Battlemage_Class

Raelorn al'Velorin signs the charter. [IGN Battlemage_Class]

Name: Raelorn al'Velorin Address: Fort Velstadt, Veilward. (Resident of the Maehr Clan's manor too) Seat(s) Desired: Mayor, Governor, Duke(?)

"MAEHR MAEHR MAEHR"

Raelorn looked at the letter; "Brother thinks he's someone important." And thus tossed the letter into the gutter.

( In the Ferrari don't forget that. )

A temporary notice goes out! Send messages to Magical_Onion on server!

Seeing as the time was coming soon it was a time for Raelorn to sharpen his weapon and call upon the Oribital Strike Jenny. And allies. [Event still on for tomorrow?]

Raelorn sharpens his axe and feeds the Orbital Defense Jenny...

YIPPIE

┌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┐ Calling Mercenaries, Mages, Knights, and the inbetween to come to the Lensul'em Farmstead south of the Celia'nor Capital/Festival Grounds to be recruited into a small company for an upcoming adventure into the north and lands surrounding. The event is to be help on the [8th of June at 6:30PM EST] and shall last a few hours. And if needed can extend into the next Elven Day at the same time [June 9th] within the same tavern located on the Lensul'em Farmstead, gathering to be headed by Aenerion. All welcomed to come by and ask questions or join into the recruitment of the company. └╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┘ [Notice: Demon or Demonkind are not permitted to join. Any Demon seem showing up will be met by the Celia'nor Guard/Diraar according to local law.]

Feeling like he had woken up from a waking-dream Aenerion gave his surroundings a quick gaze. Finding that it was only him in a dimmly lit alley within Celia'nor's capital he would pull his poncho's hood over his head and began for the tavern, or to maybe pass out the gates to home. Drenched in sweat and fairly frantic from his first vision ever. "I hope this isn't a daily occurance and more something I ate today."

______________________________ @Moping A letter sent from a Diaar, Gawyn, sent to the Royarch of Celai'nor as it was found urgent by the soldier himself to send and see if the Prince himself too notice. ______________________________ Your Highness, I would not write unless the news wasn't grave. You don't known well of me but I am Gawyn and I bring news from someon in the southern parts of our land. I know his alias to be, "The Mare' and he asks to have a banishment lifted so he can speak to you but he told me to relay a few words, to paraphrase, Do not go to the north or badlands, the Red Lich grows in power and so does the Harrower. Gashdagakuro, the Demonologist, Weilder of Two. He has an army of demons, and "Ibleese is in a woman's form" I ask you take this simple ask of a soldier in your army and speak further with '"The Mare" in Celia'nor. it may benefit as the number of Iblees related accidents are increasing some across the land. Signed, Gawyn of the Celia'Diraar. Kym'eria Company.

"Ay,Celia'nor!" Spoke a Gawyn from his house in the southern farmsteads.

:(

Gawyn heard of the official opening of Reinmar. Looks like the High Elf had to start giving his armor a polish and getting the other Landsers into some parade drills. Oh man there was some work to do.