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Aeyrius leans back, resting his legs upon each other as he reads through the application, in which afterwards, he would stand up and wander through the busy Luminaire square, up behind the pond and into the Aviary, extending the most exposed part of the Application itself, so the bird can track the sent, which takes the letter, flying off to said sender, the note attached reads: "Applicant, welcome to the UMHG as a Trial Member, you'll be put into the 3 Month (3 Elven Day) long course to be promoted into a Slayer, if you do as you're told and are active for those 3 Elven Days, you'll be promoted as said before. Your first task is to contact three people, and gather them in Luminaire, I will select an unclaimed Large Home, which will house some of the Oussana as well, but can serve as a place of meeting, in the bridges above the Elven Capitol. The three people you are to contact are as follows; -Catherine (xXBegginBobXx) -Fenair Serax (Volkaineo_12) -Gamil Irongut (spychicken956) -Rathina Oussana (kizumachan) -Wolfe Stryker (ChilledVapes) Good luck."

Aeyrius attaches a note to the sender, the bird gliding through the quiet, star-filled night as it returns to the individual who sent the application, perching on his shoulder and releasing the papers: "I have reviewed your application Irongut, and heard a lot of your family, I will put faith into you as an honorable Dwarf. You'll be ranked directly to Slayer, I do not doubt your capabilities, and at that, -accepted-. You are to meet up with the new applicant, Wolfe Stryker (Chilled Vapes), and join him in seeking out Catherine (xXBegginBobXx) and Fenair Serax (Volkaineo_12). It may not be an easy task, as most of the members are doing their own private ordeals, after the Guild going dormant due to the lack of beastial activity. Gather them together with Wolfe. -Aeyrius Oussana, RG of the UMHG."

*Application* MC Name: tylerthebrain RP Name: Aeyrius Oussana Race: Dark Elf Age: 24 Requested Job: Hunting [Will be done in spare time, since I put most of my time into a volunteer regiment that guards Luminaire.]

[OOC] MC Name: tylerthebrain [OOC] Your Name: Aeyrius Oussana Your Race: Mali'ker (Dark Elf) What Nation Are You Loyal To? Malinor

Aeyrius blinks at the application, skimming it over, and sighing at the vague answers, especially with the place of birth, but he writes on a small piece of parchment and pins it to the original applications, placing it in the aviary, marked with the destination. Wolfe would receive a response, with the following documentation: "Applicant, I have received your application and judged it, you are to get into contact with our fellow members, Catherine, and Fenair in order to assemble your gear. As you may have guessed, you're accepted, welcome to the UMHG." Aeyrius sighs, sending out a letter to Catherine as well: "You've been inactive within the guild for some time, I would like a confirmation you're still with us, if so, send me a reply within an Elven Week." The identical letter is sent to Fenair. ((TL:DR- You're accepted, and if you have skype, let me know so I can add you to the group call.))

Aeyrius looks to the board, speaking quite loud intentionally, "You have Tyras McKay to thank for your lack of military." Tilts his head as he looks to the board once more, thinking deeply as if to write something onto it, but he decides against it, wandering off.

"The UMHG is currently going into a dormant state, due to the lack of monsters, during this time we'll continue picking at construction of our BO, applications are still open, and training will be granted, but there will be a lack of active jobs to do. -Aeyrius Oussana, head of the UMHG.: [[The notice is added in fine ink to the bottom of most obvious posters, although some of the more rural and distant posters are left untouched, or unnoticed]]

Aeyrius leans against the wooden wall of his shop as he listens, picking at his jagged canines at the sides of his mouth, his other arm hanging, he makes no comment, no expression, simply listens, two other Mali'ker stand beside him with shields and blades, they hold stern expressions. I would help, but there is no reward in any way whatsoever... The Oussana are out unless you have something extraordinary to offer, think... Legendary weaponry?"

Aeyrius skims over Tyras McKay, and suddenly realizes why the Military never gets strong, but he shrugs, "Maybe one day." Aeyrius strolls off, running a hand through his crystalline hair.

Alu'ki, a Childhood development of Aeyrius, runs rampant through the island, violent in nature, and obedient through unspoken teachings to listen to Famine as he nimbly moves on all fours, nudging the bodies of the dead that remain, making sure they indeed are, dead, occasionally growling lowly towards a few that twitch in their deaths. "THEY ALL DIED! I THINK THEY ALL DIED! I just don't think it was fair... They were trapped... IT WASN'T A FAIR BATTLE, REVIVE THEM SOMEHOW!

Another note is attached to the senders note, hanging from the board, "I would like to inform you that the Wardens are undergoing the selection of a new Grand Warden, a response to your question will be answered as soon as a new GW is chosen, thank you. -Aeyrius Oussana."

"Accepted! Welcome to the UMHG! -Promoted to Slayer rank-"

Notes are attached to all the posters that are hung at this point: The UMHG has begun to deal with the creature known as a Cave Leech, or a Shark Bat as the first assignment. Aeyrius would look to the sign for several moments, before sighing and walking off.

Aeyrius writes a formal report quietly in the basement of the Oussana residence, having grown from his bad writing, having a more level hand to write eloquently with. Obtaining a Corpse: ((Here is the proof of the Skeleton; A final note is at the bottom: -I will obtain an fresh corpse within the next Five Elven seeds.

Aeyrius bypasses the application sent by Chaus, skimming over it and deeming the individual unworthy, letting another Justicar train them.

Our new permanent Gold supplier has been chosen: Current agreed Gold Cost: 50 Minas. Current Holdings: 108 Ingots in Seller's stock. Paid for Gold: 6/ 300Minas Received Gold: 0. Holder Identity: Starke McHaryn, upon further investigation, part of the Wolvenguard, an apparent group in possession of this Gold.

Aeyrius runs his hand down the back of his white hair, sighing as he comes to a conclusion, "Once we get two more members, I'll have our territory expanded to grant better housing..." Aeyrius would nod to himself, marking the area's around the current territory for future expansion. ((2 more players until we get a larger territory! Sign up, with more land we're bound to be capable of doing more things!))

Name: Roy Orodreth Race & percent of elven blood: High Elf 100% elf Place of birth (city, country, continent): Malinor Age: 29 elf years ==========OOC BIT========== Mc name: B3ast_mod Skype, if you have/want to share: crome_saber Alt or main?: Main Aeyrius grunts, nodding to himself as he keeps the application with him, going to seek out this individual to tell him of his acceptance. (-Snip- after Kaldo beat me to the gun.)

Aeyrius grunts as he looks at the application, folding it and putting it in his pouch, making a mental note to find the person and tell them they're accepted.

Aeyrius looks to the post, leaning forward and looking at it extremely closely, gazing down the text, he would lower himself to be at face level with the line he's at, flicking it, before wandering off.

Do you desire to become Noble? Fight for Glory, and make a name for yourself? Hesitate no more, for by joining the UMHG, you have the opportunity to become the Lower of Laurir Aeyrius Oussana, master of the Hatchet, professional of the Sword, and master of the bow. After completing the training, you'll be granted unique privileges by one of the Princes of Malinor, Khel Oussana. The Requirements for this extra step in hierarchy is: 1. Above 70% of Elven Blood. 2. Worth my commitment. 3. Willing to die to serve. The notice is posted up around Malinor and the surrounding small towns and Enclave outskirts. ((Update to OP: 1. Added Sub-Application to being an Okarir under Laurir: Aeyrius Oussana. ))

Aeyrius crosses his arms, gazing over one of the posters, idle as he skims over the article slowly, tearing the sheet into three segregated strips, leaving large amounts of information out as he stores it, the remaining bits still attached to where they were posted. Aeyrius than moves to a nearby house, sitting down at the table as he looks to the ruined poster, drinking some tea, his amusing trap deployed as he waits.