MongolKhan

Thorvardr looks over the bird as he recieves it, he nods, righting a response: "Accepted."

A black, one eyed Raven would fly around Atheria. A note dropping from its beak infront of people as it flies. It would contain a note. The note would read.

The Leidang of Nerreza. 

Nerreza, a count of Aesterwald, home to a Clan of Old. Born warriors, nothing to match there anger, and battle harderned men, each men baring a unique nickname for the proof that they have skill in battle. Women, allowed into the Liedang(Levy) each allowed to bare there own shield and show there wit against the brutes of the North. The county ran by Count Daren Bonehill is home to a Clan of old within the keep of Nerezza. Known only to most as Clan Fáoláín, many do not know of them as there name was long forgotten within the Fringe during the Wars of the Coalitions, these warriors died along with their families. Held up within the keep of Frostmere. Torn by the grief of his loses, the leader. Thórvárdr The Fearless as he is known to his shield-brothers, sat upon his throne, not speaking only thinking of destruction. Revenge. Revenge is all he thought of. He needed men, women- Soldiers. Soldiers...ready to die for a cause. For friendship. Bretherin. Friendship..one thing which all soldiers need. 

The time for the Clan to become known again...had finally come..

Ranks within the Leidang.

Merkismathr

Only one may hold this rank within the clan. The Champion, anyone within the ranks may hold this, Huskarl or not, they're the best warrior and may show there worth within honour duels. Anyone within the clan may try to grab this rank within Tournaments held by the Chieftain. They do not gain any rank within the military structure, but have the respect of the warriors and chieftain and maybe used to fight other clans. 

Shield-Maiden.

The women warriors of the Leidang. These women have proved themselves within the Leidang. They're able to have the same power as a Huskarl. Each of these women have a number of arm-rings and also will have a necklace showing they're this rank, they've the support of the men and the women of the county and are also the private guards of the leaders. 

Huskarl.

The Huskarl. The top warrior of all. Able to access the armour stores and, in the abscence of one of the three leaders. May control the Leidang. They're elite of the elite, war-harderned. They've proven themselves multiple times within war. The personal knights of the Country. They've the respect of the lower ranks and the leaders. Normally these men bare a huge amount of arm-rings given to them by One of the three leaders, this shows their prowess. Also normally have their own necklace to show there rank-A wolves head with an axe head in its mouth. 

Berserker.

The Berserker, men whom are known to be furious in battle. Each of them showing their anger within battle and channeling this rage into their fighting. Although not always the elite soldiers, each of these men are known to bare some prowess in battle and would bare a name to show this. Well respected, these men can normally control a small amount of men, and in some cases, they're able to lead the training during war-games of the Liedang. Each of these men normally have some arm-rings. 

Ráðningar.

  Are chosen by their superiors to handle the introduction of new warriors into an established war-band. The warband must be of well-minded men to create the ultimate shield-wall. The warband will be led by this rank, however, will contain a Berserker and Huskarl to help the Radningar with any of the inferior decisions. The Huskarl has the final say if the decision is bad, but overall the Radningar may appeal to the Clan Chieftain over a decision. 

Thegn.

Older or veteran warriors.. Thegn's are seasoned soldiers, participants of multiple expeditions and shield walls. They are fierce men, brought up learning warrior skills,and have survived the brutalities of the shield wall and war. This Rank is the next step to becoming one of the three top tier ranks. 

Dreng.

The standard rank within the Leidang. These men are the new recruits and hold only the title of Younger. These men have only little respect within the culture. These men have to prove themselves within the shield-wall and battle that they can earn the loyalty and bretherin ship within the clan,

Perks of being within the Leidang.

Within the Leidang. Each man may get a weekly set of armour, a sword or axe depending on their prefrences and also a shield for battle. They will also get a bunk, a room with a chest aswell they may have as much ale as they wish for. The people within the Leidang will also have the respect of the leaders. They will gain bretherinship from this. 

Application to Join our ranks. Give us a little about yourself.

Send a response to the county of Nerezza, Daren Bonehill, Ragnar Faolain or to Thorvardr Faolain.

Name:

Past military endevours:

What do you want to get out of your time with us?

Gender:

Race:

Do you like Ale?

Religion: 

(OOC:)

Do you have Skype?

Name of Skype (Feel free to just add me instead of posting here: jakeyd6)

Age:

OOC:

Having been the Leader of the Clan from within the Fringe, we have seen a number of people come and go, the culture of the Clan is based on the Pagan religion and Danish culture with a mixture of the different ancient Scandinavian cultures, such as the one of Guthurum also known as King Athelstan of Mercia for all you history lovers. The culture is of nothing but warriors and each of them are known to show no remorse within battle. I am trying to get this Clan active as it once was. It was a shame to see it go to waste, with out new build in the North of Athera. . We wish to see it put to use with new people and create a roleplay hub for those who want something new from Lord Of the Craft. I hope this was an enjoyable read and if you wish to have a chat to me for further information, feel free to add me on skype: jakeyd6. Thanks for reading. Also Thank you to Patu97 for the great build of the Keep.

Thórvárdr Fáoláin. Chieftan of an old Nordic clan smiles as he takes a look at the note, he shakes his head. "Mure loike tha' covenenant of edge if ye' ask meh." He rips the note up and leaves it to rot upon the ground.

The Northern man sits upon his throne as he reads the letter, he sits in silence for some moments. The man's jaw buldges as his teeth grit together. His eyes seem to glow the light blue of his normal outbursts of rage. He stands from his throne raising himself up, he smashes his guantleted fist against the steel plate covering his heart. He speaks out freely. Hoping the spirit of Norik hears the mans rage aswell as sadness. "The Mountains fall brodah. Like everything crumbles. Wolves...they die of old age and their spirit roams freely in this world. My time is near brodah. I shall see ye' in the 'all's where we shall dine for an eternity. The wolf and the mountain shall see each other once more. Upon that time...Men will fall beneath our axes." He finishes short, moving out of his halls into the wilds. Carrying only his axe. The axe of Norik..

Upon hearing the death of a friend, he takes the time to bow his head in remembrance for Aldal, he mutters softly to himself "Ye' old bastard...thought it would be me first" he presses a fist to his chest "May ye' gods grant ye a peaceful after loife" The old Faoláin would say.

Thórvárdr would try to grab a hold of the letter, in reply, he would grin, speaking in his hoarse voice, "Ye' know what? Feck et. Make an end te this 'ere shet. Only be causin' shet fer the others, stoppin' us from 'aving a peaceful time. This drough' es onleh goin' te' make this war 'arder."

High Steward Daeglan MacCulloch III would one day see Talion during one of his many travels, laughing at this 'super original name' and inferring that he is Adunian based on his physical attributes. Daeglan mumbles under his breath, "It's people loike t'is t'at give 'Dunia a bad name. T'en 'gain, it's jus' a filt'y turncloak. Nae anyt'ing o' me concern. . ."

Thórvárdr simply replies in his deep voice, giving a small chuckle. "Ye' give ye'selves a bad-name. All oi'm 'earin' is 'Dunian's raidin' this and tha' ye' goin' te end thee culture laddeh. Ye' lot be the turncloak's. If ye' wont te'. If oi'm righ' ye' were the one fightin' in the bloodeh tavern. Oi was 'avin' a peaceful drink. Oi nae knew that ye' were a bunch of violent barbarian's. Ye' lot should think before ye' raid."

Edit: Change of name.

((Constantly bashing me at everything I post, kind of getting annoying.))

Talion would think that the man would have no clue he is elven and simply laughs at him, knowing full well Adunia is nothing.

Character Name: Thórvárd Faoláin (Nym'rakkoreak Vala'rusiak
Nicknames: Nym, Goofy, The heartless Adunian
 

Age: 34 (245)
 

Gender: Male
 

Race: Adunian (Wood-elf)
 

Status: Revengeful; Bloodthirsty; Fighting, Leading is house, Keeping his family close

Description
Height: 6f5"
 

Weight: 210 pounds 
 

Body Type: Muscular
 

Eyes: Grey
 

Hair: Short sides, long fringe and top hair
 

Skin: Tanned slightly, other wise quite pale
 

Markings/Tattoos: Arms covered in tattoos all look Celtic like, on the right side of his head he has the tattoo of an eagle to represent his freedom.
 

Health: Healthy
 

Personality: Heartless; Kind to the right people, will do anything to protect his family, if anyone were to threaten them, he would make sure they were dead before they left the room.

Inventory: Sometimes carries a longbow with a wolf pelt quiver, containing 24 bodkin tipped arrows, normally carries three axes, two made from crucible steel by Nels Verian, has a round shield upon his back normally.
 

Further Details: It is hard for him to trust someone, but once he does he will die for them to make sure that they are safe and well. Extremely loyal to his close friends, hates his past and being called Nym by none friends. He only gives the right to close friends.

Life Style
Alignment*: Neutral-evil 
 

Religion: None
 

Alliance/Nation/Home: Alras
 

Job/Class: Mercenary/soldier, Wealthy
 

Title(s): Ex Adunian ranger, ex Golden Lance Wrymstalker, ex-Knight of Oren
 

Profession(s): Lord of his House, guard/soldier
 

Special Skill(s): Able with his axes good with a bow, has adrenaline rush which causes him to go out of hand and unable to control his emotions, will most likely hurt friends if this comes out of hand.
 

Flaw(s): He has many flaws, he has really bad anger issues, his family, his emotions, love-life, trust, was enslaved before any slave will cause him to go into depression and remember his past. Adrenaline rush can sometimes go out of hand. Could cause him depression.

            

Weaponry

Fighting Style: Right foot placed forward, his body turned to the left, his left foot behind, leant forward slightly, his shield held up to his chest area, his axe kept below his hip, able to move in most directions and can charge when needed. Will sometimes use the power of his shield to be used as a wall and charge at someone in the attempt to knock them to the ground. Sometimes will also shield bash using the centre of his shield, which holds a steel centre piece used for shield-bashing.

Archery stance: His right foot again placed infront of left, leaning forward, the stem of his bow held in his left hand, giving a hand-shake grip around the handle, draws to the end of his chin, his elbow lifted, two-fingers holding the arrow and string.

Trained Weapon[s]: Longbow, longsword, shortsword, greatsword, Hand-axe.
 

Favored Weapon: Hand-axe and round-shield
 

Archery: His archery is what he may be best at, though is long forgotten, only for used when hunting.

Biography
 

Parents: Deceased
 

Siblings: His 'Brother' Ventios (Not brothers by blood, but by choice)
 

Children: Three, Julia, Glawion and Lothaire, his adopted son.
 

Extended Family: None
 

Pet(s): Used to have a Dire-wolf as a companion

Currently no character art, anyone willing to do some please pm me, would be generous and greatly accepted, cheers :P

+1 good family values.

He looks at the letter, groaning slightly at the name, though he sends a simple bird back to the receiver "Accepted, report to Alras where I may have a word with yourself."

Recruitment

Does thou seek the path of the righteous man? Does thou want to be a man of the woods? Think to yourself, are you skilled with a bow? Can you track and can you hunt? Do you want to be a simple man with a good life? Do you match these things? Well if you do. The Alrasian Rangers need you!

Ranks!

~Commander~

Overall leader of the corps, listens only to the King and Knight.

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~Captain~

Second in command of the corps listens to the Commander, trains the new recruits. Has the right to initiate new rangers and brief them on there jobs.

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~Sergeant~

The respected members of the corps whom have proved themselves to the captain's and the commander, very rarely given.

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~Ranger~

The standard rank within the ranger corps, initiated and has taken the oath.

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~Apprentice~

The un-oathed and un-initiated. Lowest rank within the corps

Application process:

(OOC)

Mc-Name: 

How long have you been on the server?

Skype/ts3?

(RP)

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Past military experience?:

Nym slowly stands grunting softly "My afflication is with Alras, Christopher has harrassed us for too long" he sighs "I pose not guilty to all charges set against us." he nods "I say this because I've no reason to plot against Alras, my love lies within the people I seek to protect. I say this deep down for me 'eart. The shet coming from Christopher is lies and slander and not once have I done such charges. I try my 'ardest to keep me'self from causing 'arm. I've not destroyed any part of Alras. I've neither stole items. If anything the stealing was Christopher, whom killed a horse that I was going to give to the high-king as a gift." he sighs "I am a war veteran of Oren aye' but I fought against the corruption within the enemy. This false proof that they show comes from friends and family. 'ow can this be used as proof? It can not, I've single handly never met Christians wife and I know for a fact that his children would be dead if both myself and Ventios attack. However we did not. I can say this deep down from my heart. I would never try to cause a war, I am against it and always will be. I've seen the horrors...the death, the injuries. I wish not to cause the loss of life. I wish to protect them. My sword is a way of killing the evil that corrupts Alras. I can say this deep down.. I wish to not cause harm against those that have not caused me any trouble. I wish only to see justice serverd against the corrupt...if this means me being exiled..so be it. But know this...the light will always shine above evil. It will always win. I've never said ill words against my king..and the people and I wished not to cause this apparent rebellion. If I wished to do it, I would have done it publicly and not been fecking stupid. If I am right. Christopher is not a government official. So that leads to who could we've done anything to? Which we 'aven't I only wish to see justice served and to show my love to thee people of Alras. To protect and to serve them till my last dying breath.." he says softly, sitting down.

chuckles as he rises looking at the Judge, he grins "Ye' fawkin' idiot. We're 'ear for this shet. Its all a pile of manure in me opinion. 'es got not solid proof. I request that the trial be forgotten for thee bull shet flying from these lads mouths." he nods to Ventios plopping down. 

((I'd also like to point out you being the judge will obviously make this biased. I request someone else to act as judge. 

((I would like to point out that I never agreed to Frp.)

Nym rises from his seat just chuckling at the judge, he turns to Christopher again "You're a funny man...A very funny man...Ye' know your family...What are there rumours I've heard against incest eh?" he chuckles loudly "You seriously are making me chuckle laddeh. Ye' **** another lass while ye' married...that in itself is a sin. Also...who the feck is ye' wife? I never met her." Nym looks around chuckling "Laddeh! I want ye' proof about us planning to take the keep, it only comes from the mouths of your family..if ye' don't get me wrong that could be lies in itself to get rid of a rival family. That in itself is treason Christopher." he then claps laughing " I wish to get rid of these accusations and have proof of our false accusations,"  he raises his hand, his movements flowing "You realise laddeh. That those documents could be forged? Its ever so easy these days." he smiles "And to the point of us working with Oren. I was a former Knight aye'. But I've commited crimes there that put me away from there. I would be killed on sight, This is the same for Ventios." he chuckles sitting back down, raising a leg over his own. 

Nym walks in, arm resting on the pommel of his blade, he chuckles softly "Lads.. Ye' seriously think I would do this shet? All the bullshit flying from your mouth Volaire. I've done more for Alras then you would ever do. Listen here lads. I've no reason to kidnapp the king. I've only just set up my lands to support the Alrasian army. If I am right Volaires? I've never talked about such a thing, I only wished to destroy the Volaires for the problems they've caused us. Also. I see that you've no authority to do this Christopher so before you start flamming I shall keep my loyalty to the high king himself." he then begins to shout, his voice echoing across the hall "You've no proof, you bring your fellow family to this tribunal. Where is the proof from others. Not of your family Christopher! I've never killed your family and never planned to. You must be drunk...I never killed your wife.."

Nym looks at the letter and nods he smiles softly from his chair "Accepted.."

Nym looks at the newly constructed base, nodding slightly "Good work Daren...well done lad." 

Nym simpily laughs at the man, he then raises his eyebrow, "I am a wood-elf"

Nym sits in his chair within his chambers, he looks over the application he nods softly, and sighs, he takes out a quill and paper and begins to write "Accepted"