Ender_Panda13

It took a bit for the news to hit a certain soldier in the first company, for he had been mining almost non-stop for the past day or two. When he had finally taken a break and left the mine, it had already been too late to say his fair wells to Arthal, they had started to already move to prepare his body for whatever burial was done in these days. The shock of his death didn't really affect Alder, but the fact that he would no longer be there, with them, leading his drills and exercises was what truly brought Alder’s spirits down. As far as he had remembered, he had never played his music for his brothers, and that he truly regretted now that Arthal would never be able to hear it, though he probably would have chastised him for playing tunes instead of working. Still he opened the locked chest in his tent, and retrieved a dark brown wooden box from the chest, taking what was out of the box, Alder walked out of his tent and sat down under an oak tree. He stared down at the flute in his hands, the one his father gave him. Arthal wasn't his father, he was the opposite to how his father was, but to put it simply, Arthal filled quite a bit of that hole in his heart that was left by his father’s death, but that hole was torn wide yet again, specially since he hadn't had time to say goodbye to Arthal. And so he played. It was gentle on the wind, a song his father taught him, a song his father often played when someone they knew had passed, Alder had only played it three times before, for his sister, for his mother, and for his father. It was supposed to be played as a last song the dying would hear, but Alder had come too late for that, he only hoped that wherever Arthal was, he could hear him play, even a little bit. The song filled the air around the camp until it was finished. Then Alder retired to his tent, to mourn in peace, until he had to go back to the mine. he promised not only himself, but to Arthal, that he would play his flute more, in his memory. http://youtu.be/3ZA_UFn_sRk

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OOC Name : Ender_Panda RP Name : Alder Barrdson Whom do you vote for ? (( Narthok, Cupcwakez, ww2buff99 )) Gabriel, Irelia, Spartacus: Irelia

-Posters are pinned throughout the lands, mostly right outside of capitals- -the poster seems to be drawn by that of a child, or of one who is ill-educated. Some of them have spelling mistakes, the poster maker has a small sense of word choice. On some larger posters a more extensive explanation is given- -The posters seem to be worded in semi-Blah, mostly common with slight reoccurring errors- Help Glasha find Heial. Glasha lubs Heial alot, Glasha wunts tu see Heial agane. Heial is a flying orb-ball-thing. He likes tu make yummy things called dogh-nuts, they are realleh guud. Send bird tu Glasha if lat find heial, or if lat gits infoormetian on wure Heial is. pleese help Glasha. -Lub Glasha'Dom'Krathol.

The dead shall rise...

Adrian had mulled over the words of his fellow Adunian, Atlas, who had told him that he should try for the position of Aermid in the Ildician Order, since he had been the old field medic back in Brom’kah, when the Adunians lived in the city. He wouldn't mind being in the order, and if he was the Aermid, it would just be like before. But he knew that it wouldn't be like before at all, he was older now, and many of his friends have died since then. Yet with age comes wisdom, and even though he wasn't practicing on people, save for the injured farmer or ill passerby, Adrian did study any and all books about medicine and medical treatments. Adrian had chuckled to himself when he learned that the Orhdu, the highest ranking in the Order, was his old friend and mentor Eddard Armas. Back around a decade ago, Adrian guessed as to how long it has been, Eddard had made Adrian his squire and trained him rather harshly. Though now Adrian knew why he did as such. “Just like old times, right Eddard?” Adrian says to no one but himself, his eyes filled with reminisce of the past as he picks up a fresh quill. He twirls it around his fingers as he stared down at the blank piece of paper, before dipping the tip of it into a almost full ink well. ‘I was never much of a writer’ and with that little thought and a small smirk, he begins to write. ----- Your name- Adrian Douglas Your age- 38 Your blood (race)- Adunian Your clan (if any)- I was adopted into Clan Douglas when I was young, Gavin Douglas was my adopted father. Your combat experience- Gavin Douglas made me his page when I had came of age to be one. Then when we had moved to Brom’kah, Eddard Armas took me in as his Squire, I have battle experience, I was also the local Medic for a time, to which I was given the role of Field Medic until I left the city when Kayrin came to power. A list of your criminal offences- None as far as I am aware of. ----- Adrian sighed as he places the quill down, and leaned back into his chair. It took quite a few tried to get the end result, which was apparent from several crumpled pieces of paper, set in a line on the window sill next to the table he had written on, he was truly not one meant for writing. After the ink had dried, Adrian folds the letter carefully, sealing it with the crest of clan Douglas in hot wax, before placing the sealed letter into the bag that is harnessed onto the back of his personal carrier bird, one that had belonged to his father. After sending the bird off, Adrian sits back down into his chair, sighing. “I hope I do not make a mistake this time...” he says to himself, before standing up to continue his duties, someone had to take care of the fields and livestock.

Just like the title says, these will be little drawn moments in time for my character(s) It might get sappy, so If you cry, its not my fault :P more to come once I draw them :P

Adrian shakes his head slightly. "I think I can already tell who'll win..." he says as he marks his vote down. ((MC Name)) Ender_Panda Signature: Adrian Douglas Dranan Elendil X Kayrin Elendil

((OOC)) MC Name - Ender_Panda Age (Not neccessary) - 18 (Almost 19) Do you have skype and/or TS? - Both ------------------ Full Name - Adrian Douglas Why do you wish to join the guardsmen? - I wish to serve the great House of Stafyr, To protect them will be my life's new goal. Do you have any military experience? - A bit, I was trained under squire-ship for most of my younger years, I had become a field medic of sorts, but I can swing a sword as well as any man. Why should we accept you? - Why? Well, simply put, I wish to spend the rest of my life doing something worth while, and if that means protecting a Noble family, I would gladly do so. Do you believe you have what it takes? - If strength is what is needed, I will become stronger then what I am. If brains is what is needed, I will become smarter. I am willing to do what it takes to protect those I find dear to me.

7/10 You seem like a right ol' fellow~

I am so sorry in advance for these, I'm trying to learn to draw less anime-y and more human-y... ><; Most will be uncolored sketches. First attempt at a dwarf.... I can only draw angry dwarves DX that beard...urgh.