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Name: Harald Surname: Blackwood Age: 17 Race: Human Active Duty Role: Cavalry Off Duty Role: Administration and Lumber jacking Any Skills: No ((OOC)) Mc name: GetOffMyBoard Skype or TS: BilliamTheConqueror Timezone: Central Time Zone

RP Name: Ivanhoe Ruric Skills: Enchanter Do you require equipment?: Yes OOC Skype: BilliamTheConqueror Can you use TS?: Yes Time Zone: Central

Deckland Armas Living within Felsen. A vote for old Darren Armas!

Username: Hoodmaster906 Skype: Billiam Do you have TS?: Yes Name: William Rodgers Experience: I've served Polaris for years! Profession: Serf and Soldierin'! Are you willing to take the Order’s Oath?: Of course!

"We Polaks were hae lang before any o' this bogus recreation o' Oren! They hae nae authoriety o'er m'lord! Freedom fer the people o' the north," said William Rodgers...

(ooc: Just a song I made out of boredom... Click like to get a instrumental melody for the song!!! :D ENJOY!!!) The Siege of Luminaire Hark and listen my children! For I shall unfold, this story, untold. Oh! The great city of Luminaire! Where many elves lived with out care! None would dare, destroy Luminaire... Oh woe! Setherin's sight, was on the elves, a terrible plight. His dark power, seeped into the very foundations! And thus began, the exodus of a nation... The high princess, a beautiful queen, sent her princes, Khel and Lion! The Order of Teuton, and the Elves, both so gallant and brave! Fought the evil knave! Many a' brave man died, but evil could not, hide, from justice! And thus, was the tale of, Luminaire...

"Come to Polaris! Bring us your sick! Bring us your hungry! Bring us your young and old!" Come whether ye be heathen or faithful! Come whether ye be farmer or merchant! Come whether ye be saint or convict! Polaris is the fatherland to all orphaned folk! Come to Polaris for a home, a job, a purpose in life, a family, come to Polaris for whatever thy heart desires! Polaris is mother to Elf, Human, Dwarf, Orc, and Halfling alike! Ask any member of the regent council for a home on arrival to Polaris! Location: Polaris is located north of Vanderfell, Aestwerwald. (I will be on holiday for a few days and will return Tuesday, if you can not find and regent council members in game contact me on the forums and I will reply sometime on Tuesday or Wednesday!) Signed, Duke Roland of Polaris.

I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN THE GM TEAM THE HUMANS AND THE DWARVES!!! :I Phew, I got that out of me... anyway this warclaim crap and the GM favoritism is annoying me so much. The humans need to calm their tities they are the biggest group therefore they should teach people and lead by example. The dwaves are acting like 12 year old squeakers it is moronic, they raid and wine! The GMs favor one side or the other, they act like it is their job to cradle people! All of this needs to stop, have some decent RP. I would like to speak with some GMs, like have a little meeting since I don't represent Oren or the Dwarves. Message me if you would. :D P.S. Lets just have some fum RPing okay? Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Well, aren't the Kha under the elves?

OCC: This is a little ballad dedicated to Oren and the High Elven victory against Kruganistanbloc. A lil rhythm: The Battle of Haelun'or Gate The great Vibius waited behind the gates of Haelun'or ready to kill, Albrecht charged gallantly behind the enemy, their blood he would spill, "Sally men! Charge!" cried Vibius and his men charged out down the hill, Albrecht's men broke the enemy who's blood did chill! Many a foe men fell and died, And the sons of humanity were covered in blood dried, "Ave Chivay, Ave Orenia!" the men cried! The cowardly enemy broke their ranks, Leaving their comrades to die on the banks, For this Oren's men gave thanks! It was a great victory that day, For Oren's children kept the enemy at bay, Though many a good man on the field lay, It was a glorious death to die in the fray!

OOC: I have decided to write a little song/murder ballad in tribute to the Colins! :D Enjoooooy! Side notes: It is meant to be a sad slow song, so read it or sing it as such to get the fullness of it! XD Use this link as a little back ground music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NgfHBUp8pbk The Murder of the Colins By Celcian Colin The orders were clear, leave none alive to run in fear, The brave Colin of stories and fame, Adarin was his name, he stood with pride, his strength he would not hide. In the end, Adarin's knee would not bend, the savage imperials took him to the noose, where he would loose, his last breath, for this was where, he and his sons met their death. Thus ends the ballad of Lord Adarin, A loving father, Brother, and Lover.

*Posters can be found around the Empire of man! The Colins Seek Men, Women, and Children! The Lord Celcian Colin seeks smallfolk and nobles alike to work their craft under his watchful care and protection. Men-At-Arms will pay no tax and will have free housing. Farmers will work the land and pay with 25% of their harvest. Craftsmen and artisans will pay a meager tax of 25 mina once a year. Anyone may barter for their tax or accommodations. We have many houses and fertile lands! Join today!!!

Might I ask you about your.... wiener?

*A huge look of anger crosses Celcian's face, "LIES! ALL OF THEM! THESE ARE LIES!!!"

*Celcian's blood begins to boil. "This trial is mockery of house Colin and all it's members, I will not forget this," he whispers in a low voice.