Proddy

Gerred nods, reading over the reply. He heads off, keeping vigilant for a bird or letter to comes his way.

Gerred reads over the reply, stroking his chin. He posts another note under it "Near enough twenty, Human of Northen heritage"

Throughout all the kingdoms and major cities of Anthos excluding the Orcish ones, a note is stuck to various walls and noticeboards. They all read the same thing, each with the same scruffy, crude handwriting style. "Sellsword for hire. Contact Gerred Tavash for details."

(( Ahaha. If Nephew means the same in Dutch as it means in English, it means your brothers/sisters son. But it's all good though, haha ))

(( ^ Nephew? The family tree says first cousin xD I'll likely begin playing Jon on Thursday, due to the whole 2-day skin migration process. Can't wait to role-play with you lot! ))

Jonathan nods, returning the smile. "I'm not going anywhere, Lady Blackwell" he says, bowing slightly.

Character Name Jonathan Edward Blackwell Nicknames: Sometimes goes by just 'Jon' for short. Age: 14 Gender: Male Race: Mostly Human, though also of Adunian heritage due to Greymane blood. Status: Alive and well. Description Height: Just scraping 5'11. Weight: Body Type: Lean. Eyes: Dark Blue. Hair: Light Brown. Skin: Markings/Tattoos: Health: Personality: Inventory: Further Details: Life Style Alignment*: Neutral Good Deity*: The Creator Religion: The Orenian Faith Alliance/Nation/Home Job/Class: Noble of Oren Title(s): N/A Profession(s): None as of yet. Special Skill(s): Flaw(s): Magic* Current Status: N/A Arch-type: N/A Sub-Type: N/A Rank: N/A Weakness(es): N/A Strength(s): N/A Current Spell(s): N/A Weaponry Fighting Style: Unorthodox Trained Weapon: None (yet to be trained) Favored Weapon: None Archery: Sloppy Biography Parents: Richard Blackwell and Mary Blackwell Siblings: William Blackwell Children: N/A Extended Family: The rest of House Blackwell, as well as distant relations to House Greymane and Stafyr through marriage Pet(s): N/A History TBA Artwork TBA

MC name: Xtreme_Prodigy Skype ((PM me it if you don’t want to post it)): harrison.oleary69 If picking from a preset person, who do you pick: N/A If you are making your own character under the family make a name (Try to make it a traditional British name): Jonathan "Jon" Blackwell How old are they: 14, close to 15 If you have any plans for their career what is it? (Optional): I'd like him to go on to join the Kings Watch or another military of some sort associated with Oren and humans in general. Other than that, I'd let RP dictate what happens to him.

(( To be fair, I didn't really need to give Ford a lengthy, detailed death post either. I haven't kept track of how long I've been inactive on him, but it's definitely been a while lol. I just wanted to as I enjoyed RPing and felt the need to give him closure ))

(( Permaception. Somehow, I felt that gamers PK was more efficient than mine. Short and to the point... ))

Ford sits, staring down at his reflection in the still, calm river. To any who would have known him before his sudden disappearance, he looked a mere shadow of his former self. His hair was long, dirty and dry, falling little below his shoulders. He had grown a thick, bushy beard which covered over his mouth and lips. He was noticeably skinnier than before. Only flesh and bone. Any trace of fat and muscle on him had vanished. His distinctive grey eyes had a sad look to them. A look of loneliness and desperation. He let out a sharp sigh. He had retreated deep into the Anthos wildlands after his daughter's untimely death, leaving no trace of his departure and telling nobody of his plans. At first, it was all going great. He was able to build himself a cosy shack near to the river, and spent his days fishing and hunting. He spent his days in peace. But time passed, and food shortages ran low. He had lost the will and determination to go out and hunt anymore. He had tried returning home, to his family. But the path had became oblivious to him. He truly was alone and lost. Ford stood, giving himself a slight nod of acknowledgement. The time was coming, he knew. His body was growing weaker with every passing moment. He had some goodbyes to make. He slowly hobbled up to his shack, swinging the door open. He sat down at his oak-wood desk, pulling an inkwell and paper from the loose cupboard. He began to write. Excuse my terrible writing. I was born a soldier, not a scribe. But I suppose in my last few hours, I should give it a try, hm? I’d wished to live to see another day, but it seems my time has come. Yes, I am still alive. I can’t say where, or how, but I’m still breathing. For now, at least… Below are some last few words to dear friends and family, I ask that they only be for the eyes of whomever intended. To my father, Alistier Stafyr Father, I’m sorry. Truly, I am. I regret the things I did, Zyphria would have lived if I had done better. The poor girls death was my fault. I’m no better than a kinslayer. I wish we had been able to say goodbye in person. I don’t even know whether or not this letter will reach you. But please, forgive me. I will always love you, -Ford. To my cousin and Lord of House Stafyr, Farley the II. Cousin, I have shamed our house and for that I am sorry. I have sinned and sinned, and it is only now as I write this I realise my fate is sealed. The Creator will not forgive me so easy, I know that. I will not pass into the Seven Skies or the Kingdom of Heaven. But you are my cousin. My flesh and blood. Find it in you to forget the past. May you live long and our House forever prosper, -Ford. To Beron Sturm. Your wisdom has guided me through many parts of life. I never knew your father personally, but I’m sure he’d be proud, bastard or not. Thank you. So long, -Ford. To Godwein II. Stafyr. We never really saw eyes to eye, but you are family nonetheless. Some words of advice: Stop looking for others to blame Take care, -Ford. To Henry Stark. I owe alot to you. If it wasn’t for you, my daughter would have been dead a lot sooner. You were my only true friend, and the memories we share are most certainly fond ones. The whorehouse, the taverns. I’m laughing just remembering it all as I write this. Take care of your wife and daughter. They’ll need you See you on the other side, my old friend -Ford. Ford nods slightly, dispatching birds to deliver the messages. He hobbles over to his bed, closing his eyes. He drifts off, and his soul passes into the afterlife… (( Well, there we go. Fords death post. Sorry it’s a bit mediocre, this is my first PK post. Ford was a blast to play and RP. I’d like to thank 1gamer12 for constructing such a character for me and Emenzi for accepting me into the family ))

(( Oh, wowie. I have a Tarus, de Rosaen AND a Stafyr character. I'm stuck on who to side with :3 )) Ford Stafyr grins, cracking his knuckles. "Bring it, you whoresons" he mutters aloud, gathering the banners and going to tell Galtor the news. Meanwhile, Thomas de Roasaen and Rikkard Tarus nod to each other in agreement.

Minecraft Username: Xtreme_Prodigy Character Name: Ford Stafyr Character Race: Human Preferences: All I really want is him stood up, holding a great sword like this gentleman below Skin file (Optional):

Mhm… thanks also

Hm, yeah. Thanks.

I should probably already know this by know, but bah. The legal age that a person is respected an adult these days is 18, but back in medieval times (which Oren and all that is set) it would have been 16 for males (15 being very, very close to adulthood). For females it was different I believe, but I'm not going to go to much into that. So, my question is. At which age is a Human Male considered an adult? 18, 16 or maybe 15?

Thomas de Rosaen strokes his chin, reading over the letter from his nephew Christopher. He chuckles to himself quietly, pocketing the letter as he goes to find the rest of his family.

Within the peaceful barony of Schattenburg, Ford Stafyr sits leant against the tree, staring out to where his family manor used to be as he wetstones his greatsword. He sighs lightly. He had heard about Kinras' suicide from Henry, and he didn't even know what to think of it. He had only met Kinra a few times and their encounters weren't really pleasant. Even then, he had heard alot of things about her beforehand, none of which did her much justice. He chuckles to himself slightly. When he was young, he lost his mother. His daughter will never know her mother, and know his friends mourning his mothers loss. The irony of it all was almost frightening to him. He goes to stand, using his greatsword for support. He quickly nods to himself in acknowledgement, and perhaps even to Kinra. For Henry's sake, and maybe even for Dani's sake. He'll mourn her... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, somewhere in the afterlife, Mattheus Stafyr frowns. "Another suicider?" he says with a grunt

Thomas de Rosaen, uncle of Christopher, nods in agreement with Martin.

What is your name?: Eddard Wodefort. Do you have any previous military/combat experience?: None, nay. Why should we recruit you?: As I wish to change the local citizens view and perspective on the city guard. Right now, we're taken like a laughing stock and law-breaking thieves and murderers openly ignore our commands. We should be a force to be reckoned with. I wish to assist in making sure of this. What is your preferred weapon?: Bastard sword. Do you currently own a home in Abresi?: Nay. Are you aware of the laws of Abresi?: Yes, I am. (http://www.lordofthe...l=+royal +edict) OOC Minecraft Name: Xtreme_Prodigy How long have you been on the server for?: About 7 months now. Do you have access to TS and/or Skype?: Skype, yes. TS, no. If you have Skype, what is your name? : XtremeProdigy and harrison.oleary69. I have two accounts. (Feel free to PM me) Roughly, how active can you be: Weekdays, about 2-3 hours. Weekends and whenever I'm not at school or tending to my social life, about 6-7 hours Have you been banned before, if so, why: N/A

Rickard Tarus smiles lightly, hearing of his families reassemble. He dispatches a letter to Slade. "To whomever leads the House of Tarus currently, I do not believe we ever got the chance to meet, but I would like to re-join you all wherever you may be now. It's been a rough few years of travelling and loneliness for me, and I'll I've wanted for a long time was to be back with my family, somewhere I belong. Yet it seems that God has granted me this wish now. -Rikkard Tarus, son of Tyron Tarus, former member of the Sons of the Creator and citizen of Oren.