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William Larse reads the poster and sniffs. "If'n the lad is sellin' his sword, he should look fer the Riders o' te Mark."

William Larse grins ferally. "Aye Lorraine, ye should 'ave hired te Riders o' te' Mark when ye were offered our contract. Now ye git buggered by us AN' te fecks in Dunamis, too!" He cackles, striding away to the victory celebrations in Fort Mark.

"I'll show ye the difference between gents an' ladies," William Larse says. He grabs his crotch rudely and cackles to himself, strolling away...

"William Larse, rank Veteran enchanter, is looking for a tutor in the enchanting arts. Tutoring includes skill raising and glyph teaching. Payment may be negotiated in person."

Minecraft Name: mag1ster_ Age: 19 OOC Information: Been RPing since I was twelve, in and out of forums and MCrp. I'm very experienced and extremely confident in my writing skills, and am simply looking to have fun RPing in a larger group. Do you have discord and teamspeak?: Yes to both Character Name: William Larse Race: Heartlander Profession: Blacksmith Is this character your primary character?: Yes Past PvP/Military Experience: I was part of the teutonic order waaay back in 2013/14 on this site, as well as a couple other military guards. Largest battle I ever participated in was the siege against the Blackmonts, which was quite some time ago admittedly; I've been on a hiatus.

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Maven Dominion The Maven Dominion had originally been founded by Christofer Mave, almost forty years ago. He had originally come to power in the ruins of Toulouse after taking control one of the minor factions there. The story goes that he somehow bested two of the largest factions in the city through a clever ambush, after which he had nearly uncontested reign of the entire area. Christofer formed the Maven Dominion soon after and named Toulouse his capital. Eventually, his influence spread into the nearby ruined cities of Barcelona and Marseilles. Christofer died a few years later, leaving the entirety of the Dominion to his son, Samuel Mave, who still was in charge today. Toulouse, Barcelona, and Marseilles were all affected from the Last War, though they had not been targeted. Much of the cities remained intact, with overgrowth slowly reclaiming the former marks of civilization over the decades. Samuel Mave in particular wanted to return the cities to their former glory. One-hundred-twenty thousand of the nearly five-hundred thousand citizens of the Dominion were pressed into some form of military service under his rule, the majority of them organized into parties for a massive scavenging effort of the outlying areas. Military-grade weapon caches from nations of old were found, former museums and police stations were ransacked, and anything of use was taken back to the cities. As such, many troops carried old Lee-Enfields and Lebels. The most elite troops carried the few automatic weapons in the Dominion's possession; G3A3 and FAMAS rifles, with a select few wielding G36E rifles. However, the majority of the forces used some sort of spear or short-sword, as ammunition was scarce. The once-bustling ports of Marseilles and Barcelona had been more-or-less repaired, with rusted, but still functioning, antique ships organized into a motley navy. The Dominion even possessed an old Aircraft Carrier, though it lacked a propeller and any form of aircraft besides three Helicopters. The majority of citizens in the Dominion not involved in the military worked in the major reconstruction efforts going on in all three cities, especially Barcelona and Toulouse. The crumbling skyscrapers in these two cities in particular were a constant reminder of the grand nations that once existed there. A few primitive manufacturies have been constructed over the years, primarily based out of Barcelona, though some existed in Toulouse as well. They primarily repaired scavenged items and old tools at the moment. Marseilles, on the other hand, provided most of the agricultural goods in the Dominion. The mass flooding had left behind rich sediments allowing for crops of potatoes, cabbages, and various grains. However, the floods had also left it's fair share of pollutants, of which were still an issue. Some land was still radioactive. Strangely enough, the citizens of the Maven Dominion used an amalgamation of the old French and Spanish languages, of which they called Maven. It was surprisingly elegant-sounding, though almost barbarically brief and to the point. When radio signals were picked up from the Sons of Arminius, they were unable to understand the messages, though Samuel Mave was excited by the news of fellow survivors and immediately began attempting communications with them.

Forum Name: VoiD Faction Name: Maven Dominion Have you read the rules?: Yes, I praise you Pok. Where on the planet are you (country/region): France/Spain; Barcelona-Monaco-Bordeaux area.

OOC: MC Name: VoiD__ Age: 16 Country: USA Timezone: EST Skype Name: wonderwhaie Do you have Teamspeak?: Yes. How long have you been playing on the server?: Since May this year. How long you can you be online per day?: 1-2 hours on weekdays, up to 4 hours on weekends. What past guilds have you been apart of?: None, really. Have you ever held a leadership role before?: I was a lead administrator on a fairly popular RP server (averaging twenty to thirty people daily) for a year before it shut down. I've held administrator and moderator positions on roughly a dozen other servers as well, and I've been a creator and moderator of half a hundred FRP's. Do you have a VA? (What evils?): Not yet, though I'm applying for 1ab and 2ac. IC: Name: Alden Wythe Age: 21 Race: Human Past Experience in military and combat: I've trained with a staff since I was a young child, though I have had no formal experience in military or combat. What are your skills?: I'm fairly skilled with a staff, and my father was a farmer, so I've retained a good amount of his knowledge. What weapon do you prefer?: The staff. Why do you wish to join the Order?: I want to have a purpose, and I'm sick of the rampant corruption in Oren. What are some strength’s of yours?: I'm a quick study, if I do say so myself. You can count on me as well; I'm reliable and loyal. Tell us more about yourself: (told in third person) Alden Wythe was born the son of a farmer. His father was quite the local celebrity for his excellent vineyard, whose grapes fetched the highest prices at the markets. Being the firstborn of the family, Alden was the first one to begin learning his father’s trade, and has retained much of his father’s expertise. Alden’s father was also a master of the staff, though he never told Alden how he obtained his skills. An unusual weapon and an unusual master. Regardless, Alden was taught to use a staff from a very young age. Indeed, some of his earliest memories were from practicing with a staff. He would wake up early in the morning to go through the motions before starting the day as a farmer. He would practice after every meal, and once more before he went to bed. When the sun rose, Alden would do it all over again. It became a daily ritual, one that he has kept ever since. When Alden turned fourteen, he was promised to another farmer’s daughter in their village. At first upset, Alden gradually became quite fond of her - Alice was her name - and they soon became inseparable. Before they both turned sixteen, however, Alden and Alice’s fathers had a falling out, and the betrothal was ended. They both were heartbroken, and on the day of Alden’s sixteenth nameday, Alice was found dead, of what was presumed suicide. Alden blamed his father, and fled the village in a rage. Alden wandered from place to place after that, catching rides on more carriages and caravans than he could count. He visited dozens of towns and even more villages, often staying in the local inn or tavern. He became a hopeless drunk, opting to mourn for his beloved by drowning his grief in ale and wine. Alden survived on the money made through various odd jobs, of which most was used on his growing drinking addiction. Despondent, Alden one day decided that he had to change things. He was tired of just getting by, only to sink deep into the cups by the end of the day. He wanted to do something important, something meaningful, something greater than himself. And so Alden began looking for a place where he could accomplish all these things, a place where he felt he could truly belong to.

Alden Wythe rights in nearly illegible print. "I'd love a new staff..."

*Posts a reply under the poster* "I have been looking for a home for a while now. My father was a farmer and I've retained a lot from him, so if that role is still open, mayhaps I could fill it. Send a bird." -Alden Wythe

MC Name: VoiD__ RP Name: Alden Wythe Race: Human Why do you wish to join? I am not content with my current life as a simple citizen. I want to make something of myself, to do something worth doing. Do you have any combat experience? I have never actually been in a fight, but I do do some staff work. Any trade skills you have to offer? My father was a farmer, so I know much about that trade. Have you belonged to any other guilds or orders? No. Have you met us in the past? Perhaps, I cannot recall. Will you take an oath? Of course! What will you not do under any circumstances? Killing a person just for the sake of killing them. Do you have a VA? If so please provide a link: (( Currently applying for 1ab, 2ac ))