Proddy

*Rikkard sends in a serious vote this time* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your Name: Rikkard Tarus ((MC Name)): Xtreme_Prodigy The candidates: Igor Ireheart ((Lefty_Bojengles)) Dominic Irongut ((Doom6153)) Dizzy Irongrinder ((Dizzy771)) X Place an X next to the one you vote for and send the form directly to the lords council. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your Name: Rikkard Tarus ((MC Name)): Xtreme_Prodigy The candidate Rikkard Tarus ((Xtreme_Prodigy)) X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X Place a load X's next to Rikkard Tarus and send the form directly to the lords council. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Novice Rikkard Tarus grins, as he clicks his knuckles. He glances around, looking for any who may look similar to the criminal.

Add 'Novice Rikkard Tarus' to the Novice list please

Rikkard Tarus catches word of the staff. He nods, preparing a letter to Lark. Few hours later, a letter finds its way into the hands of Lark Steelwall. It says the following: "Dear mister Steelwall; "My current bid on that staff you're auctioning stands at 300 minas" "With regards, Rikkard Tarus of House Tarus" *The Sigil of House Tarus is stamped here*

(( Heheheheh :P but in all honesty, it's fine. Our House isn't even really all that important (All we have is a Viscounty. No seat on the council or anything) ))

(( No Tarus Invites? ))

It is not long before Rikkard Tarus hears word of the wedding, despite the fact that he nor any other members of House Tarus were invited. He cringes, remembering how old the bride is compared to the groom. He clears his throat, trying to hold back a bit of vomit. "That's... well then..." He sighs "I suppose it is strange that we Taruses weren't invited, considering the fact that William just granted us nobility again. Not that I'm desperate to go to a pedophiliac wedding, but..." He then snaps out of his trance, noticing that he's talking to himself. He groans, before heading off.

Rikkard smiles, reading the flier which hangs on a notice board in Abresi. His eyes scan across the paper, before gives a slight nods of approvement to himself and perhaps even to his cousin, Ezekiel. "It has been a while since I've seen them all... perhaps it be for the best" He then turns on his heel, heading out of Abresi and to the Viscounty.

Night has fallen upon the lands of Anthos, and the moon gleams brightly. Rain falls heavily, and the wind rolls wildly as the creatures of the night begin to emerge from their slumber, devouring the lives of those unfortunate enough to fall prey to these terrible, hideous creatures. A white haired, red eyed Human male who looked about sixteen scurried through the forests of the Wildlands. A exhausted, fear-struck look on his face as he ran, his hair and ragged attire soaked with rain water. "Ye can't run fureveh, boy!" The voices echoed from behind him as he continue to ran, a small, blood tainted serrated dagger in his hand. His pursuers still gave chase, their weapons raised up high, their armour clattering with every step. The boy eventually stopped after what seemed like an eternity, grasping his knees as he hunched over. Rasping for air, he looked over his shoulder. They're gone.. at last... I'm- His thoughts were cut short as one of the men jumped out the bushes, his bastard sword raised in the air as his leather armour waved in the wind. "I'll feckin' kill ye, ye lil' shite!" But before he could strike, the boy straightened himself, quickly throwing the dagger towards his attacker. The dagger penetrated the mans throat, as he coughed for air, blood sputtering from his windpipe. He fell to the ground, grasping his throat before eventually succumbing to his injury... The sun rised as the inhabitants of Anthos awaken once more. Citizens of Oren, Savoie, Salvus, Urguan, Malinor and Krugmar alike head out to do their daily business. The pale boy smiled as he sat on the bank, staring up at the sky as he spun the dagger around in his hand, the blood of his last victim still visible on the small blades hilt. He was free. Free at last. Free to pursue his own goals, his own destiny. Perhaps his father was still alive? Who knew... Tor the Pale, son of Corvo the Pale, has returned at last. (( Basically, this post marks the return of Tor, one of my other characters who I've been inactive on for quite a while now. Since I'm unsure of how much time has passed since I last played him, I'll rebegin playing him at the age of 16. I should be on the server RPing him once I can get hold of a suitable skin and get some VAs accepted for him ))

I think a new thread is in order, as a few of the Stafyrs mentioned here are dead now and Emenzi's quit, making it impossible for the thread to be kept up to date.

Somewhere and somehow, Thondorin Bronzekraig feels an... odd feeling. As if someones fallen, and they can't get up... He shrugs it off "Probableh just meh imagination'"

(( I wanna be your kubbeh ))

(( I second that. Music choice was perfect, also. R.I.P Arthal. You were a fun character to RP with ))