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Application IC: Name: Torstien Hjalmar Age & Gender: Male ,24 Previous Occupation: None Ties: None Skills: Good with Sword and bow, Able to Hunt if need be. If seeking an auxiliary position, put it here: OOC: MC name: 1superhunter Skype(?): No Do you use TS?: Yes Wesley reads over as he'd scratch over the application saying "Accepted."

Aepholis glares at Tyrell's bird before speaking to himself "Perfect! We need to be a multi-racial group!" he writes a letter back to Tyrell saying "Accepted for all three."

Wesley Valentine reads over Gustav's application with care, as he'd give a short nod to himself, grabbing his finely crafted quill and dipping it three times in the ink resting on his study table, before he'd write down a reply saying "Accepted, report to our quarters when asked."-Commander Wesley Valentine

As Aepholis recieves the letter, being the new Captain, he'd give it a glance, eyes flickering to each letter as he'd then purse his lips softly before grabbing a piece of parchment and write on it swiftly with an elegant writing style. He'd then do a significant whistle as his crow appears, snatching the parchment and bringing it to Bara. The letter would say the following "You are accepted as a able seaman for now."-Captain Aepholis Celadithel.

A letter reaches Gilraen with a simple "Accepted."-H.S

Harrison reads Benjamin's letter with a nod, as he'd write back to him, the letter saying "Accepted."- Harrison Sharp.

*Harrison reads the letter, as he'd shake his head slowly, mumbling to himself " 'Ow can a socialy awkward lad ge' along wiff a crew? Fookin' ridiculous..." he'd grumble, pursing his lips as he'd say "'Es nae sailmaker... 'Es gunna be a normal bloke fer now..." he writes back to Alp, the letter saying "Sadly I cannot give you the sailmaker's position yet, however, you can start as an able seaman and work your way up to the position.*~Harrison Sharp.

*Harrison glares at the application, sitting idly inside an inn, as he'd be sipping on a bottle of weathered wisky. He reads over it, shrugging lighty as he'd write back "Fisherman and cook, you are hired."-Captain Sharp.

*Harrison glares at the letter, sitting idly in a forest, leaned against a tree, as he'd fetch his notebook, scribbling down a reply once he had read the application, before nodding to himself, his pipe clenched between his teeth. The letter says a simple "Accepted as a musician and cook."-Harrison Sharp, your Captain.*

*Harrison grasps his quill, as he'd write back a letter to Virak, pursing his lips, before sending the letter, his seagull delivering it. On the letter is written "Aye, meet at that elven tavern."-Captain Harrison Sharp.*

*Harrison grunts, as he'd open both letters and read over them, bobbing his head to himself, before fetching his quill and writing a reply to Yaen saying "Hired, welcome to the crew, lad"- Harrison, then he'd proceed to write the letter for Shin, gritting his before replying "Aye, you are hired, I hope your steel is worth something."-Captain Harrison Sharp. After he had replied to both letters, he'd give a mumble under his breath saying "T'is the life..." as he placed the quill down.

*Harrison glares at the application as he mutters to himself "A lass fer a first mate?" he'd chucke, adding "Let's give et' ah go." he'd scribble down a letter saying "Accepted, do bad and you'll be set in another position." before sending it to her after signing his title and name.*

*As the letter reaches Harrison, he'd fetch his letter opener, roughly ripping the seal open before glaring at the letter quickly, nodding to himself before grabbing his quill, dipping it into the ink as he'd start to scribble onto paper, before bringing his fingers up to his lips as he'd do a screechy whistle, his raven entering upon notice. Harrison Sharp sealed the letter, as he'd send it off to Briar, leaning back into his large chair. The letter would say only a few words, being the following "Accepted, make sure to report to me with short notice."- *A neat signature would remain here saying "Captain Sir Harrison Sharp."*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EyM2jcBTW0 *As you scurry down a local road, fliers are nailed on fences, in front of taverns, and local crowded places. On the flier is written the following "Sir Harrison Sharp needs all lads and lasses who are out of their luck and wish to seek out treasures and tokens. Send a bird to Captain Sharp for labor, and he'll will set up a meeting. Fill out the application below." The application would ask of you to fill out the following: *A list of the crew and required jobs could be found below the flier.* Captain: Aepholis Celadithel First Mate: Adran Frosthand Quartermaster: Virak Doomforge. Navigator: Naru Okorir Cook(s): David, more cooks needed Cabin Boy(s): Henry Musician(s): Briar Ophiuchius, David, more musicians are needed. Able seamen: Bara Doctor(s): Briar Ophiuchius, more doctors/medics are needed. Sailmaker: Alpnorean, Gil. Blacksmith: Shin Snow. Boatswain: Vacant In-Character: Name: Age: Race: Traits: What position would you be wanting to take?: Out-Of-Character: How old are you? ((Feel free to PM this.)): How long have you roleplayed?: Do you have skype? If so, what is it? ((Feel free to PM it)): Do you think you'll provide enjoyable roleplay?: More Out-Of-Character The point of this guild, if I say it short, is to get decent roleplay. I will try to get us events from time to time, whether it's fighting krakens or finding GOLD! Overall, I just want everyone to stay civil and respect each other D:

Dragurk The Gobo hangs up posters around Athera's inns and social places, chuckling loudly as he'd whistle a soft tune. "Lat peep'n tu sayl da vast oshun? Joyn Dragurk's krew ... Lat kan hab hozh jub, agh lat juzt need tu fill out applikashun!" Tons of application formats are in a basket laying next to the poster, along with a quill and ink The format would look something like this: Latz nayme?: Latz race?: Latz ayge?: Wub is lat guud at?:

Name: Aepholis Celadithel Past military endevours: Saint Lucien Order. What do you want to get out of your time with us? I'd firstly learn how to fight like a true Northener, like a man should, and secondly, I'd reside in the North, which is a fierce and cold place, something that inspires me greatly. Thirdly, I'd get to meet various fighters, with great skill and power. Gender: Male Race: Half high elf, half wood elf, though considered as a ''Sun Elf'' Do you like Ale? Aye, I do. Religion: N/A. (OOC:) Do you have Skype? Aye, you already have it. Name of Skype (Feel free to just add me instead of posting here: jakeyd6) Age: 15, turning 16 soon.

A helpful and well written guide, nice work.