Sentis

A seal of acceptance would be stamped on the application, notice being sent to the lucky applicant! Accepted, Happy to Have Ya!

Sentis looks over the application carefully, furrowing his brow as he stamps a red "Accepted" mark onto the parchment Accepted, Welcome to the Edict! Sentis offers a small smile as he stamps the letter with a large "Accepted" seal, happy to see mali'aheral amongst the Edict Accepted!

((Ang did the bulk of the design work, with help from FilthyPeasant1, and Murdervish. The build on the server itself was largely a team effort, with quite a few people collecting materials and building. ))

Tal’Ardoth The Crimson Hold ⚔ As the sun rose triumphantly over the mountains of the Dwed, a new and imposing figure cast its shadow upon the land. Atop the towering peak of Mount Ardoth, a fortress had been constructed. Seeming as though to sprout from the mountain itself, its great towers and banners reached to the heavens. With the fortress nearly complete, it was christened Tal’Ardoth, in honour of its loyal inhabitants. The Crimson Edict stood strong once more, their numbers swelling under the protection of the Grand Kingdom and its people. Atop the highest tower, two figures were silhouetted against the rising sun. One a mighty Uruk, the other, A wiry Mali’Ame; both hardened and wisened by the rigors of their lives. Their voices floated in the chill air above the mountains, a flag whipping back and forth above them. “We’ve done it, dear brother, we have a home once more.” The relaxed tones of the Ame’s voice are quickly replaced by the deep, yet thoughtful growl of the Uruk; “Aye bruddah, da Edict am ztrung unce mure. Oor bruddahs agh ziztahs vill bring hurmuny agh knuwledge tu Axios.” Once again, they looked out over the fortress, sheltered in its majesty. And so, once more, the Edict was reborn in Axios. Their resolve unwavering, and their purpose clearer. They would stand to teach those that sought knowledge, be it of medicine, magic, combat, or diplomacy. Additionally, they would strive for peace, seeking to end the atrocities that endanger all descendant races.

Sentis reads over the application quickly, placing a large "Accepted" mark on the sheet. Accepted, welcome aboard.

Sentis raises a glass in Drynn's honour, a thoughtful smile softening his expression. "A great Dwed, yet an even better King."

Accepted, Welcome to the Edict!

Sentis quickly scans the application, planting a red "Accepted" on the page before sending it off Welcome Aboard!

Huge +1 on this, Corvoo would make an absolutely wonderful LM.

Upon reading the application, Sentis marks it with a large red seal reading "Accepted". Application Accepted, Welcome to the Edict!

((Sorry to have gotten so behind on this, I've been away for quite a while.))

Sentis' face breaks into a wide smile as he hears the news, hurrying off to find himself attire and a gift appropriate for such a wonderful occasion. "Such an event requires gifts of gold! Or an ornate axe... Or maybe some fine Elven jewelry..."

A somber smile crosses Sentis' face as he hears the news via the letter addressed to the Edict. Finding a small cliff to sit on in the Dwarven mountains, he carefully puffs at his own pipe, reminiscing as the sweet smoke curls around his head. As he loses himself in his many happy memories with the Halflings since Goodborough, he looks to the sky. "May the Aspects guide you in the next life, llir. You have earned your rest a thousand times over."

Application Accepted

((It fits more than you might think, we've been rolling with the Nordic flow for quite a while.))