Caranthir_

A lowly Savoyard looked at the coinage, making to bite it. "Hrmm, very good. . Metallic, tasty. ." he nodded in approval, before walking off to do his business once more.

If there's anyone that here that deserves to be on the ET, it's Wud. His seamless transition from casual RP into serious and thoughtful RP is truly something to behold. I give this man my +1

Alexandre de Aryn; 9th of Malin's Welcome, 1634.

-~Margraviate of Ponce~-

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[!] Stapled upon the noticeboards of Orenia lies parchments, with neat writing and many drawings advertising Ponce!

"In the shadow of the mountain range of Tahn stands plains of lush, rolling fields of gold; land with new opportunity and goals, land now claimed by House de Aryn, of Ashford. This region of Caminus, a loose title for the collective holdings of the family, is ruled over by the watchful eye of Ponce, which has recently concluded its reconstruction. These lands represent a bold new attempt to create a prosperous utopian society, revolving around mass social employment, a stable military, and the most progressive of our towns features; a representative, experimental Council of Senators. This is, by far, a unique experience which shall provide many future updates, though the administration is still in our early stages of planning. Homes are flying fast, so we encourage you to purchase one at your earliest convenience, should you wish to reside in the Margraviate of Ponce!"

[!] A new cart, leading to the town of Ponce, rests at the Tahn docks.

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[!] Some more crudely drawn sketches of Ponce can be seen stamped onto the note.

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[!] At the underlying text an evidently hastily scribbled message can be observed, it reads;

“Any man, woman or child wishing to have a home in this quickly fledgling township should contact Chancellor Baptiste ((papa_liam)), or myself ((Caranthir_)), for more information.

~Alexandre de Aryn, Margrave of Ponce"

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I cannot claim to have known him long. But, from what I see he is a great guy, and is brimming with equally great ideas! He most definitely has my +1

Good man. +1

Great RP'er and friend! Always kind and friendly, I am confident that she would make a valuable addition to the ET! +1

Great guy, would make a wonderful addition to the ET. . . +1

Alexandre de Aryn dipped his feathered quill into a small pot of ink, jolting his hand about as he placed his signature onto the parchment.

(Caranthir_)

Joe has always been extremely nice and helpful to me. At one point I played his in-game enemy and yet he treated me with courtesy and respect. He's diligent, loyal, and a good friend, and most importantly he never gives up. I give him my unending support, my approval, and my +1

Propaganda and posters spread throughout the land remaining under Orenian control, and that of other states of the Coalition. Inspired by the Imperial abandonment of the Church and its own vassals, one specific poster depicts a frail and decrepit looking Imperial coat-of-arms; its sword dulled and its wings burnt. Its days are evidently numbered.

((Ty Fable))

((Cya later mate, o7

An aging, and wrathful, Ashford de Aryn sat, contemplating his House's tragedy whilst slowly sliding a sharpening steel across the edge of his blade.

"Blood for Ashford."

Words of wisdom indeed, however it is communicated the point is still valid and stands.

Good joke. +1

I don't know if I've commented on this app before but oh well.

Make it so. +1

Name ((OOC Name)): Joseph (Caranthir_)

Surname/House: d'Ivrea

Date of Birth ((Example: 11th of Sun’s Smile, 1520)): 8th of Sun's Smile 1547

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Citizenship Class (A or B): B

Physical Description

Height: 6"1

Weight: 160lbs

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Black

Skin Color/Shade: White

Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: None

Personal Information

Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): 10 Glover Street

Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): Johannesburg

Profession/Occupation: Guard/Police

Have you paid your processing fee (CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY!):

((Please provide a screenshot of the payment.))

Oath(s) of Loyalty

For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks):

"I, Joseph d'Ivrea, 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, Caranthir_,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."

Annoying and provides non-premium RP;

+1

This would be mad and hectic, sounds like a perfect way to go out in a blaze of glory!

59 minutes ago, Bunny :) said:

Eirik Ruric pretends he isn't in his home in the seven skies when Njord comes knocking on his door.

((Feels bad man))

APPLICATION

OOC:

MC Name: Caranthir_

Skype: reece_hagger

RP:

Name: Joseph d'Ivrea

Age: 24

Race: Human

Faith: Canonist

The Ruric's Death

As the vicious creature walked forth to the Ruric a harrowing smile creeps across his lips, the things misty black sword lunges out in an attempt to impale the man in the gut, as the tall black-haired man goes to parry the blow with a flick of the wrist he catches the creature off-guard, the Ruric then lashes out to strike the fiend in its chest, the creature steps back and raises its blade skyward; parrying the thrust with ease, as he does so a black tether latches from the sword to the Ruric, within moments the mist encases the man, his energy fading at a rapid rate as a burning flare of antagonizing pain flies across his skin as if threatening to make it perish. 

The man's face drains of blood as he strikes out once more before his already shaking legs give way - Nevertheless, the fiend again raises its sword, as a sickening smile covers its maw the now anxious man's lips quiver, as he leaps forth in glory in his last futile attempt to kill it - By now the Ruric had realised that he had met his match and with his own sword raised high in the air he shouts his families words, the words he had known for all of his life and had heard many times in said pitifully short life:

"Iron from Ice!"

Upon witnessing the man jump for a last futile the fiend thrusts out his blade to impale the man as he leaps. The blade impacts with the Ruric's chest, where his lung is situated - And with that the man who had seen twenty-four years, the man who had climbed the ladder from the Barony in Nyrhold to the Earldom in Ostavar, and later had witnessed the awful rebellion that had gotten many an innocent man dead; swings in one last vindictive attempt as he slashes his sword in a curving swoop in the direction of the fiend's neck, it connects with the thing and blood instantly rushes from the wound.

The fiend's pupils gain their original colouring however the mist does not cease to encase itself around the kneeling body of Njord. As the draining continues Njord meets the point of exhaustion, small flakes of his skin now begin to perish and wither away.

As the Ruric fully realises the situation he is in his eyes begin to flutter and his knees quiver one last time before he falls down on them, his digits then slowly curl away from the pommel of his sabre as he drops his sword. The Ruric then forces his head up to look at the creature who's lifeblood was now rushing out of the large gap made in his throat, a thin line of dark red blood escapes from Njord's lips and then grunts in an agonised pain as he looks down at the floor he embeds one last despondent expression as his skin withers and floats away in wisps into the cold mountainous hall.

The creature, now looking fully human again falls onto the floor. His eyes slowly came to a close as his own life came to a close. The Ruric finally collapses onto the cold floor as he struggles for breath, a small tear escapes his eye as he takes draws in his last breath, his eyes close as his life force deteriorates. His skin wisps away as he dies, exhaling for the last time.

His wife - And now a widow - Gave birth a few days later, to a bright-eyed little girl, their only child.

"I may be incorrect, but I believe in honour and friendship and loyalty without price or deal; and  these are virtues to be cherished, without them we are no more than beasts roaming the land, simple vagabonds with no point to be alive, our future is dictated by the good deeds you do every day, and of course; the bad"

~Njord Ruric

And so, the story of Njord Ruric comes to a closure, and now his watch has ended.

((OOC: And now the life of Njord Ruric, a long time persona of mine has ended - Time to move onto new pastures?))

Why haven't you got a mic mate? :>

1 minute ago, Vege said:

 

Thats not what happened to me ;(

((Feels Bad Man.))

Tenant Khan signs the charter.