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Chieftain Valarr Targyn II nods slowly as he listens to Han speak. He pushes out his chest, returning to his alpha-male posture before he looks from left to right. Finding no one else speaking, he positions himself in the center of the gathering. "Yeh. My Clan is buildin' five great ships t' lead us to t'ah new world, should t'ere be one." He speaks in a dark, gravelly tone. "We welcome all 'dunians on our ships," He drags his glare over the gathering of chieftains, then pauses for a short while. "Except Eoghan Campbell, also known as Ainmire." He barks, putting a large amount of emphasis on the word except. "For he 'as disrespect'd my Clan for t'ah last time!" His commanding voice rings through the stone circle, and can be heard throughout the camp. Valarr emits a cruel snarl from deep inside his throat, matching Chieftain Eoin Campbell's gaze before he says softly, "He finds 'is own way t' t'ah new world." He clears his throat, stepping back into his place. "Should we find t'ah new world, I will gat'er forces. Clan Targyn will lead a banner 'nd serve as t'ah border guards." He nods once, "T'at is all for now."

Kern's feet hang from the edge, the mass of rock he sits on almost hovering over the deep ravine. He keeps his gaze low, drumming the fingertips of his left hand on his thigh. He lets out a long, drawn out sigh. "Home at last," he says softly, looking down to the city below him. A smile tugs at the edge of his mouth, he feels so warm, but it is snowing here. He sighs again, "Home is so sad." With furrowed brows he looks down to his snow covered body, "It stays as it was left." He chuckles softly, digging both palms of his hands into the snow littered ground, "Be it ever so humble." With a slight grunt he pushes himself from the ground, pivoting on his left foot before he walks back down the hill. (( Kern Oussana, son to Dezinth and cousin to Khel. It's been fun so far, it can only get better. Currently beginning to write a VA for him. ))

Rufaro finds himself in Prince Lancel's office while patrolling, he notices a particular application on his table. His nostrils flare and his gaze snaps into a glare as he approaches the desk, looking down at the paper. He violently snatches out to grab it before ripping it right down the middle, emitting a cruel growl as it is now in two pieces. Rufaro storms out of the room, leaving the torn application on the ground. "We do not allow traitors in the Shields" he mumbles to himself as he exits the barracks in rage.

*William travels to each town he pinned a poster in, ripping each one down along with the replies.* ((Sorry, but I've been banned; I'll be back on in a few weeks though. Locked.))

*A note is pinned under every poster, all stating the same thing.* "Sorry but, I will be selling the iron to who ever sends me a letter first due to a change in recent events. For one sack I am asking one-thousand six-hundred mina, and for both three-thousand two-hundred mina. The prices will not be negotiable, unless you would like to pay more of course, haha. Again, I can be found on the human island or feel free to send me a letter at the Siabhal County. ~ William Armas"

*Posters are pinned to the bulletins in most towns across the islands of Kalos.* "During my travels across Kalos I have come across a few interesting merchants who offered me a variety of fine metals. So here I am today offering it to you. I am selling two sacks of iron bricks, for the price of twenty-five minas a piece. If you're interested send me a letter at the Siabhal County, on the human island. ((MCname: KiiNg_Xx)) ~ William Armas"

Oath I, Ulric Kelwroth, Swear upon my honor that I will uphold the peace and security of my lord and lady, Ryder Hightower, James Hightower and Lancel Hightower, and keep them safe. All indulgences of the world will not disrupt my task in protecting them to the best of my ability. So do I swear, Ulric Kelwroth. Application OOC 1. Mc name? : KiiNg_Xx 2. What race are you? : Adunian 3. Have you ever been banned? If so what for? : Yesh, once, accused of X-Raying. 4. What reason are you joining for? : Need a job! 5. Did anyone direct you to joining, if so who? : Galendar 6. (( http://i.imgur.com/EOlQR.png )) 7. Skype name? : You have it. IC Name? : Ulric Kelwroth List any titles you may currently own : - Where does thou reside? : Currently traveling. What would you do in the situations below? : - A man is walking down a street in fine silks and exotic velvet, running up to him you see two goblins and a orc about to corner him in a dark alley by the tavern. You hear a yelp and rush in to find him dead, the three running down the alley. Ulric unsheathes his weapons, gripping the two deadly shortswords tightly, he chases after them alerting the other guards. Three other guards join the chase, which brings them all to a river. The orc unstraps his greataxe, roaring, while the goblins unsheathe their shortswords. Ulric yells "Put down tha weapons 'r we forced to 'ttack!". The three ignore the threat; Ulric shrugs, "Get 'em". The other three guards charge at them, one goblin and the orc clash blades, fighting for their lives. The other goblin jumps into the river, swimming hard to the other side. Ulric grins, always loving a chase, he sprints towards the water, swinging at the Orc's thigh on the way. The orc growls loudly, his attention now turning to Ulric who's running towards the water. The other guard slays the goblin, jumps, and swings at the orc's shoulder who is distracted, watching him drop to a knee in pain. Ulric hits the water, swimming after the goblin who just pulled himself out and breaks into a sprint. Ulric runs after the goblin who is slowing down, and once he gets close enough he swings at his back with one sword, the other jabbing towards his left lower side. The goblin hits the ground hard, with two sword wounds on his back, he is unable to resist. Ulric drops his swords, kneeling by the goblin "Thanks fer tha work out". Ulric removes the rope wrapped around his torso, and ties the goblins arms, heaving him up and walking towards his allies. He finds the three guards pushing the shackled orc towards town, grinning, Ulric follows with the small goblin on his shoulder. "Oi, we'll let Lancel deal 'ith these." - Inside of the local inn you’re enjoying a nice mug of ale. You’ve had a few and you’re not in you best mind of judgement, nor are you in your uniform. A drunken man stumbles into you and believes you pushed him and begins to throw punches. What do you do? Ulric takes a punch to his jaw, grunting and dropping his ale, he heaves himself to a stand and picks up a nearby stool. The drunk sends a fury of lousy attacks, Ulric raises the chair infront of him, deflecting them. Ulric fakes a kick to the man's chest, doing nothing more than a test, grinning wildly. The drunk sends a strong punch towards Ulric, who raises the stool infront of himself, letting the drunk's arm get trapped between the bars. "Shouldn't 'f done that." Ulric twists the stool hard, watching the drunk's arm break. The drunk tumbles to the ground, but tries to pull Ulric's stool away with his good arm. Ulric sends a hard kick to the man's jaw, sending him off to unconsciousness. He sets down the stool, and bends down, picking the unconscious drunk up. "Any'ne want to take care 'f dis guy? Me, O'im off t' bed" Ulric sets the man down on the bar counter, walking out of the inn, gives his bruised jaw a rub. - You are sent by Prince Lancel himself to achieve a mission that is of the highest importance. On your way out of the city you run into a higher ranked Shield who brings you into private and orders you to do a separate, non-linked high importance mission. What do you do? Ulric shakes his head, "Oi, sorry sir. Tha Prince 'as sent me t' somet'ing more import'nt. I'll be sure t' do what ye wanted me t' do right 'fter." The other Shield respects the Prince's orders, and shrugs, pointing to the door. Ulric pats him on the shoulder, jogging out of the door, "See ye soon!". (( Colors weren't working, sorry. ))

Banned because. Just because.

Banned for me running out of reasons for banning you potatoes.

Banned for everything.

Banned for banning me for having potato minions.

Banned for questioning my potato minions.

Banned because you ate all my potato minions.

Banned because you're all potato.

Horace unclips his bag, reaching into it he pulls out a piece of paper and pen. He scribbles something down and clips it underneath the poster. "Where is it?"

Horace unclips his bag, reaching into it he pulls out a piece of paper and pen. Scribbles something down and clips it underneath the poster. "Remember you still owe me money. How much is the asking price? -Horace"

*A neat looking note has been pinned on the trade bulletin in Arethor.* I have come across some diamonds in my travels, and I have ten for sale. The offers should be no less than two hundred-fifty minas a piece. Post your offers under this poster, or send a bird to me in Solace. ~ Signed Horace Altman((KiiNg_Xx))