to the drawing board.))

Codrik sits with a proud smile looking onward to the alter. As Mirtok meets his gaze for a moment he gives a casual, friendly salute onwards.

Codrik steps inside his bedroom, exhausted from the festivities of the day in Abresi.

He stops at the foot of the bed, gazing down, his eyes locked on the note.

He stands for a moment, taking in the threat, breathing deeply before stepping back into the hall.

He calls out for one of his servants - the deranged butler, to take the note and burn it.

He had hoped to get a good night's sleep tonight, but instead he sits in his parlor chair, face buried in his fist as the poem echoes throughout his thoughts.

Yet another sleepless night.

~Fliers hang all over Salvus, Abresi and the rest of Oren, some even with two guards nearby night and day.

---By Decree of His Right Honour, Count Codrik of House Green, Toveah Goldman is to be held accountable for Tax and Fine Evasion within the county of Kilburn. This is a final, publicly stated warning issued, and should taxes remain un-payed on any of the following buildings within the county within two elven days ((By noon Sunday, EST)) they are to be repossessed by the Count from Goldman & Co. along with all goods within.

• 500 Mina Fine for unregistered use of land regarding the "Goldman Company Supply Post"
• 500 Mina Tax upon the Goldman Estate
• 200 Mina Tax upon the Baile Inn & Tavern
• 150 Mina Tax upon the Goldman Co. Baile Store
• 75 Mina Tax upon the vacant Baile residence

A wax seal rests at the bottom of every flier.

Codrik's face turns to a bright smile upon seeing the flier - especially after the unusual disappearance of his previous maid. He calls for one of his men to hand him a quill and parchment. He writes down a short note, posting it up next to the flier.

Claudia,

-----I would be much appreciative to have a maid under the service of my household, as we have had a certain lacking as of late. Food and shelter will be provided wholesomely, along with a generous pay. I do hope to hear back, and look forward to meeting you should you accept my offer. I may be found in the town of Baile, on the road from Salvus to Abresi.

-Codrik Green, Count of Kilburn