Thannon

Skin: Semi-Armoured

Bid: 150 minas
Discord: MrIronThing#5848

Ellathor Vanari would get ready for the occasion, reading again the invitation from the table, a smile forming on his face.

Ellathor Vanaris hums in thought, seated at the table with Eugeo @Suicidium and Elsil'Ceru @AnonymousAlexa, disappointed in his performance in the last game. "Let's hear it."

33 minutes ago, Suicidium said:

Eugeo de Astrea consumes his fries at the sports bar at the White Bear Tavern as he seats on the edge of his seat, joining calls from Ellathor Vanari @MrIronThing and Elsil'Ceru @AnonymousAlexaat chanting at the team coach! @cappor

 

 

[!] Pinned on the noticeboards of nations, settlement and at crossroads there is a note about a type of competition.

"Good day or evening!

This might be the first time seeing something of this sorts

A competition for the ones bold with words

To the White Bear tavern you shall travel
More to you shall be unraveled.

Common has been the tongue used between the races. Used to tell stories from great periods of wars and peace, to the gossips among cities. For this reason, In Elysium, this year at the White Bear tavern of the Snow's Maiden, flyting matches are being held where two competitors will engage into a three round match where a judge will decide the winner. The person who wins three matches will be rewarded a pouch of minas. Let all show signs of talent."

-Signed,

Ellathor Vanari, Lord Commander of Elysium.

Nice

Ellathor rises before the sun would and walks out of the house with an ink pot in his left hand, making his way to Volfeinz Keep. When he arrives in the courtyard he looks over the noticeboard and reads Aech's letter, after he'd walk closer to read Brian's, making a thoughtful expression form. He enters the keep and sighs in relief as the warm inside made the morning chill fade, walking in the kitchen hall he greets the rangers that would be there with a small smile and wave of his free hand. Ellathor walks in the Lord Commander's office and the places the ink pot on the table, leaning back in his palms against it, he sighs and slowly taps the table with a finger, thinking on the letters his mind was brought to the council meeting regarding the title he now has. " 'Far from perfect'. " He quotes from Aech's letter and hums, raising his gaze from his thoughts. "Who are we not to listen?"

The cavalry charges.

"Thank you" Ellathor Vanari says smiling to one of the couriers as they give him a flyer. He hums reading it "Now would be a good time to visit my old home." Would laugh faintly, raising his gaze from the flyer, the brows slightly furrowed asking himself "I wonder if I still have that blue paint..."

RP Name: Ellathor Vanari

IGN: MrIronThing

Ellathor Vanari takes the flyer from a board in Elysium after an older man nailed it on the board after a pigeon dropped it on the street. He holds it in his hands, reading it. "A tournament!" He exclaims. "I will win this one." would say confidently, tucking the flyer in his pocket and making his way towards his house.

Tannon, arriving in Elysium a few days ago after scouting in the forests of Krugmar and Elveness for months, would be sitting at his desk in Vorfeude Keep at a late hour, drawing a sketch of a ranger armor, smiling as he liked how the sketch was turning out to be. He'd turn his head to a scout that walked out of the lift, holding a missive in his hand and giving it to Tannon, saying "King Sven is dead." Tannon's eyes widen for a moment hearing this, nodding to the scout and gesturing for him to leave and reading the missive. Throwing it on the desk after he red it. He'd take a deep breath as he rested his hand on the desk, clutching his fist and hitting the desk as hard as he could in anger, sighing heavily after he hit the desk, leaning back in his chair.

"It is for decoration"  Remi Hari would reply to Vivian as he crosses his arms over his chest, peering at the demands, nodding once. "And a personal invitation from the Emperor of Oren to the palace would be nice...only if you can o' course."

Tannon takes a seat at the meeting table in Vorfeude Keep, resting his feet on the table, reaching with his right hand for the missive. He widens his eyes as he reads it, taking his feet off the table "By this  realm...they act like mad dogs" He'd say in a small surprised tone as he scratches his right cheek "But again they hide in the maple forest, as the creatures lurking" He puts the missive on the table before rising up and dons his helmet, leaving the room.

Skin: Wasteland
Bid: 100 minas
Discord: MrIronThing#5848

Tannon reads the missive from a street in Elysium, raising his head to look at the wall. He chuckles, thinking that he waited three days on the wall with more others at his side, waiting for Oren to attack, to rescue their commander "Not bad"

He would say before being on his way, the smile of the chuckle still on his expression.

(( Username: MrIronThing ))

Name: Tannon Svartvind

Event : Olbard solo, Melee

I don't see why this wouldn't be good

(OOC)

MC Name: MrIronThing

How active are you?: Pretty active in the evenings

Discord: Durumir#5848

Timezone: EET

(RP)

RP Name: Durumir Stormfist

Gender: Male

Note: likes to say sorry a lot

MC Name: MrIronThing

How active are you?: lightly

Discord: Durumir#5848
Timezone: EET(Romania)
RP Name: Durumir Stormfist
Gender: male