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  1. Accepted, please report to the barracks.
  2. Accepted, please report to the barracks.
  3. Auswolf


    Taal receives the message from Curon. Sitting in his new office, the newly risen Grand Marshal of Fenn would write the following reply “Fenn will aid their neighbours.”
  4. MCName: Auswolf RPName: Taal Character Race: ‘ame 
  5. Username: Auswolf Activity Rating (How many days/hours do you play per week?): Varies. 12+ hours Discord: Auswolf#2722 Timezone: Aussie [RP] Name: Taal Place of residence: Fenn Race/Subrace/Culture: Mali’ame Do you swear to follow the laws of fenn while in fennic land?: 😶
  6. Taal remembers all those he has met that have been taken by the cult. Their skin branded, held captive and tortured. He remembers storming their den in Urguan, rescuing the prisoners that had survived long enough to be freed, driving the cultists out with his Ivea’fenn brothers and sisters. He’d grin at the news. “Finally. Let’s end this before more loved ones are taken from their homes.”
  7. [Ooc] Username: Auswolf Activity Rating (How many days/hours do you play per week?): Varies Discord: You have it Timezone: GMT+10 [RP] Name: Taal Gender: Male Place of residence: Fenn Race/Sub-race/Culture: Mali’ame Do you swear obedience to the Princedom of Fenn and the Grand Prince?: 😶
  8. Taal would grimace after hearing the news. “Was a man worth following. It was an honour fighting along side him and being a part of what he built. He won’t be forgotten.”
  9. Taal would grimace after hearing the news. “You will be missed friend.”
  10. Auswolf

    The Huntsmen

    Application Roleplay Name: Taal Race: Wood Elf Age: 70 Desired role: Hunter Reason for enlistment: Taal is a hunter, a fletcher, has fought in a few battles and has spent most his life surviving the wild as a nomad. Taal is looking to track and hunt bigger, more rewarding beasts. Helping others with monster problems and research whilst working as a team with fellow hunters will be rewarding. He also looks forward to meeting new people and making new friends. OOC Username: Auswolf Discord Tag: Auswolf#2722 Timezone: GMT + 10 (Although i’m from Australia i’m usually around when the server is most active and usual event times)
  11. Coen is proud to be a part of the Southgarde.
  12. Auswolf


    Edited. If more is required i'll think of something.
  13. Auswolf


    Coen sat by the campfire. He glances over at his flimsy boots and grimaces. "looks like i'll have to go in and get supplies." He looks over to the eyes across the fire. The reflection of the fire makes him grin. "low on bowstrings, almost out of drink and salt." The smoke passed over a leg of a good sized stag. Good eating. He places down a skin of wine and pulls out his pipe. "Haven't been into civilisation in a while." Coen had been doing rather well lately. Well fed, belly full of drink and warm. He packed the bowl of his pipe with some dried chaga, thumbed it in and took a twig from the fire. He looked to the eyes across the fire. "Rather not go in. This is my life. Got to used to what civilised living can provide." He lights the pipe and inhales the sweet tasting smoke. Warm. He exhales blowing smoke towards the eyes. "Try keep my head out of trouble." Coen was born and raised in a forest outside of Rivia. His mother and father lived a simple life, just a cabin in the woods. They made coin selling hides, meat, dried herbs and wood to surrounding settlements. Followed in his fathers footsteps, A man of the woods. Hunting, Collecting hides and all the other riches the forest has to offer. Grew to be a strong young man as he learnt the way of the forest. His father was handy with a sword and would go serve lords for extra coin. Coen learnt to fight with sword and axe as his father did, The coin his father brought home usually covered repair costs, seemed a man should learn to fight. Life was a steady cycle of hunting, gathering and setting out to the settlements and selling what they had. Settlements brought excitement, friendship, women and drink. His youth and young adulthood had shaped him well both physically and in the way of the world. Although the way of the world was interesting, his true passion was for the forests. He began to venture out, challenge himself with hunts into the snowy mountains and learn the hidden lessons found in being alone, surviving. He joined his father in combat one spring, better coin and better chances of coming back with the two of them going. Turned out well, Coen was a good shot with a bow and had a strong, fast arm with the sword. They came home with more coin, able to buy extra luxuries. As it does there came a day his father fell in a conflict, His mother passed and he was alone. He wasn't hurt by their passing, he was a man of the forest. Life and death are all a part of nature. He Took their passing as a sign, a sign he was no longer tied to the cabin. He packed all the belongings into the roof of the cabin, boarded it up and set out. He tapped the ashes out of his pipe onto the fire and packed away his pipe. Running his knife along the bone of the stag the last piece of meat drops onto a wooden bowl. "sleep soon. Be in town tomorrow and i'll have to have my wits about me." He got up and looked to his hide bedroll and then to the stag carcass. "Been doing well."
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