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Application RP: Name: Dimitri Age: 19 Affiliations, or Past Affiliations (IC, not OOC): None. Experience, if any: Mercenary work Place of Residence: None Are you willing to PK if the proper roleplay permits?: Yes OOC: MC Name: Ajax_Kingslayer Discord (For an invite): you have it Any questions or comments you may have: none Application reviewed, and accepted. Welcome to the Vigil.

THE EAGLES VIGIL, MILITARY CODE The Vigil is the professional standing army of Courland. This army includes all subordinate nobility pledged to the Duke’s cause. The men and women serving in the Vigil are stalwart soldiers capable of keeping the watch and acting according to the policies set before them. Section I: Tradition Motto: Stand Honorably, Stand Respectfully, Stand Readily. By tradition, Westmarch has been apathetic toward religion, however; as anointed, the Holy Orenian Empire has the final say, and Westmarch follows canonism. However: those of other religions, though not heretical, are permitted to practice in the military. This is to the extent that they do not impede another soldier’s ability to perform. The military is open to all races that understand and can speak, properly, the human language. The exception to this is the Kharajir. This race has been deemed unfit to serve in the Westmarch military by the Duke, and are therefore barred from enlistment. The Eagles Vigil is a professional military, and must present themselves to the public with a professional attitude at all times. This includes being respectful, and honorable. Committing a crime whilst bearing the uniform will not be tolerated. There has always been a bard in the military. The bard is a respected member, as he brings morale to the men, and is expected to bring merriment during celebrations. There is a watchstander at all times. The watchstander must note and pass on any information gathered during his watch to his supervisor, as well as present himself as the direct hand of the Marshal. This is an extremely important duty, and all who stand are the pinnacle of professionalism. Section II: Discipline Discipline is the most important ideal in the military, for it is what separates a soldier from a peasant. Care for one’s armor, grooming, and respect for military tradition is of utmost importance. Failure to uphold the Vigils values means a failure as a soldier. A soldier must keep his gear clean and in good condition. The soldier must respect his living space, keeping it clean and tidy, as it is subject to inspection at all times. A soldier must obey and respect all officers, nobility, and standards not cased. A soldier will present name and rank upon inquisition from all outside entities, with the exception of current hostiles. When performing watch-standing duties, the soldier must remain in a watch-standing station, except to transit to another watch post. When being relieved, regardless of rank, the watch-stander and relief will salute, stating “We change watch at this hour, and so the Vigil continues.” When watch-standing, all guests must be noted, and all situations reported. If in doubt during a situation, a supervisor must be reached. Section III: Rank As it has always been, men must be led, and those chosen must lead, whereas the rest will follow. Rank is the hierarchy of the Eagles Vigil, and the word of the Duke is above all. Senior Command Lord Marshal The Lord Marshal is the master of the Eagles Vigil, in war and peace. He is charged with leading the war effort, and ensuring security and peace throughout Westmarch. Commander The Commander is a skilled strategist, entrusted to lead the military alongside the Lord Marshal. He is chosen from the officers that display the utmost of merit and loyalty. Power over a specific section of the Vigil may be assigned to him. Decurion The Decurion is a stern and charismatic disciplinary that is well-versed in the principles of discipline and stewardship, often spending time with newly-enlisted soldiers to educate them. They also are expected to organize and establish drills and exercises at which all members are encouraged to attend. He is in charge of all training being accomplished, and all discipline being handed out as appropriate. He is charged with making sure the watch schedules are formed, as well as training times. Command Lieutenant The Lieutenant is in charge of ensuring the relationship between officers and enlisted are strong. He performs routine trainings as given by the Decurion, and ensures patrols are being accomplished. Ensign An Ensign is an officer of more manciple tendencies, heading matters such as recruitment, and keeping track of pay. He gives training to the men, and ensures proper procedures are being followed. Enlisted Decanus The elite of the Vigil, the Sergeants are the valiant warriors that have dedicated their lives to attaining discipline and willpower. Once a soldier has proven his prowess in battle, he may be granted such a rank. Decanus wield minor authority, however they are in charge of leading patrols and keeping discipline within the enlisted ranks. Man-At-Arms The Men-at-Arms are the imposing product of the Vigil’s intensive training procedures, weathered soldiers who have been exposed to the rough of battle and have prevailed. They are the backbone of the army. Footman Having endured the drillmasters’ harsh discipline, the Footmen have shown their potential through both adherence to the hierarchy and an aptitude in the martial practices. Although untested by battle, these capable loyal soldiers have earned the respect of their brethren, their fellow order-men. They are prepared to serve the Duke, to enforce his law, and to present a professional output towards the environment. Initiate The new blood of the order, the Initiates have yet to take the oath and to prove their worth. Tasked with grunt work, and subjected to the harsh discipline of the Drillmasters, these green young men are evaluated and pushed to their limits over the course of their initiation, at the end of which they are assigned to the watch. Though young and inexperienced, these aspiring soldiers comprise the future of the Eagle’s Vigil. 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Ser Reynault Fournier laughed; and oh did he laugh, as his blade was enveloped with glorious red liquor. Alec the rat laid ‘pon the ground, his teeth missing, and his breath reeking of local wench. “That’s what you get for sucking on elven toes.”

Ser Reynault Fournier signed the document.

Reynault Fournier sat morose on the ground before the gargantuan keep in the Duchy of Courland. He peered down at his armor, still corroded and rusty. The campfires burned brightly that night; outside of the keep. One by one, he removed his armor, and let it fall into the enveloping flame. “I borrowed this armor with intent to repay. How else could I repay the debt you requested, but to send it to your god.” He muttered, alone in the dark. The armor crackled, and melted under the inferno, as Reynault looked on; he booted the earth briefly before trudging off, back turned to the fire..

Petition to Receive Knighthood Name (and House if applicable): Reynald de Chatillon Age: 20 Liege Knight: Ser Septimius Bracchus. Were you a Page?: No. Were you a Squire?: Yes. Reason for Knighting: When the great levy of Lorraine and it's tenants migrated to Atlas to once again replenish the good name of d'Amaury, Reynald was a young squire under Ser Bracchus at the ripe age of sixteen. In the ensuing migration, he assisted in deflecting numerous conflicts against his Lordship by way of banditry and internal affairs at a lower level. Once settled and properly vassalized under the great house of Horen, Reynald once again took training under Ser Semptimius. When his life was contested by brigands during a patrol in Adria as a levyman of the Honor Guard, He played his cool under the wise supervision of his Lieutenant, Ser Septimius. Gathering the men under the Lorraine banner together, he swiftly defeated the horde. Upon hearing this, William Gromach, Commander of the Honor Guard made him a Sergeant, and so indeed, he trained the soldiers subordinate to him, performing numerous feats in service to the empire, including beheading traitors to the empire, and defeating foreign infidels. Liege Lord: His Lordship Margrave Hughes d'Amaury Potential Lands: An estate on the outskirts of the Barony of Belcrest.

Reynald de Chatillon clasps on the parchment before him, printing out a sentence in cursive as he cast a solemn glower onward. "A Great man."

Reynald de Chatillon sits beholden to the parchment on his lap detailing the exploits of the d'Amaury. "For indeed, the men loyal to what they believe in are rewarded unto themselves."

Ser Aurelios clicks his heel against the ground as his throat grows sore of his constant bellowing, "Ave Lorraine, Deus Vult! God bless the king!"

"A fine bliss of a Holy City from His Holiness, and from our Lord the Creator," Aurelios would state, his palms wrested loosely behind his back as he stood proud upon the city crenelations.

Aurelios strides upon the scene, flanking the congregation gathered to execute the traitor, his ramblings drowned by the roaring crowd demanding his decapitation. The man would shout belligerently, incoherently screaming about liberty, and tyrants taking his land. Aurelios would scrupulously observe the scene, before lowering his voice as the young king stood to his right. "Majesty, to what means are you executing your vassal," He'd state, followed by a placid reply, "The man locked his gate upon our approach to speak with him about his absence from our land. He shoved this declaration through the narrow crevice in the gate, before screaming about this being his land and his land only. Therefore he had forced my hand, requiring him to be put down before he caused any conflagration upon my denizens of this Holy Kingdom," He'd reply. Aurelios would then grow quiet, observing the decapitation by Brother Bruce with an ominous glower. The blood of the traitor swept through the square, before Bruce would raise the body, and the head, proclaiming his stain upon society before clearing the body from the street.

"The old man is a fine piece of nose." He'd state, smiling slightly.