Battlebiker

Name ((OOC Name)): Vargen (Battlebrawn) Surname/House: Vallberg Date of Birth ((Example: 11th of Sun’s Smile, 1520)): 11th of the Amber Cold, 1529 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizenship Class (A or B): A Physical Description Height: 6'1 Weight: 175 lb Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Light brown Skin Color/Shade: White Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: A tattoo of a bear upon his right shoulder Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): Profession/Occupation: N/A Have you paid your processing fee (CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY!): Payment for Vallberg family already agreed upon with Edward Manston. Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Vargen Vallberg, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law." CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY ((OOC OATH)): "I, Battlebrawn, hereby acknowledge and give my consent to the OOC rule that should my character be found guilty of High Treason within the Empire, the Emperor personally (and only the Emperor) has the right to execute permanently my character. I accept this condition and make it entirely upon my free will."

OOC: Username: Battlebiker Skype: You have it IC: Name: Riordan Race: Human Age: 26

Name: Vargen Vallberg Town/Lands of Residence: Bjornfort Specific Residence, if applicable: ^ Occupation: Varygian Order Skills, if any: Lumberjack, working on Woodworker -=OOC=- IGN: Battlebiker Are you in the Skype group: Yes

As the cart from Summerhall pulled up to the Felsen road once more, two heavily armoured figures stepped down onto the gravel with naturally stoic expressions. Vargen Vallberg took a moment to scan his over the street before him as his brother rushed off towards a gathering without warning. Frowning, the Northerner swiftly followed him with his armour clanking with every movement. His dark blue eyes darted around his position briefly before resting upon where Uhtred now stood, only to realise his brother's blade was out and already swinging towards a cloaked figure. Cursing, Vargen unsheathed his own sword from his belt and moved forwards as he took in what was happening. The cloaked man was lunging towards his older brother, Royce, seeming intent on inflicting injury, whilst another figure stood at the side silently. Vargen watched him carefully, thinking himself ready for any action that might occur. He secretly hoped this would be an ally in their fight, deciding he would rather not fight such a heavily armoured man such as himself with helmet and all. All around him, blows were being dealt as he heard his brother yell out in pain before moving quickly to end his foe. He barely notice the addition of a Highlander to the fight, assisting Royce in his defence against the cloaked figure. Stepping forward, Vargen sharply turned his head to watch as the armoured man ran across his path in an attempt to slam into Royce with evident force. The Northerner watched as his brother was thrown to the ground, already littered with injuries, then let out a growl of anger as he darted forwards to join the attack. He swung the blade towards the figure's neck as he battered the Highlander out of the way with considerable strength. His swing landed a blow upon his foe, causing him to stagger forwards seeming away from the fight. Vargen breathed heavily, watching as Royce was dragged away by a bystander, and was suddenly met with a loud screech that rang out all around him. He recoiled and gritted his teeth as the armoured figure stood before him once more, ready for his opponent's next attack. Completely ignoring everything else around him, now that Royce was being tended to by a crowd of people, Vargen let out a yell in retaliation and charged forwards in an attempt to thrust his blade into the figure's neck inbetween his armour. His mark hit true, slicing into the skin smoothly with a swift movement. The Northerner started to smile in triumph to himself, thinking his victory had come, but the armoured man seemed completely unphased as he stared back through his helmet. With the other hand still holding the large battered shield, the figure thrust his gauntlet forwards towards the wrist which held Vargen's sword. Vargen staggered backwards, tugging at the blade desperately in an attempt to remove it. His breathing was heavy and his movements rushed and panicked as the gauntlet came at him again, trying to throttle his neck whilst he was pre-occupied. Vargen finally released his sword, moving himself back towards the nearest cart for cover as he looked over the figure before him. Undead for sure, a dreadknight perhaps, he thought bluntly to himself as he regained his breath. The armoured man had become silent again, staring the Northerner down from where he stood, with a newly acquired weakness visable within his neck after the attack. It glanced around quickly at all the bystanders, ready to jump into battle after it, and quickly raised its shield as it slunk away towards the nearest cart. Vargen watched his foe depart, cursing himself for feeling too tired and inexperienced to give chase. To his further dismay, nobody moved to stop the dreadknight with its shield raised high in protection from any sudden attacks as it disappeared behind the dockland cart. His ears were still ringing as he stood motionlessly, barely acknowledging the shouts regarding Royce's injuries or the exclamations as to who the figure was. Vargen didn't care too much. His brothers would live with the right treatment and no bystanders had gotten involved in his family's fight. But ultimately he had failed himself. In letting the dreadknight disappear, he had continued the spree of another threat upon Oren and its citizens, and would pay the price with his guilt. Reluctantly sheathing his sword, consciously wishing the next soul that encountered the being good fortune, he moved to silently rest a hand upon his nephew's shoulder as they slowly followed the group carrying his brother onto the next cart back to Summerhall. (Haven't posted on the forums in a long time, nor have I written anything in about a year, so forgive me if there's feedback needed)

I got infected with 0 roleplay as well, pretty pissed off at that to be honest. Didn't even know there was a sickness to be evaded until the spam kept hitting me. It's a bloody nuisance when roleplaying. But alas, my character is infected and I shall roleplay the illness as required. Even if it does mean getting avoided by everyone I come across..

Wait, why does everyone want their items back if we're literally about to get a new map?

Internet Explorer.

Yep, only on this forum for me too. Never encountered it before, it's strange. I can live with it, it's just a real inconvenience when posting links and such, obviously.

As the title says, I'm completely unable to use copy and paste in any posts I make on the forums. If I were to right click and paste, or use ctrl C and ctrl V, nothing is pasted at all. I've also tried pressing the three clipboard buttons (paste, paste as plain text and paste from word) and nothing happens. Wondered if there was any fix/help for this problem as it's going to be a bit frustrating in the future to have to write out links and such, like how I had to write out the entire application because I was unable to copy and paste it. Thanks in advance.

The only problem I've really got at the moment is where to head! I'm sure someone will lead me in a suitable direction eventually, it's just starting out afresh that's the first step! Thank you all for being so welcoming, it's really felt good to be joining the server :)