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"The Stranniks lead the charge!"

Corbett salutes! "**** Iblees."

"Oorah."

Corbett sighed heavily, his armor was battered and the paint chipped and faded. His horse lame and his sword dulled. It had been many years and he bore the scars to show it, but for the Creator and his Order they were worth it. The Knight Captain rode upon a horse which had seen more days than a horse should, it was tired and if either of them had earned a rest it was his steed. With a smile, Corbett patted the horses neck and urged him onward, the Bastion peaked over the horizon. It gave him access to a pocket of energy he thought gone and it seemed his horse knew home when he saw it, picking up the pace ever so slightly. The two went home, the man at the gate shouting out, "A Knight returns from Duty! Glory to Ser Corbett!" The gates quickly open, and a squire named Caldon taking the horse to food and water, while Corbett dismounted and walked into the halls he had not seen in many years. With a sigh he removed his great helm, "It's good to be home."

"He killed Rags? The fool dies."

"When did the other bastard pop up?" Corbett murmurs to himself, looking through the poster.

Corbett slowly clears his throat, speaking to Godferik, "Tserkov… Is that not the barony that you rule? A cesspool of filth and depravity. They attempt to emulate the town of Pravets, the independent and successful town owned and run by Roy Carrion, a genius by all rights and a man of much influence. It is curious, where he got this idea for in fact, the good Baron himself was often seen attempting to live in Pravets, in which he would be run out time and time again. Roy himself would go to leave Oren after Emperor Boris had departed, for Godfriek was disrespectful to not only those he saw as lesser, but his own family. What man, who can call himself a good Creator worshipping man, can insult and harass and treat his own family in a brutal and malicious fashion? Such a thing is heard from the likes of those such as Nero the Rat, or Gideon Silverblade, despicable people surely condemned to Hell. Does the Baron, for he is surely not good, find the town of Pravets enjoyable, in that he copies it? For mockery and copying are of course the most sincere forms of flattery. Perhaps Godfriek of the house-of-the-rotted-flesh, which is what Carrion means, and he does fine and well to make many and more piles of carrion from his own denizens rotting flesh, is envious of Roy? Sinful indeed, for he must have sinned either way, yet has the audacity to name his town “church” in a language spoken by peasants, which he surely would consider his lessers. So it must be a ruse then, for him to mock Roy. He wastes the Imperial Crowns purse attempting to emulate a member of his dynasty which he publicly despises. That, or he surely must have a mental issue which has been a topic of controversy for some time indeed among the folk of Oren. It must be his own pride as well, to openly denounce a successful and wealthy town while he himself runs an empty hamlet in which he himself does not even reside, sneaking into Pravets again and again to failing to garner free, happy people to his hamlet of sin and disease. Make no mistake, Godfriek is ill in the head and soul truly, for doing such deplorable acts. But we must not abandon hope, for surely, if he is of a good stock he will repent and make amends to his cousin and the Creator himself."

MC name: eyad01 Name: Corbett van Cleef Race: Human Age: 27 Are you aware joining will mean you sever your bonds to previous organizations?: Yes. Who were you knighted by and why?: Grandmaster Richard de Bar, for a brilliant display of military prowess and an awe inspiring performance against the Uruks and the Empire's enemies. Who were you squired to?: Richard de Bar

(( It is in fact EST.

"It is more traditional, and more skillful, rather, that a hunter would slay the beast with a melee weapon. It adds much more of a challenge, and it would make the Hunt much more exciting - in having to be able to corner the large beast and slay it. To use a long-ranged weapon during the event would simply make it stale. The purpose of the event is not only to slay the beast, but in doing so, you hone your own fighting skill with a blade, or whatever other melee weapon you would choose for the event. Normal weaponry, or more common ones, to use against Boars are spears and daggers." Corbett says, responding to Atlas's remark.

"So, ye' traveler of Athera, do you fancy yourself a huntsman?" The herald states, before handing you a flier. It reads the following; The Boar Hunt of Pravets! The Regent of Pravets, Marvin Valentine, has been gracious in allowing all denizens of Pravets, and those of the Realm of Athera, to participate in this year's Boar Hunt! All races, no matter what you may perhaps be, are allowed to attend, so long as they follow rules and regulations. Said rules and regulations apply to any who wish to participate in not only the Boar Hunt, but the other activities as well. There shall also be a festival before the Hunt, and a feast afterwards. Any questions are to be sent to Marvin Valentine. Rules and Regulations: Most important of all, perhaps, is to maintain common sense! No magic of any sort is permitted in the hunt. No long-ranged weaponry are permitted. No use of alchemy or drugs are permitted. No use of fire or explosives in any shape or form. No harm or harassment is to become of any fellow participants of any and all of the activities! To those who wish to participate in the Boar Hunt: There is no fee for entry, and spears will be provided for those without arms to hunt with. There is some danger in the skirmish and thus children, halflings, and pregnant ladies will not be allowed to participate for their own safety. There shall be a total of three adult, male boars. All of which shall be given a thirty second head start against their hunters. Whoever lands the killing blow on the Boar obtains the head, or heads, for those who believe they can slay perhaps all three! The prize for killing the Boar are as follows: A blade, that made of the finest steel, as to make it quite sturdy and less breakable than most swords, it has quite the sharp edge to it as well. It will be given to the finest hunter. There will be a reward of 600 minas per Boar killed. The hunter is allowed to keep the Boar head if he or she wishes to do so. Other Activities: Not a hunter? More of a drinker, perhaps? Or the common gambler? There shall be a drinking contest in the Turncrow's Tankard and blackjack, during the festivities! None of the above? We offer you the chance to sell your wares during the festival, and feast! There shall also be dancing, of course, for all the fair maidens of the Realm. Performers shall be available for entertainment, performing tricks and the like. You yourself can participate as a performer as well! Performers must, however, send a bird to Marvin Valentine. OOC Information: Times are as the following, 10/11/14 Festival starts at 4:00 EST. Hunters rally at 4:45, hunt starts at 5:05, ends at 5:30-5:45, feast afterwards. Any OOC-related questions should be forwarded to either myself or Charoodler. Coordinates are: 602, 269 Prizes are an unbreaking sword with +36%, and 1k minas per boar head.

"Do we even have any female Orenian nobles anymore?"

rip eyad's mom - nordicgod's nan

Accepted, my apprentice.

Corbett backhands Yagak, "We're going to kill both of them, shaddap."

"Wood Elves are as bad as High Elves, Art. Maybe even worse."

"Don't forget about the Wood Elves!" Corbett shouts from the Skies, throwing a bone towards Rusk'Dom's head.

"My two enemies killing each other! Hooray!"

Corbett salutes the mercenaries. o7 (( You cannot ground my son, James. ))