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*A crumpled paper would be put in the Ranger mailbox* Name: Boryslav Berhal Age: 23 Race: Something-lander Prior Relevant Experience: Does poaching count?

Sir Erik Othaman looks over his shoulder horrified, seeing Ailred recite the law to him in the middle of his office. "How did vy get in here!? OUT!"

Sir Erik Othaman would read the ruling on the case from within his office inside the Bastille. His eyes glanced over the fate that would befall the defendant. After a moment, he set the letter down and let out a long sigh. "Niet one should have to die for expressing their beliefs, niet matter how much ANYONE disapproves of them. This is a disgusting show of force and yam shudder to imagine the ramifications of such a decision. To execute a Lord of Haense over an opinion that affected nothing but the pride of a few in power is sad to hear. Yam pray for vy, Lord Stafyr. Yam pray vy, Wick Family." With that, he grabbed his tankard of Carrion Black and raised it into the air before taking a swig. He'd pause a moment with the Carrion Black in his mouth before spitting it back out onto the ground and setting himself back into his chair.

Captain Erik Othaman would take the missive up in his hands, squinting at it a moment. After a long pause, he’d fold the paper in his hands before stepping into his office and setting himself down in his chair. He’d call for Lieutenant Ledicort, beckoning him into his office as he held the missive out to him. ”This seems familiar, does it nie?” @Da_Emperors

Sir Erik Othaman loads his crossbow as he gives a rallying speech to his men. “Lads, vy prepare to march out against Sutica to remove a most hated tyrant from his throne. Yam need BRAVE men to do such things. Those who do nie show that sort of bravery will be left behind in the dirt. Those who run at the first sight of danger lose the Emperor’s blessing. Vy are on a most righteous and noble mission and that alone should be incentive enough to charge over those walls. If that is nie enough, perhaps my fury at vy cowardice will give vy that confidence. Let’s move out!”

Sir Erik Othaman smiles as he looks to his Siege of Reza and Hangman's Bridge medals awarded to him a few saint's months ago, quietly reminiscing about his teen years in the army.

(Username:) grnappa Name: Erik Berhal Age: 56 Branch of choice: (Marshal/Savant/Guildmaster/Undecided) Marshal Reason for joining: Am bored Prior experience/relevant skills: Currently have served in 6 seperate armies Do you swear your life in service to the Brotherhood? (PK Clause upon appropriate RP) I do.

OOC MC Name: Grnappa Skype: None Do you have TS? If not, are you willing to get one?: Yes IC [!] An old man, wearing the standard of the Golden Crow, looks upon you with dull eyes. Tapping the paper with the end of his quill,, he asked: “Name, boy?”: The name is Erik Berhal, the Adrian Champion. “Hrmph, so be it. Where ye be from?”: Was born in Petrus, 1469 of The First Seed. Clearing his throat, he then asked, “Any experience fightin’? O’ at anything, really?”: Da. Was an Imperial Warden during the Reign of Tuvya Carrion. Was a Man-at-Arms in the Second Akovian Regiment during the reign of King Vydra. Was a Captain for the Petrus Watch for a short time. I have fought during Maric's rebellion on Aleksandr's side. I fought during the dwarven war where we battled over the four forts and was part of the Akovian airborne division. And I currently am partaking in the current war. “Mhrmm.. what be yer reason for joining?”: The thrill of battle and the fact that Tarcell Othaman is a good friend of mine. "Do ye have a profession, lad?”: Other than fighting, I am an Adept Farmer. “Anything else ye wanna add, lad?”: I think I have said all I could. I have tons of military experience. Once finished, the old man nodded and gave a wave of dismissal to you, beckoning the next in line to follow suit. [!]