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  1. Freyja Ragnarrssdottir Mösu Easing the Growing Pains of Balian Balian is no longer a young nation, and it is past time that it be preoccupied with a young nation’s struggles. Too long have its citizens suffered under threat of banditry; too long have they lived in fear of darkspawn, vampyres, and other such bloodthirsty creatures living in their midst. Now is not the time for our Senators to content themselves with promising its citizens pastries and goodies. Balian is no more a tender yearling; it is a full-grown nation, and you must elect strong leaders who will ensure the safety of its citizens and the security of the realm. Look no further than Freyja Ragnarrssdottir Mösu, Baroness-Regent of Ciavola. Rising to power out of a family ravaged both by vampirism and by Balian’s inconsistent response to the threat of darkspawn, and being a devout Canonist herself, she vows to codify Balian’s stance towards spooks and to strictly enforce this new code. Just as spooks have torn apart her family, so Freyja will not let the same thing happen to her new family of Balian. She will work alongside Balian’s Inquisitors to make sure that no spooks can apply for citizenship within Balian’s walls. Neither will any spooks who are currently citizens be able to rest easy, growing fat and rich without fear of discovery. As Senator, with the help of Balian’s Royal Inquisition, Freyja will launch a city-wide Inquisition to root out the decay in our midst, so that one man need not mistrust his brother within the walls of Atrus. In this way, she will make sure that no child of Balian must lie awake in fear of monsters lurking in their midst. Coming from a line of belligerent warriors, Freyja also well understands the importance of defending Balian’s citizens from bandits and thieves. The camel caravans have made the road to Balian more secure, but danger still lurks between the Oasis and the Stairway to Heaven. Freyja will help to ensure that Balian soldiers regularly patrol the road to the Oasis, so that the citizenry of Balian may feel adequately protected by their rulers. She will also help to arm every head of household, so that the men and women of Balian may protect their own and become feared by every two-bit gang of ne’er-do-wells. In these ways, as Senator, Freyja Mösu will play an active role in the defense and security of the Kingdom of Balian. A woman of action, a fervent patriot, a devout Canonist, a capable leader, a mother and sister to every citizen of Balian: these are but a few descriptors of Freyja Ragnarssdottir Mösu. Vote for peace. Vote for safety. Vote for security. Vote for Freyja Mösu.
  2. Rustler Retirement ↫————————————————————————————————↬ Many years ago, two young mali’ker shared a dream: a dream of enough glory and gold to earn them a rightful place in the annals of history. Such produced itself. Hundreds of raids. Hundreds of coin. Hundreds of the realm’s highest caliber of warriors united to achieve this seemingly impossible goal. Against all odds, their dream came to fruition. But as with all dreams, there must come a time to wake. As of this day, I, Elsil’Ceru, herby disband the Company of the Rustlers. May our name live on to inspire and frighten the many children of generations to come. May it frighten the minds of battleborn soldiers. May it frighten even the craven who hide in the dark. Relish in retirement, brothers and sisters. We made good coin and shared countless laughs. For that, I am forever grateful. ↫————————————————————————————————↬ Elsil’Ceru, Rustler Boss Blair ‘Mal’Ceru’ Fester, Retired Rustler Boss
  3. You cant run from your sins. = + = Flavius Xolol, a freshfoot, from traveling to many cities and meeting many people to becoming something he couldn't escape. Flavius loved to explore new places and met extremely nice people. As a young guy he was alone, his old man... a humble farmer died of sickness and the young guy would venture out to a world he'd never imagine. Flavius settled in The beautiful city of Talon's Port. Now known as Vortice He collected many memories with his friends in the north, the forest, and the keep he lived in for sometime. Feeling distressed about his home and his colleagues's internal issues. Flavius was forced to make a choice... The poor human, greatly influenced by his own desperate need for adrenaline and action, chose the side of the aggressors. Talon's port received many attacks from his colleagues which in many ways hurt him. After returning to Vortice one night. He'd realize Talon's port was not the same as he left it as. His friends now gone... his home now replaced. but what truly crushed him, was the constant suppression of his feelings that haunted him for sleepless nights. One day the young human, who once believed in helping everyone, did the most selfish act of his life. Flavius Xolol , feeling guilty, took own his life drowning near Vortice waters. (OOC NOTE): FIRST RUSTLER PK POG
  4. THE START OF THE LONG DISPUTE [!] A well drawn picture of a few rustlers outside of the gates of Elvenesse. Just over two years had passed since the last attack on the Woodland Realm. The elves of Elvenesse had thought they were safe... But everything changed when the Rustlers attacked. Today is a day of triumph. The Wardens- cowards. Sitting high up in their towers, useless to the onslaught the Rustlers brought upon them. Arrows flying through the air- falling upon rock and dirt, only to be picked up and loaded into the crossbows of the very Rustlers they were shooting at. No iron clashed upon any soldier, no blood was spilt. - The citizens took their place. Massacred, robbed from, forced into hiding during the slaughter. No Wardens on horses rode through the city. Instead, they hid in their tower in an act of cowardice. Time and time again, Elvenesse has lied - coming up with continuous nonsense about winning raids, killing people, and the ‘might’ of their cowardly army. No more shall it continue. They shall be brought to light for their chants of ‘victory’ over the likes of the Orcs, Rustlers, and Ferrymen. This marks the start of the long dispute. [!] A well drawn picture of the rustlers after they stole a painting of an elven warrior. [!] A well drawn picture of the rustlers.
  5. [!] A majestic hawk would deliver a letter to Owyn de Joannes, Regent of Sedan ((@Emery)). The letter would be neatly folded and sealed with the crest of The Rustlers. To Owyn de Joannes, the House of de Joannes, and all those who align themselves with the Goats of Sedan, I am aware of what you have done. Rest assured that this is both your first and final warning. Should any Goat lay a finger upon any of my men again, there will be trouble. While we do not wish to pursue conflict, we will not hesitate to do so, should your dishonorable acts persist. Heed my advice, men of Sedan: Beware the blue bandana. Signed, Elsil’Ceru, Rustler Boss Signed, Elsiimah’Ceru, Rustler Boss
  6. __Clocky

    The Syndicates

    The Syndicates “Strength from Unity” The two mali’ker left their Sedanian armor behind them as they set out. Though they served as good and loyal Goats for many years, Elsil’Ceru had determined that her time had come. She had been a follower for many years, but now it was time for her to be a leader. A day prior, she had discussed her plans with her brother. “Speaking of the Goats...I've been thinking of leaving,” began Elsil, hesitant as she formulated such words. “And what do we do afterwards?” queried her brother, Elsiimah’Ceru, in response. Though he began reluctant as well, he went on nonetheless. “The goats did not quite let us have our own freedom in doing things.” “What if…we started our own group? Mercenaries? Bandits, perhaps? It isn't honorable, but I've been thinking…thinking of the minas.” Elsil was right. It was not honorable, nor was it ethical by any means, but it was profitable. Her moral judgement had been completely clouded by the temptation of minas and wealth. As the Ceru siblings departed from the Sedan encampment, they couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt. Was this truly the right decision? Despite their hesitance, they continued to stray further and further from the place they had called home for many years. Only time would tell if they had made the right choice.
  7. [!] A horde of birds would be flying over the capital of each Canonist city or settlement, dropping letters on which human eyes are attached, which would suit the message of this letter. [!] THE BUCKRIDERS You may not see us, but we see you, we watch every step you make into the forests of your Empire or Kingdom, as we ride through the nightsky with our commander Iblees. Your days have been counted. Keep an eye on the nightsky when you are outside, you may see us ride upon our goats gifted by the Daemons who carry these dead bodies back to where they belong, the Void. We claim the murder of tons of people, our existance, is the reason why you do not see these people anymore. Only us know, where they are, and where they are captured. You may curse us, if that pleases you, but know if you do, we shall ride into your residence and kill anyone who is dear to you, and take their miserable souls back into the Void. Your God, can not protect you against us, we are the standing army of our Master, Iblees. You all, shall be paying for the blood that has been spilled due to your pride. You either acknowledge our existance, or we shall burn your properties as we burn the uncountable bodies that we took from the graves and attached their eyes to each letter. Keep an eye on the nightsky, as we are always present. We are not recognized in the light, but surely recognized in the dark nightsky, We are watching you. Yours sincerly,
  8. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________________________ This is just a simple little page I've put together with examples of my skins! My PMC Scroll down and open the spoilers to reveal the examples. :0 Latest: Edits made: -Added 'Other' spoiler -Requests Closed -PMC added -Halfling and human spoilers added. Request Form: CLOSED Username- Description- Ref- What will you pay with? (Mina, items, etc)- CLOSED..
  9. Slave with Great Potential for Sale! BIDS STARTING AT 1000 MINA! -Signed, Damian
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