Proddy

Eddard strokes his chin, considering the name.

Reserved

The Wodefort Family House Theme: House Members- Alive Eddard Wodefort (Xtreme_Prodigy)- Second son and child of Rickard Wodefort and Maya Flint, Fifth and current head of the family and a descendant of the line of Beron I. Important Deceased Members Torrhen Wodefort (NPC)- First known Wodefort and first head of the family. Beron Wodefort (NPC)- First child and eldest son of Torrhen, second head of the family and founder of the line of Beron I. Willam Wodefort (NPC)- Second child and middle son of Torrhen and founder of the line of Willam I. Artos Wodefort (NPC)- Third child and youngest son of Torrhen, founder of the line of Artos I. Edwyle Wodefort (NPC)- First child and eldest son of Beron and third head of the family Rickard Wodefort (NPC)- Only child and son of Edwyle and fourth head of the family Brandon II. Wodefort (NPC)- Eldest son and child of Rickard Wodefort and Maya Flint and the orginal heir to the seat of family head. (( More to be added soon, stay tuned. This is a massive W.I.P ))

Alright, so... I'm Xtreme_Prodigy, but most of you may me know as the "naughty sodomite Flay imposter Elf". Now, I do want to clear a few things up on this topic, as way to much **** has been spewed my way about this, and it's even got to the point were I've already been threatened with a BR (Though I fail to see what I've ultimately done wrong) First off, the Dreadfort. All I can really say to the Rutherns is get more active. I've been in there at least 30 times now, and each time it's been completely devoid of other people. That's why I tried to claim it. A bit of a mistake on my part, but try and get on more and **** like this won't happen.. Second off, Darius. Yes, he is in the Flay bloodline. Yes, he is Gladius's son. I couldn't care less which former Flays are arguing about this, you're all either banned or left Flay completely so your arguement's invalid. And don't give me that bullshit about it not making sense timeframe wise. A lot of things don't make sense on this server, we're on a fantasy role-play server not a ******* real-life simulator. I think that's really all I wanted to get off my chest, but I will say this. All I wanted to do as Darius was bring fun and decent villain-RP, and actually try and stop the Flays being always perceived as troll and item-hugry PvPers. But, nope. Once again, the playerbase has to act immature and trolly just for the sake of it. Oh, and by the way Darius is now either dead or missing. I'm to pissed off right now to even bother writing up a official PK post, I might do it later on.

(( Darius is, but you aren't a blood relative either Gronkk. Please stop with the OOC now everyone, Thank you ))

(( Mine is, Socks allowed it ))

Darius grunts, shouting aloud "Saint Augustus! Saint of change, power and domination!"

(( youlovesocks, the current leader of the Flays ))

(( Gladius Flay )) Darius strokes his chin, reading over the letter. He shrugs, drafting a reply. "To the House/Family of de Rosean, I understand your concerns, however, they are my family none-the-less. Much blood has been spilt over the years with my own House being at the forefront, and sparking a civil between us would just prove to be chastrophic. As for the Flays' plans for Herendul, I would be willing to assist driving them out. However, I have yet to be officially announced as a Lord, so we'll talk at a later time about this. With regards, -Darius Blackmont"

Darius stares down at the Goblin blankly, snatching the note from his hands. He begins to read over it, slowly beginning to chuckle. He rips the note in half, handing it back to the Goblin and instructing him to return it to the sender.

Darius sighs as he sits alone at a desk in the manor given to him by his newly sought adviser Sonn. "This place could do with some fixing up..." he mutters to himself, dabbing his inkwell into a small pot of in. He begins to draft up a letter, later sending them to all those who bare the Flay name as well as all their supporters. "To House Flay and all it's supporters, I don't even know what I'm writing to you, considering that one of your men supposedly murdered me in cold blood the other day. Aye, me. Your own kin. I feel ashamed to call a bunch of marauding bandits my family. How low we have stooped from royalty to petty highwaymen. None-the-less, you are still my family and most of you have been good to me over these past two years. So I write with a kind offer. To those who bare the Flay name, give up your criminal ways and return to Renatus. Bend your knee to the young King Carrion as I have, and store away the bandannas. Do this, and you shall be permitted to continue your existence as Nobles of the Kingdom. If you do not, however, I'll have you all flayed alive, family or not. To those who support the Flays in their "endeavours", come to the Dreadfort and pledge your allegiance to myself. Those who served before our unfortunate exile will be reinstated with all former ranks and uniform, as well as given a room in the keep, weapons and armour and food. Those who do not do thsi and continue their bandit ways will also be fair game. I give you all 2 Elven Days to make your decision, silence is seen as refusal. I urge you to think carefully about this. With regards, -Darius Blackmont, the soon-to-be Lord of the Dreadfort and Patriarch of House Blackmont. *Stamped below is the official seal of House Blackmont*

Darius Flay sits around a fire with the rest of his Flay brethren, fiddling around with a small knife in his hands. He sighs, a breeze hitting his skin. He grunts. "Feckin' cold..." he mutters loudly. (( I'll officially join you guys in-game up in the North soon ))

(( Double post, please ignore ))

*Dathos smiles, reading over both of the notes. He later dispatches a bird to the both of them* Arm'diac, I thank you for the offer, however what you request of me in return seems very far fetched. Should I come across the things you require, I shall no doubt have them brought to you so that we may indeed perform the ritual together one day. With regards, -Dathos Saravin Lelien Aeleyassa, I write with my upmost gratitude and thanks for your offer. I would like to meet in person so I may acquire this tome, but I would prefer to meet outside of Haelun'nor as I'm unsure whether or not the High Elves would tolerate the presence of a Mali'ker within their city. -Dathos Saravin

*Dathos returns to one of the areas he had placed a note earlier on, narrowing his eyes as he notices the note has been changed. He looks down towards his feet, sighing quietly as he notices the ash remains of the original note. He quickly writes up another note, posting it below the above written by Toby. It reads the following* In regards to whoever removed my note and wrote the above, I'd first off like to apologise for trying to pursue my own personal aspirations. However, I urge you to calm down, as stress is bad for the heart, soul and mind. I'm worried that not even a batch of Cactus Green could relieve you of your troubles. Secondly, your second statement makes little sense to me. Seeing as there are guilds dedicated to magic openly seeking anyone who would wish to join their ranks. However, if I am wrong on this feel free to correct me. Should you come across this note, I wish you the best despite your rudeness of tearing down my note earlier and setting at ablaze. -Dathos Saravin *Another note is then put in place to replace the one that was burnt*

*In all areas of Anthos excluding the Orcish domains, fliers hang from the various noticeboards, walls and trees scattered around the various nations and wild lands. They all say the same, regardless of location* Greetings, fellow reader. I, Dathos Saravin am in search of one adept in the Arcane arts to tutor me in what they know. Ever since I was a younger man, I have always wished to study and train in the art of Magic, and I feel that now is a good of a time as ever to begin pursuing these goals. I primarily wish to focus on learning Evocation or Illusion magic. Those who would be willing to take me on may contact me via bird or any other means they see fit. Many thanks and gratitude for taking the time to read this and perhaps consider my offer. -Dathos Saravin

The note is later ripped down, re-revealing the one behind it.

In the grand city of New Abresi, a head hangs from one of the many noticeboards around the town. Anyone who would know him would recognise him as none-other than Jack Spade, a look of horror and fear frozen onto his face, blood oozing from below his neck where he was severed from the body. Next to the swaying head is a note, pinned to the noticeboard. It reads the following; "Beware, beware of the highwayman His blade is sharp and his wit sharper But if you do stumble upon him, by mere bad luck or misfortune Do as he says, or share this mans' grizzly fate by his hand"

Lancel strokes his chin, wondering if he could just say it's his and get a free Horse out of it. He quickly pulls out and small piece of paper and an inkwell, jotting some words down onto it before pinning it up below the original "It's mine, return it as soon as possible" -L.V

Lancel looks at the poster, grinning as he strokes his chin. "Eh... I recognise the face..." he says to himself, his smirk growing wider when he remembers she's the one who cussed him out that time he accidentally shot David. "***** had what was coming to her" he says to himself, turning to head off.

*A application letter is sent in. It appears to be in script handwriting* IC What is your name?: Alexander Chevailer (last name pronounced shev-ale-er). Do you have any previous military/combat experience?: Nay, I haven't. Why should we recruit you?: Because I can fight... I've been fighting my whole life. For food and my own health. We common folk have to... What is your preferred weapon?: Anything that kills. Do you currently own a home in Abresi?: Nay, I don't. Are you aware of the laws of Abresi?: Aye, I am. (http://www.lordofthe...l=+royal +edict) OOC Minecraft Name: Xtreme_Prodigy How long have you been on the server for?: About 6 months now. Do you have access to TS and/or Skype?: I have Skype, but not TS sadly 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, at the average about 3 hours. Weekends, 6-7 hours. Have you been banned before, if so, why: I was forum banned once for spamming, but I'm not sure whether that applies in-game.

Oh, and she's a ***** so I was thinking she kind of had to be like that I've seen things like this done before, but meh

Hey all. I'm currently looking for someone to play my characters wife, Rosatella. She's currently pregnant with Ford Stafyrs' child (going to be a girl) and arrangements are being made for the two to marry. She was originally an NPC character for Ford to have a bastard with, but I decided to start playing her myself. As time has progressed and the two have developed, they're going to wed eachother and raise a child together and I feel it won't work if I play both of the parents. She's currently 22 years old, and I already have a skin and backstory for her but if you can find a better skin you can use that and alterations can be made to the backstory. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, a curvy body shape and busty. If you're interested in playing her, shoot me a PM or leave a reply below.

The boy sits alone in Abresi, surveying the crowd, twiddling with a small knife in his hand. Many people who pass him eye him suspiciously, mothers pulling their children in closer to them. "Beware of the Urchins" they tell them. "Some of them are savages, will do anything for coin and food". The boy only returns the glare, his pale, eerie eyes following them as they walk. With each step, his wet-lipped grin growing wider. The boy leans back against the wall, staring down at the blade. His mind begins to wander... All his life, the boy didn't know. Know of his true heritage. Who he really descends from. He had grew up as a peasant, living in the Abresi slums. Stepping through the sewer-waste every time he walked out his front door, begging for scraps to survive, being frowned down upon by the high lords and ladies as they passed him by in the streets. He had lived a lowborns life. But then, he was told... Perhaps it was an accident on his mothers' part. Perhaps she wanted him to know. Who his true father was, the reason for his wild and unrul nature. Either way, he'll never find out. As soon as he discovered the truth, he was thrown out onto the streets. No home. Nowhere to go. It was only recently that the youth had heard about the standoff in Herendul between the Flays and Winters. He grins, pocketing his knife. Why most baseborns would be happy with their lot in life, this particular boy had other plans. Ambitions. The boy slowly stands, using the wall behind him for support. He heads off, shoving his way through the vast Abresi crowds. He makes his way out the gate, not even daring to look back to his former home. And so, the story of Darry, going under the alias Darius Flay begins. He heads out to look for the rest of his family, planning to reveal his true heritage as Gladius Flay's bastard son. (( Basically, just a short introduction to my new character Darius "Darry" Flay. I hope to bring some good villain and torture RP around with this character. ))