Th3_11th

A man would move a rag over his blade as he wiped the fresh blood from it. Spitting to the ground, "Damn Hartcolds."

SIEGE OF BLACKREACH Siege of Blackreach, circa 1675 _______________________________________________________________ The men of Vasile and Blackreach stood strong on the battlements looking across the field where the Rivian troops stood. As both armies stared at each other for a moment before Thomas . William would charge out with a few Blackreach men doing a few skirmishes at the trenches with the Rivians. After a few skirmishes a trebuchet shot would be shot over the heads of the both sides, hitting the back of the forts walls. As the trebuchet shot hit the back wall, William would command his men to retreat back to the fort. Thomas would then command his men to sally out and begin to ladder up the walls. Charles would begin to command his troops to the walls, to rain arrows towards the Rivian soldiers covering William’s retreat. As the arrows rained, Charles repeated the same words, the same orders. “Knock!” “Draw!” “LOSE!” As the volley of bolts and arrows flew at the Rivian troops many would hit the floor, this would continue until the Rivian troops and Skarpefanger clan would begin to place their ladders on the Blackreach walls. Charles would begin to hold the walls well, forcing the Rivians to retreat back to the war camp. William would look up at the walls towards Charles as he looked back at him giving eachother a nod before he’d look towards the men of Blackreach and Vasile. His lips slowly parted as his raspy voice began to speak out, “You all have fought bravely today. I couldn’t thank God enough for the soldiers he has blessed me with, the family I have, and the friend I hold dear. Rivia laughed at us, mocked us. They said we couldn’t do it. That us, a tiny barony, could not whoop their asses. Today we prove them wrong, today we end what Thomas started.” Charles would place his hand on his William’s shoulder letting out a sigh. “Now then… Let us finish what he started.” ___________ William and Charles would lead the charge towards the Rivian soldiers, as their mens warcry would shed fear towards the Rivian soldiers. Thomas seeing the defenders charging at him he’d then command his men to try and push them back. ______ The Siege would last a few more hours before the battle was won, and Rivia was defeated William and Charles would meet back in the courtyard taking off their helmets as they looked at each other. “Charles, I wish to send the Rivian dead back to Rivia so that the people know that we never wanted this war, and that Thomas is the one started this bloodshed.” Charles would nod ordering the men to begin to clean up the dead corpses sending those who have died back to their homes. Written by: Legoboy7984 and Th3_11th

Is that pig dry humping the table?

How did you become my Aunt? And are you my aunt on my mom's side or my dad's side?

Accepted!

[!] Post is back open, since the rise of the Black Knights once again. So feel free to apply.

As the wind began to blow, the smoke from old Black Reach bellowed. The fires had died down from the cold and snow, but still roared violently. William Jameson slowly pushed hard against the door of the old keep, forcing his way in. He would blow dust off an old chest, opening it with a creek. Slowly he rummaged through it, pulling out old armor pieces. The blackened steel gleamed in the fires light. Soon a lad entered, "Sir." He stated, as straighten his arms at his side in a solute formation. "At ease soldier." William spoke with a stiffness, standing to his feet as he shoved the armor to the small lad. "What is this for sir?" Questioned the lad as he looked over the old, blackened armor. William smiled, as he looked to the boy. His grizzled features gleamed as he spoke, his voice scratchy from the cold, "Spread the word lad. Tell our enemies to quake in fear, to coward for their lives. Tell our allies to fear no more, for we are returning." The boy raised a brow, "We? Returning? What do you mean sir?" William coughed, as he grinned, "The Black Knights, have returned." Realizing this, the boy quickly ran off into the snow. Bearing the news to all he met on the roads. The Black Knights have returned.

William Jameson would pull a quill as he began to scribble his signature onto the parchment, signing his name.

IC information Name; Marikoth Waesjor Race: Wood Elf Nation: Dominion Age: 23 Experience: N/A OOC information Ign: Th3_11th Timezone: EST Discord: will#2683

Slave has escape capture! Auction Over

Flyers drift around Cloud Temple https://imgur.com/OBHAUrK New slave for sale! A mayor of a small town! Bidding Starts at 2500 Mina!

William Jameson would walk out his door as he read the letter, sighing, "Declaring war are we? We left for peace, we left because Rivia could no longer protect us. The only safety we have now, is being alone. Blackreach was burned, and we lost good men, yet Rivia stood by while we were slaughtered. Have fun with your petty war, Sarah and I will not fight you." He would lean against the column as he watched Aelina playing with her ball in the yard, Sarah soon joining his side.

Sold to the Dwarf!

Flyers litter Cloud Temple of a slave Auction Female Human: https://imgur.com/a/xwhbSvb She is good at cooking and farming. Starting Bid: 750 Minas Buyout: 1000 Female Halfling: https://imgur.com/a/ycSTwkz She can play instruments, knows how to cook and fish. Starting Bid: 500 Minas Buyout: 750 Minas

Halfling 1 has been sold, halfling 2 escaped. Trade is complete

A flyer is posted outside cloud temple. https://imgur.com/z3BRAwr Halfling siblings for sale! The starting bid shall be 750 minas! One Halfling has been sold! The other Halfling's bid is starting at 500!

A hooded figure moves towards through the crowd. "1000 for the wood elf lass."

"2000"

A cloaked figure moved through the crowd. "1000 for the halfling man."

A cloaked figure moved through the crown, "1000 for the halfling lassie."

A hooded man approaches the stand, "1200 for both." He states with a cold voice.

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McName: Th3_11th RpName: Zachary an Cantwell (Paul Philips as disguised) Char age: 32 Char Goals: To hide out and wait, gather strength to bring justice for his family. Disord(if private pm me on forum): You have it Ibraheem Rp Race(we are leaning for more farfolk, Qalasheen but we accept all): Highlander Details(about your char): A man of solitude as of now, keeps to himself Any info you want to give or questions(please refrain from any toxic or trollish questions, thank you): Why do you look like a drug dealer Ibraheem?

"I Matthew an Cantwell, do solemnly and honorably take up the role as your deputy mayor. Together this city will prosper," Matthew would nod, as he read the document.

"You say our great nation shall fall, and that is on a downward path to destruction. But you made the mistake of denouncing such nation. It is you, traitor, who will fall." Matthew would shake his head, as he clenched his fist, moving away from the stand.