Malgonious

Great job man.

"Excellent work," Hakon would exclaim!

Recalls chopping the Frost Witches head off, but no worries. Monks have worked wonders in the past.

ok.

Beckoning Forward, to Axios Date - 1571, 8th of Sun’s Smile As dawn set upon the Ruric’s Ship, the Ostavarian Pride docked in Yale, the cool waters that once rocked across the rocky shore, now shook with agony and torture.. The land itself tearing asunder as the people of the Dreadlands embarkedupon their journey to seek asylum in their ancestral vessel. Ser Hakon Ruric would lead the small rafts across the Black Sea from Erochland’s murky water, towards their flagship and their assured future. Upon setting loose the anchor, the stark vessel shook, it’s halted movement for nearly a decade now slowly ascending forward towards the Cloud Temple. The Ashguard manned the stark vessel setting course to the Cloud Temple. The journey was fierce and rough, requiring the extensive knowledge of the Rurics to even attempt to man such a beast, their course would finally be set upon as the distant haze of of the Temple was seen in the distance. The ship docked very roughly and hastily, those who could not make the short trip across the water’s now flooding into the ship docked at the Temple, tens of thousands of Dreadlanders all crowded into the huge vessel. Upon loading everyone in, a large clammer was heard forward of the many vessels, a giant portal opening to show the distant haze of a new land… Ser Hakon would grip the wooden rails of his vessel, thousands of Ashguard clammered around him, ensuring everyone got aboard safe and soundly. “Ser.. your orders?” Chilfroy his most trusted Honor Guard stood at his back, a stark shield and blade in hand. “Full-sail forward, Chilfroy. We move forward.. To our salvation.” Hakon would tighten his grasp around the rails, “YOU HEARD HIM! FORWARD MEN OF DREAD, MEN OF NORLAND! FULL-SAIL!” Chilfroy would bark orders with a stark harshness, his goal to protect those below deck. “Father..” Javier would rest a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve never thought such a reckoning would come.. I was unprepared, and naive my son. Understand what lies forward, for you shall not make the same mistake as I.” Hakon would turn to face his boy, a smile across his face. “You are the future of the Rurics… but today, you shall see that I know the path forward…” Hakon would point forth to the portal. “What lies beyond is our last chance, our only hope. Forward my son.. That is the path for our people, understand this, hold it dear and true to your heart. No longer shall we move one step forward, and two steps back.. Only Forward we march.. Never back.. Never again.” Hakon would shift his gaze once more to the portal as their ancestral vessel lurched forward, their fate uncertain as they entered an unknown and foreign realm, their people’s hearts, minds and futures behind them. *** Upon entrance through the portal, their vessel heaved and quaked beneath the unrelenting waves, the dozen or so vessels slowing to a halt as an unknown entity barred their path. “Is everyone alright?” Hakon would look about the men that followed him forward with a state of panic, observing the shaken group. “Oi, wer’ foine lad.” Darek would pick Rorry up who seemed to be having a spit of sea-sickeness, the Hammerforged present standing tall and strong with the Ashguard. “Aye, Lucus! Do the Silversteeds stand intact!” Hakon would bark atop the helm. “Intact, ready, and proud Ser! We’re yours to command!” Lucus would stand tall, leading the Silversteed regiment, a bit shaken up at best. “Javier, do our elite stand strong?” Hakon would shift his gaze to his son. “Strong, tall, and proud father! We’re yours to command!” Javier would yell at him, ensuring everyone’s alright and ready for anything that could come. “Excellent! Brothers and Sisters, prepare yourselves for what lies ahead!” Upon the devastating waves, a fierce battle between what lied in wait in the Spirit Realm underwent, leaving their ship severely damaged but heaving and pushing forward. Hakon was clearly wounded and out of breath, relying upon the two Druid twins to continue to heal his wounds at the hands of the miscreants that bombarded his vessel with their fierce attacks. “We’ve suffered through men! Stand tall, a final wave approaches! We shall smash through this foe, and make our salvation heard across this realm! FIGHT ON BROTHERS AND SISTERS! OUR TIME HAS COME!” Hakon would scream as another wave of enemies peppered their vessel with their fury, his men battered and beaten, but never broken as they pushed through, finally the last ship to make it out of the dreaded Spirit Realm.. What lied before them, only time could tell as their vessel manifested in this new land… The Land of Axios.

You're such a strange man, I have no idea who you are, and yet you continue to act incredibly hateful towards me. Can we just talk in a TS and be chill mate? Dont understand all this hatred. :/

Ser Hakon would reminisce, slaughtering all of these pretty boys at least a few dozen times over. "They just keep getting up.. Aaah..." upon further investigate of the picture, the half-witt on the left seems to have been missing from recent battles!

@nathanbarnett36 never change.

Ok

Good fight!

Cool-downs need to be tweaked, but this is a step forward! You've my +1!

+1 looks great!

valor scum

Everyone gets masterful? Who thought this was a good idea?

Good fight!

- The Ashen Tournament - Come one, come all of the Dreadlands! A grand tournament is to be held outside the Bonefort, a gathering of the best warriors and knights of the nation. Those who wish to participate in the tournament, please place a return slip of the desired entrance into the wooden crate at the base of the Bonefort. The Warrior's Crucible Since the ancient days of Norland, warriors constantly dueled and fought one another to hone their skills in the art of swordplay. Now, the Warrior’s Crucible seeks to restore the fighting spirit to the Dreadlands, holding a Crucible for all warriors of the Axis to join in. The reward is one thousand mina, and the title of Champion, dating back to the earliest days of Norland. Warrior's App IGN: RP-Name: Any titles if applicable: National Origin: You consent to having your own armaments prepared prior to your duel: The Ashen Joust The most famed horselords, knights, and riders of the land are called to an infamous joust outside the Bonefort in the tournament yard. If you’re part of the Axis, own a steed and armaments, and wish to display your skill for all to see the Ashen Joust humbly invites you to participate. The reward is two thousand mina, and a prestigious feast in your honor, as well as the glory of winning! Joust's App IGN: RP-Name: Any titles if applicable: National Origin: You consent to having your own horse/armaments prepared prior to your duel: The tournament is to be held 7.29.2016 @ 4pm est. Do not apply if you're not an axis-based persona.

You're literally ****-posting when I said to keep things civil. Shut up, you're not a child so stop acting like one.

I'll have you know I am actually 12 thank you vm sir

Anything less than civil on this post will get removed. Both sides have agreed to being civil and not salty oocly. Chill.

Good fight to all!

Application for those who wish to participate in the melee Name: Jakob Delworth Age: 37 Title (if applicable): N/A Lands of origin: Lorraine

((OOC Section)) MC Name: Malgonious ((RP Section)) First Name: Hakon Clan Name: Ruric Dwarven Sub-Race: Highlander