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"Fook the raev *****." Says Jakob

Jakob observes the application. Sending a bird to ask a few more questions. ((Adding you on skype))

post comming soon INVESTMENT MARKET UPDATED EACH DAY - CHECK BACK CURRENT COMPANIES YOU CAN INVEST IN KELLIAN GOODS COURLAND GOODS SEVEN SUNS TRADING & CO *MORE TO BE ADDED* INVESTMENT MARKET CLOSES AT 9 PM EST EACH SAINT'S DAY. TODAY (5/12//16 ) ‘S MARKET CLOSE COURLAND GOODS - Price Per Share: 120 minas KELLIAN GOODS - Price Per Share: 100 minas SEVEN SUNS TRADING & CO - Price Per Share: 80 minas

Seven Suns Trading & Co EST. 21st of Malin's Welcome, 1559 Intro Established on this day, Jakob Sun hereby declares the official start to Seven Suns Trading & co., an innovative company dealing in real estate and investment options. Sections I - Property Sales II - Investments III - Hiring a broker IV - Investors Insurance Options V - Job Applications VI - Current Staff Members Section I - Property Sales Property Sales have yet to begin. The Seven Suns Trading & Co staff wish to find places to sell real estate. Send a bird to Jakob Sun if interested. Section II - Investments Seven Suns Trading & co is unique and innovative due to its investment options. If a company owner wishes to be on the investment market, they may contact Jakob Sun or a verified staff member. Investments will work by the investor purchasing a number of share(s) from a company. As the company grows and the demands for shares of the company grows, the investor will be able to sell it for more. For one to invest, they must go to the de SST&C headquarters. There will be a trade fee of 5% of the investment. All investments are held by Jakob Sun, the founder of SST&C and will be kept safe. Section III - Hiring a Broker SST&C offers the option of hiring a broker if one needs help with deciding what companies to invest in. Brokers can be a big help on deciding what companies are wise in investing in for your ideas. Every broker goes through rigorous training and is required to score an 85% or higher on a test given by the company to test one’s skill. Section IV - Investors Insurance Options SST&C also offers investors insurance if an unforeseen circumstance occurred to a company, such as robbery, being charged for fraud, theft, and other crimes, of the likes. Insurance only applies on investments of 3000 minas or higher and are only valid if the investor purchased insurance before said unforeseen circumstance occurred. Investors insurance costs an additional fee of 10% of the initial investment. Section V - Job Applications SST&C is currently looking to expand into other fields of work such as selling arms and armour, along with other items. If you specialize in one of these areas or could be useful as a broker, fill out the according application. Applicant Requirements for being a broker: The Applicant must be over the age of 20 The Applicant must know his numbers and letters extremely well The Applicant must have a good knowledge of mathematics The Applicant must be a race of the empire (Human/Elf) The Applicant must be of the Canonist Faith The Applicant must follow the laws of the Holy Orenian Empire Application for a broker: ((IC)) Name: Age: Race: Applicant meets all requirements(Yes/No): Any questions/concerns?: Are you a part of any other groups/organizations?(Militaries, etc.): Give a brief description of your personality(3-4 sentences): Anything else?: ((OOC)) Skype: Age: Willing to download teamspeak?: Do you have any background knowledge on the stock market?: Are you willing to sign a PK clause provided there is sufficient RP?(To protect clients against brokers who try to steal from the company and such): Applicant Requirements for being a laborer: The applicant must be over the age of 15 The Applicant must excel or have near mastery in one or more skill areas The Applicant must follow the laws of the Holy Orenian Empire Application for a laborer: ((IC)) Name: Age: Race: Applicant meets all requirements(Yes/No): Any questions/concerns?: Are you part of any other groups/organizations?(Militaries, etc.): Anything else?: ((OOC)) Skype: Age: Willing to donwload teamspeak?: Section IV - Current Staff Members Founder - Jakob Sun Accountants - Brokers - Laborers - Signed, Jakob Sun

Thanks for the art! It's really good! What do you use to make your art?

Weapon Type: (Sword, Axe, Spear, Lance, Dagger, etc.): Bastard Sword Blade features: (Curves and or teeth on the blade): No teeth or curves or anything Guard, Pommel and Grip features: (Shapes, edges, etc.): The pommel is round and has 'CDR' engraved in it. The grip is long and fairly normal. It has a yellow part made of fabric to make gipping easier. It's connected to the tang with a gold circle and the guard is silver with gold designs. Colour Scheme: (Colour of all parts) Silver blade, Silver guard, Gold designs on guard, gold handle, gold grip on handle, bronze-ish pommel. https://gyazo.com/93bf87f065feb4774e04b80a5c964471 heres a reference picture!

are you a dad if not you are forbidden from using that joke.

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Jakob frowns. "Why did he talk about fight club?" Sighing

[!] Many Propaganda Posters can be found hung around Oren, mainly in Courland. [!]

Jakob says yes

Application: Name: Jakob Race: Human Reason for joining: To serve Courland (OOC) Skype: u have it Do you use TS?: yes

The late Ser Caspar would join Halmund in the head shaking.

Application Name: Artemius Rey Age: 20 Birthplace: Felsen Criminal Record: N/a [Mc Name]: KusherZombie [skype (can send privately)]: madelineabio

o-ok

Caspar smiles as he joins Percival!

wowza

====================================================================== 12th of The Grand Harvest, 1552 Ser Caspar ‘The White’ de Ruyter 1510-1552 It was a busy day in the Riga palace. There was a feast being held by the duke of Courland with plenty of people. Ser Caspar ‘The White’ was in the feast hall, with a constant thought lingering in his mind. “Kill the ‘duke.’”. Upon entering the feast hall, he stood right behind the Duke in a typical guarding fashion. He stood right next to the Duke’s personal bodyguard, but little did everyone know, he held a dagger sharper than any blade around his clasped hands. As if on queue, as the duke began to sip his cup for a toast, Caspar launched forwards to the Duke’s throat attempting to slice it open. He was immediately charged at by Phylip- the Duke’s bodyguard. Everything was a blur for the middle aged knight and before he could blink he was sitting in Riga square as Adrian Rothesay sentences him to death. “He is no common bandit. He is a knight and he shall be treated as such.” Richard Staunton walked into the crowd asking Caspar why he would try to kill his son. “It had to be done.” Caspar would respond, a small pang of guilt entering his gut. The crowd attempted to lynch Caspar more than once, but Adrian wanted him alive. Caspar was unbound and followed Adrian to the execution stand. To Caspar’s surprise, who he has called his best friend for the past 30 years of his life, Richard Staunton asked to do his execution. Caspar said he could, considering it a final goodbye in a way. There was a short prayer for him to reach the seven skies. Cas knew what was coming next. Richard gripped a fine blade as Adrian asked if he had any final words to say before God. Caspar paused for a moment knowing these words would be what he would be remembered by. He spoke and the crowd went silent for a brief moment. “Het is voorbij” “It is finished.” Richard walked over to Caspar, whispering his final farewells to him. “It’s been a long run, Caspar, and I’m sorry that it has to end this way.” “Are you ready?” “As ready as anyone can be for their impending doom.” And at that, Caspar kneeled over, a faint smile left on both of the men’s face. Caspar nodded like the bow to the end of a play and Richard, although hesitant at first, swung the blade down, cleanly removing the head of his old friend. Even the duke lowered his head respectfully. Caspar’s last thoughts were full of Solan and the long days he spent helping Richard create the Eagle’s Vigil and helping Percival rise to power during the dukes war. He died with a smile on his face. Rest In Peace Ser Caspar ‘The White’ de Ruyter 1510-1552 ====================================================================== “They say you die twice. Once when your heart stops beating, and again when your name is spoken for the last time. I’m hoping neither of those are for a long, long, while.” - Ser Caspar ‘The White’ de Ruyter

luring them in like saying "Hey come over here" or appearing non threatening or something like that.

The news reaches Caspar's ears while he is hidden deep in the woods. He shakes his head. "I'll never return."

11th of the Amber Cold, 1547 Caspar stands on the shore of an unnamed island far from Courland. He is clueless of the current events of war and for once, finds a sense of peace. He knew he must return from his voyage one day, if not for him, for his family, but to be honest, he didn’t want to leave. There was something comforting of nobody knowing where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. He could do anything he wanted. It would sound crazy to any other person he was sure of it, but there was just something comforting about it. Seasons on the island seem near non-existent except for rain and not rain. He wore a simple white linen shirt and some khaki shorts. The constant waves crashing against the shore seemed to calm him more than anything he has ever done ...except he pushed the thought away almost quicker than it arrived, shaking his head lightly, though the thoughts only seemed to push him down father in the train of deep thought… He wasn't quite sure where he was to be honest. He was en route to a foreign island for trade but his boat floated by the most beautiful island he had ever seen and before he knew it his hands were subconsciously steering him there. It had been around 4 years since he washed up along the shore of the island, but time seemed to fly by faster than he could count. The only way he knew how long he had been there was by scratching a small mark in to a tree. 2,160 scratches, to be precise. He began to think of his past things. Except… The word kept ringing around his head as he thought of the… the thing that he couldn’t speak to anyone about. It had been… He counted the years on his fingers as his eyes widened as he realized it had been well over 10 years since he had seen him. He pulled a small leatherbound book out of his pouch that he dare not show anyone… He flipped through the pages, reading a few excerpts of likely the best and worst days of his life. “They seemed to read my mind. “Not even as you grow older? You will still continue politics?” I nodded again. “Once you’re older you cannot fight… You will lose that thrill of fighting. You will be stuck behind piles of paper and debates with others.” They said.” Caspar felt the worst pang of guilt as he read that excerpt as his eyes flickered to the next page. “I love you, never forget that” That's all it took for tears to fall down his face, imaging him in the other person’s perspective. All he could manage to get out was “I… I’m sorry.”... He flipped the page to read more, feeling like a terrible person. He spent the whole night reading through his old journal, and by the end began to think the worst thoughts… What if I just ended it all. Right now… I could easily drown myself. Or set myself on fire. Or slice my wrists. It would leave the world better… I wouldn’t have this guilt… It might be the best way to apologise. It didn’t take long for him to stand on the shore contemplating inflicting death on himself. He knew it was a dishonorable way to end his life, but what do the others care? It’s not like they will seek him out to the ends of the earth. He could just be dead. And maybe that would be the best way for him to be. He had done too much damage to this world and maybe he should stop himself from doing any more. He was too much of a… a ‘wuss’ in the words of his old lover… to do it. Instead, he looked to his ship. His eyes felt on fire as tears streamed down his face. It was the dark of night. Maybe I should just go home... Perhaps I’ve cleared my head too much. But when I am home I promise I will be a very changed man. No more lies. I’m done with the lies. I will find him again. I will apologise for being an awful person. And I will move on. I am a changed man now. And at that, he set sail in the darkness of night with not but a compass, a few bananas and other fruits he had grown on the island and a few canteens of water from a spring he had found and he set forth to home… Wherever that was. He wasn’t quite sure how to define it these days. It was awfully late when he arrived, it was either the late hours of the night or the early hours of the morning. He moved differently, smelled differently, and if you squinted hard enough, you could tell he looked differently. His face showed very slight signs of age and his usual smile was replaced by a dull expression. He spoke much differently than he use too. What he saw on the island was enough to ruin a man for life. He had ruined a person. He walked with a quiet step yet there was something less pompous about the way he walked. When he stepped on the port, he immediately shivered. He was more cold than he had ever been, but didn’t focus on it. He had bigger things to worry about right now. He bought a warmer change of clothes from a merchant and changed into them. He lurked to Courland to get his stuff together. Tomorrow he would leave to apologise. He would tell no one he was home.

As Ser Caspar de Ruyter hears of the news, he utters a prayer for the fallen emperor. ~~~ As he is writing to his son of this and the death of Richard Halmund, He remembers something he read in a book quite a while ago. "Only one thing is certain in life." "What's that papa?" "Death." ~~~ Creator bless the Emperor.

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