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Various Heralds stand about the more populated and crowded areas of Kaldonia, each bringing the word of Tormo, the newly decreed ‘Master of the Hunt’ “Hear thy, hear thy! Gather ‘round, gather ‘round! It has been declared by his Imperial Highness Prince Robert of House Chivay, God bless their name, that a grand hunt will take place within the next two saint days, with the winnings to be consumed and enjoyed at the ball to folllow! A reward of five hundred minas will be rewarded to whoever slays the fabled “White Stag” that roams the hunting forests, as well as anything else our good Prince chooses to bestow upon the victor. Any and all men with the status of knighthood are welcome to attend with open arms, and may bring one page or squire if they so will it. Special invitations are also extended to the following; -His grace, the Archduke Edward Winter -His grace, the Duke Jon Othaman -His grace, the Duke Boris Carrion -The Rt Honourable, Count Oliver Blackwell -The Rt Honourable, Count Farley Stafyr -The Rt Honourable, Count Huron Silverblade -The Rt Honourable, Count William Horen -The Rt Honourable, Count Leonidas Bedevere -His lordship, the Baron Damien Basileus -His lordship, the Baron James Amador -His lordship, the Baron Adarin Colin -His lordship, the Baron James Frost -His lordship, the Baron Corbett VanCleef -Merit Pascal -The August Marcel de Bretagne -The August Donaetien Brunswick -Temp Thersist -The Imperial Marshal Vibius de Sola -Grand Commander Jack Rovin -Holy Ser Rozencratz -Holy Ser Rymeul Elendil -Holy Ser Ragkei Kato -Grand Kataphros Marcellus Basileus Ave Chivay, Ave Oren, may the Empire grow strong!”

Passed my mind

Personally, great I'd say. I wasn't around during Aegis or anything like that, so I wouldn't really know whether the server was in a better or worse state back then. I currently play two characters. Tormo, a Southeron who serves as a bodyguard to one of the Oren royals and Atticus, a half-breed Human-Wood Elf who's been sent off as a ward to Count Blackwell. I haven't RPed with you all to often, so no, sadly none. You look pretty professional from what I've seen, so all I can say is keep it up.

Well, ummm yeah... A tad late, but I've been on the server for a year now since the 8th of April. I'd all assume you know how these work? Ask away :P

Sure, though I'm headed off to school right this moment. I'll have the app up when I get home

I might be interested in playing Tycho, can I have a spot reserved for him?

just shuttup and die already then jeez

Tormo grins, eyes scanning over the parchment. He taps his chin, nodding to himself slightly. "I never liked the church anyway..." he mutters to himself, looking about. He rips off one of the notices, pocketing it for reference.

8/10 that scene literally made johnny depp for me

"If they create an army, then Oren's fucked" remarks Tormo along with a hearty chuckle.

Accepted. Go ahead.

The coronation of King Torrhen was to be held within the next week, and Wintefell was looking as lively and lavish as ever. Banner of House Stark hung proudly from the city walls, alongside the other Northen sigils. The sun of Karstark, the merman of Manderly... even the flayed man of Bolton, a symbol of both fear and respect in the North, hung proudly upon the citadel. ​King Torrhen himself was there to welcome Lord Karstark and later, Lord Manderly. He approached the both of them with a smile on the young kings face, greeting them both with kind words, offering them and their escorts the hospitality of Winterfell afterwards. Soon after, the Kings advisors, council and other nobles were summoned to the keep, as Torrhen had called for a court. Northmen and strangers to the harsh, winter lands had travelled to Winterfell alike, each bringing words from Lords and Kings from afar. First to come forth are the envoys sent from the Stormlands and Vale, each speaking their piece. A light smile creeps across Torrhens face, as he sends the envoys back, one to tell King Argilac that his bastard half-brother Brandon was still in need of a wife, whilst the other to tell the boy King of the Vale and his mother that King Stark himself would be interested in marrying Lady Arryn, so long as she could still bare children. Next is a courier, bring word from the Kings cousin Darius, Lord Commander of the Nights Watch. Torrhen eyes the letter studiously, before giving a curt nod to the deliverer. Sending him on his way along with the loan requested. With nobody else coming forth, the court is dismissed, where daily work and duties of the smallfolk and Stark soldiers resume (( Think I answered everyone there, if I left anyone out please say ))

loooooooooooooool

"They're all Japanese so it could be hentai but I'm not sure" random man says

Accepted, Manderly would be about 500 men strong with 25 ships I'd say, though this can be altered and adjusted if you so wish.

Accepted, you'd probably start off with about 600 men or thereabouts, perhaps a bit more. Money wise, I'd say about 700-800 gold