Servant of St. Owyn

Willhelm Kneels before Lord Jon Renault reciting the words What is your life? My honour is my life. What is your fate? My duty is my fate. What is your fear? My fear is to fail. What is your Reward. My Salvation is my reward. What is your craft? My craft is death What is your pledge? My pledge is eternal service. And so his loyalty is delivered.

*A poster is posted over all of Oren* 16th of the Grand Harvest, 1590 After the Decimation of the Dwarven forces in this years Skirmish between the HOLY ORENIAN EMPIRE and the Stouted half-casts, the brethren of the fallen Dwarves decided to take up arms, enraged at the loss in the battle and attacked an empty castle, slaying in complete cold blood, the unarmed farmers out in the feed, working to feed the Holy soldiers and civilians of the Empire. But like their brethren, the Dweds, failed in this task of combat, let many of the farmers escape. The dwarves stunted legs could not catch up the farmers who spread the word of a dwarven attack. "To Arms!" Cried the men of the Orenian empire, the message had been sent all over the realm, urging the men of Oren to take up arms and rally, forcing back the dreaded dwarves. And so they did, they took up arms and charged towards Wetz, along the way more and more men joined the valiant charge eventually surrounding the castle of which the down-trodded dwarves had occupied. En-circled, the dwarves had no option but to charge into the Orenian lines and die with glory for their race. But the CRAVEN DWED DID NOT,No! Instead the cravens formed a circle within their ranks and opened the gate, charging forth... Away from the orenian lines, the slower dwarves were left behind, they hold no loyalty to their own race, not even to their own mothers, but it made no difference to the Courageous men of oren, cutting down the retreating dwarves. Being faster, and stronger and working together, it wasn't hard. Running as their life depended on it, the dwarves shed their weapons and armor, diving into the ocean to get away, the men of Oren lined up on the shores of the beach, firing upon the drowning dwarves. And that is story of the Dwarves, angered at their loss, charge into an undefended castle, just to run back home to their mothers when faced with Orenian Might.

An Orenian warship broke through the heavy mist off the coast of Axios. It's red sail whipped around in the wind. The Steel men aboard ran around the deck in an organized frenzy. Five armour clad men stood at the bow of the ship overlooking the oncoming land. Muttering between themselves. As the boat cleared the mist another breached it followed by a third and then a forth. Before too long a whole fleet had come into the open. Stretching as far along the horizon and further back than the eye can see, the ships were built in different styles and shapes and went different speeds but all had red sails flying above. Each side of the ships were lined with iron clad men peering over the sides looking towards the shore line. As the fleets came closer an unmistakable white mark could be seen in the center of the red sails.

((Put your RP name, followed by your Minecraft username)) Name ((OOC Name)): Philly II (((PhillyLewis))) Surname/House: Fitzroy Date of Birth ((Example: 11th of Sun’s Smile, 1520)): Gender: Fluid Male Race: Human Citizenship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 6"4' Weight: 120Kg Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Color/Shade: HuWhite Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Lorraine Cross Tramp Stamp Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): Profession/Occupation: Chef Have you paid your processing fee (CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY!): ((Please provide a screenshot of the payment.)) Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Philly Fitzroy the Second, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Orenian 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."

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"Kreiger" Signs the charter in poor hand writing

RP Information Age: 400 Race: Uruk Allegiance (Current nation of residence): Oren Past Military Experience: Orcish Heritage None-Military Experience/Skills: Farmer (Primary) Stone Mason (Secondary) Leatherworker (Racial) ---------- OOC information MC Name: PhillyLewis Skype Name (Used for updates, news and information): you have it Teamspeak is a required tool for battles and major events, it is recommended that you at least download it. yea Do you plan to make this character one of your primary?: Yes

A letter is sent out to the men. "Report to the Garrison in Felsen to join our ranks. It will be a pleasure serving with you" Signed Ser Philly Fitzroy, Regent Captain of the Felsen Guard.

An application is pinned to the Notice board outside Ard Ghorrock Name (Leave IG name as well): Philly Fitzroy Race: Human Gender: Male Skills: I pride myself in the ability to cook, I am open to learning new skills. Do you meet the criteria to join Hallowvale Contracting?: Aye, I do Leave an address for a return letter of accepted: Pin your reply to the board, I will see it ((Also, please message me your skype privately as a way for OOC contact.)) Think you've got it, if not just ask A exquisite Lorraine cross is drawn below in detail.

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Ooc: MC Name: Philly (: Do you have skype?: Warum? Do you have Teamspeak?: Warum? Are you a GM alt spying on us?: Nein Past groups you've been apart of: All of them IC: - Name: Bodo - Clan: Auzzie - How much do cattle do you squat?: Iz latz hitting on mi? - Do you have battle experience?: Yub - Do you pledge yourself to the Big Nob, so long as he is fit to lead?: Yub - 1 Paragraph backstory of how you entered the warband (yes im serious put in some work you lazy ****): **** you. Bodo'Auzzie was born in a land down under in his clan called the Auzzie's. From a young age, Bodo was taught to hunt his food by using an assortment of weapons including, clubs, spears, and throwing equipment. The Bodo was nomadic, like the rest of the Auzzies and endured many tortuous events that are used in many of the tribes down under to initiate the young Auzzie cubs into manhood. Once Bodo had reached manhood he would engage in combat with other tribes over lands. Many years passed and Bodo left the Tribe and climbed upon a small wooden boat and left his lands to find more in life, where he happened across the Warband and wished to join other Uruks like him.