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-=+=- Maquatil -=+=- The Red Crow, Symbol of the Maquatils Maquatil, formed on the Amber Cold, 1547, by Rolf Leavy. Is a mercenary group, loyal to the coin. Currently, they've swore their blades to the dwarves, and are based Nordland. Plans for a fort have been approved, however is yet to be built. They currently have 2 loyal men, and are greatly expanding each day. Rolf Leavy, Founder and current owner. -=+=- Formations -=+=- Due to first fighting with the dwarves, they've adopted their formations. For those unaware, these are: Vel Vel is the dwarven command for "Vertical line" often the most used of the main three commands, a vel is most commonly used for marching, and/or for an intimidation factor. The leader always stands at the front. Aemiz Aemiz is the dwarven command for "Horizontal line" used for many a cause, but never marching. Once again, it always has the leader in front. Tekom Tekom, is a box, with the leader in the middle, and those of importance inside. The line must not pass the leader, or break formation during a march. It is rarely used for marching, and when it is, only the best soldiers use it, due to it's difficulty to maintain. -=+=- Payment -=+=- Payment is dependant on who's side they're fighting on. Unlike other mercenary group, Maquatil pays without failure. Payments can range from 10 - 1000 minas. The large range is simply an educated guess, due to many a nation willing to pay large quantities of money. -=+=- Armour -=+=- Every Maquatil member is forced to wear the armour. Talk to Rolf if you wish to have your armour adapted so you can remove your helmet easily. ((Pm and I'll edit the skin and put your head on. http://imgur.com/pqJNNc -=+=- Members -=+=- Rolf Leavy - Founder, Alive and well. Vulen - Recruit, Alive and well. -=+=- Joining -=+=- Joining is extremely simple! Just fill out this form and you can sign up today. MC Name : RP Name: Timezone (Gmt, Est, etc.): Do you have Teamspeak?: Why do you wish to join Maquatil?: Do you swear your loyalty to Rolf Leavy?:

*Chuckles, then unsheaths his sword "Moight as well give it a go, ah`ll leave s`um legacy behind meh if aye die, plus ah`ll tell Lennin to tell everyone aye got killed boi somet`ing giant... not t` size of a wittle doggeh..."

Conan sits in the "Dancing Igor" having a heated discussion with Lennin Irongut on who can drink the most ale, when he notices a poster on the wall and begins to read. "... Onleh t` most fit will be accepted" He chuckles, "T`at means ye` can`t do it Lennin." he then begins to write: Name: Conan Goldhand Age: 28 Race:Dwarf Skills(Magical, combat, healing): Extremeleh skilled in hand to hand combat, was promoted from Grunt to Ironbreaker in t` dwarven military after only being in t` legion f`ur w`un week, also pritteh g`ud wit` a bow. Are you aware of the time we will be setting out, and can you confirm you will be able to make this date?((August 15th, Sat 8PM EST): Yes I can make it.