Kralek

((Umm, it might've died just a little. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/106546-death-of-a-nation/))

8 With a side of cool whip

Rydel wonders when the fawk they'll finish this crap.

Baron Rydel Elendil relaxes in High Oak and parties hard with Timmithy.

AT material fo sho

Ser Walter Stafyr slays the two heretical clothes wearing women, before speaking

"Silly heretic women. They think they have equal rights and say."

Kraltar will make ready for klomp

Rydel Elendil makes glorious signature of the paper, ensuring that his signature is bigger than all of the others.

[b](OOC)Minecraft Username:[/b] Kralek
[b](IC)Name:[/b] Rydel Orlandir 'The Bastard' Elendil

Faiz wonders how all these new Elendil's are coming about without any women to birth them. 

Rydel would tell faiz that these Elendils have existed longer than rydel has oocly.

Invitations are sent out through Oren and all of Anthos to houses and leaders alike and 

posters are place up everywhere

"You are all invited to The Feast of the Undumbing of Timmithy Elendil. A truly remarkable thing.

It will be in the next elven day and all are invited. It will be in High Oak of Oren"

OOC:

When: February 12, 2014 at 5 PM Est

Where: High Oak, (west of Kaedrin, east of lenfarthing)

Rydel is happy

Thank the Lord Jesus Christ Almighty

Rydel begins digging a hole in the ground so he can sit in it and win the battle.

Rydel is happy that he didn't attend the human/dwarf whining convention.

Out-of-Character
Minecraft username: Kralek
Do you have Skype?: Kralek5
In-Character
Full name: Walter Stafyr
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Human
Do you live in Abresi?: No

((Should really move this to human roleplay forums. Also, gonna be fun being a guard again.))

 

• Leaders of Holds will be named Jarls and will manage themselves independently

 

Rydel stands up, speaking to the group

"Yeh dunnae know w'ot Adunian proide is. I' dunnae loies in teh land o' teh wealth, i' loies in teh 'eart. Teh spiri' o' teh person. I' beh toime teh le' our conquest fo' poweh an' sovereignteh teh en' fer teh toime. Le' our people foind new 'omes fer t'emselves. W'etheh i' beh Oren, uruguan, o' Malinor. Le' us rekindle our Adunian spiri', nay our lust fer poweh. Our toime will come again one day, bu' todeh nay beh i'.

((ooc translation: You do not know what Adunia pride is. It does not lie in the land or the wealth, it lies in the heart. The spirit of the person. It is time to let our conquest for power and sovereignty to end for the time. Let our people find new homes for themselves. Whether it be Oren Uruguan, Or Malinor. Let us rekindle our Adunian spirit, not our lust for power. Our time will come again one day, but today is not it.))

A peasant shouts out.

 

"Who on earth would name their child airwalk?!"

Another peasant answers the other

"somebodeh w'o realleh loikes teh name o' teh sound o' shoes."

Rydel puts on Arnorian's clothes that he took when he found him dead on the road one time and begins his journey with Rymeul to the meeting

((I just think Radahan should actually know things before ranting on about it. He clearly has no knowledge of any oren matters and if he is going to offend people without that knowledge, I highly advise against it.))

((I find it very offensive that you call my character retarded. His name is not 'bob' and in no way shape or form is he retarded. He may have a very bad accent, but that is all.))

((Haha, last time I checked it was Lachlan who bred both Rymeul and I, so you are only making fun of your 'pureblood' Adunians))

Kraltar drools unwittingly at the decision.

Rydel nods as he finishes reading the pamphlet

"King 'einrik, ah glorious man indeed."

((Really nice writing knox, really impressed with it))