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Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

"We?"......what do you mean, We?!?!?

Hopefully its "we", as in your suffering from multiple personality disorder.
And not "we" as in the RP group collective, cuase that would be just...wrong.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

-- perks a brow --

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AsYouWish said
. Ha ha ha. You're so goofy!

Umm, yeah....but that's why you like me

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Asgeirr made his way down to the common room, which, except for the more amorous couples, served as sleeping quarters for all who lived in the keep. This was done during the winter season in effort to conserve firewood, since a large firepit was the rooms centerpiece, but now that the planting season was only just a few more weeks away, everyone would be back to their own quarters. He mingled among the Servants with comfortable ease, his Father had taught him that just because a person serves another, makes them no less worthy of respect,"Keep a firm hand", he could hear his Father saying,"But be fair, equal in justice, and speak a kind word now and again, and they will be more faithful to you then to their own lover's", Asgeirr sighed deeply, he missed his Father greatly and tried his best to honor his memory, by overseeing the Southlands and its people in much the same fashion as his Father did.

Asgeirr was talking with the Blacksmith about needing more iron for the making of plow shears when a guard came hurriedly into the room followed by what appeared to be a courier of the King, as they approached him the guard spoke,"A courier from the Palace, Lord Renouf, says his an urgent message for you". The Courier, began to go into introduction as if they were at a Royal Court affair, but Asgeirr waved the man off, "Get on with your business lad, we're not at the Palace, now what brings you to my Keep?". The Courier, slightly taken aback by the casualness of it all, held out a parchment with the Kings seal,"From his Majesty, M'Lord", Asgeirr took the parchment with a bemused look, "So I gathered, my thanks", he turned to the guard, "Show this man to the kitchen, no doubt he's in need of a hot meal", then he turned back to the Courier, "Return to me once you've eaten and rested awhile". Asgeirr broke the seal, unrolled the parchment and read it, then read it again, then moved to the center of the room and called for silence. Once the room had quieted, he began,

"I have just gotten word that the King is coming here and will be staying awhile to conduct matters of the Crown with the Queen of the South, I'm certain he will bring his own people to tend to his personal needs, as will the Queen, but in any event, all manners of Court etiquette will be in place, anything heard or seen DOES NOT go outside these walls, or repeated amongst yourselves, as your Lord, and member if the Kings court, it will be my duty to administer punishment upon any offender and I will not be lenient in my duty, now rest well this eve, for on the morrow there will be much to do in way of preparation". With that said he called for his Head of Household, Chief Cook, and stable Master and talked to each in turn, to the Head of Household, he gave orders for the Keep to be cleaned from top to bottom and fresh bedding and linen to be brought in, and for his belongings to be removed from his room, for the King to use. To the Master Cook, he gave leave to gather whatever was needed to prepare his best dishes during the Kings stay. And to the Stable Master, he gave orders for his own animals to be moved to neighbouring farms to make room for Kings men's and horses, and to bring in as much hay and oats as he could.

He called for his own horse, he needed to see the Garrison Commander next, patrols and outposts along the borderlands had to be posted, as he rode he chanced to see a familiar head of red not far off in the woods, of course everyone that lived in the Southlands knew of the fiery red haired woman with the fiery temper to match, those that crossed her once, rarely dared to do it twice, or so the rumors were told. He reined in his horse and called to her, "Good eve Frija, Daughter of Gratir, I trust you and your Father are both well?, I would ask to call upon him this eve, for I have need of his barns to the north of his fields and will pay a fair price for the use of them for the next several days".

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Wow, I've never even seen jell-o move like that.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Ok, I'll post that a courier from the palace bring a message from the General then, letting him know his keeps been "volunteered", to host the King and south Queen.

The Shadows of Aeios

Arameus Brantly
Woods outside the City of Deliar

Arameus strapped the two deer carcasses on the back of his horse, then looked to the sky, by the look of it and increasing chill of the air there would be more snow falling before dawn of the next day. Normally he would of only needed to take one deer, but this winter season had already been unexpectedly harsh, especially on the game herds which was evident by the two bucks he'd tracked and killed, both were visibly under nourished and several pounds lighter then they normally would of been in the middle of the winter season.

He grabbed the horses reins and started back north to Deliar, given the already deep snow, the trip back took longer then usual and by the time he reached the City, it was well pasted dark. He past a few guards, some on patrol, but most, it seemed by they're manner and attitude, had spent the night drinking, those on patrol that stopped to inquiry whom he was and why he was out on the street, bid a quick greeting and went back to patrolling once they'd gotten close enough to see the emblem of the Ranger Corps pinned to his cloak, those that had been drinking, were smart enough to know they didn't have enough liquid courage to tangle with a Ranger, even if he were on his own.

He passed the Boot Buckle Inn, decided the place too crowded for a quick mug of ale and continued on to the orphanage, where he rapped his knuckles on the kitchen entrance, made his apologises for his lateness to the Cook who opened the door sputtering curses for having been roused at such an hour, but happily took the offering of the two bucks, in return offering the use of the barn, hay and some oats for the Rangers horse. Arameus however insisted on paying for the oats and hay, knowing the lack of funds an Orphanage had, then after an exchange of pleasantries, he made his way to the barn and found a stall for the horse, gave her hay and water and a quick brush down, then finally a small portion of oats before going over to a pile of hay and laying out his bedding and furs and settling in for the rest of the night.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Since the South Queen knows about this meeting, is safe to presume that's words already been sent to Asgeirr ?

TSA CS storage.

Arameus

"I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire".

Name :
Arameus Brantly
Gender :
Male
Age and birthday :
Born in the year 1278, 2nd of September..
Origin :
Member of the Ranger Corps.
Length and build :
5'10", muscular build.
Weight :
170 pounds
Sexuality :
Hetro.

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Appearances :

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Occupation :
Ranger
Favorite phrase/saying :
"Justice without force is powerless, Force without justice is tyrannical".
Favorite Food :
Venison, rabbit, duck
Favorite Weather and Season :
Spring, partly cloudy day with a light breeze.
Patron God/Goddess :
Brafald, God of Order and Justice
Irtan, God of Courage and Chance/Luck
Miri, Goddess of Rain and Wind

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Personality :
To outsiders who dont know him, he tends to be quiet, reserve and observant, though self-confident in his abilities, he's not boisterous or display's in aire of bravado .most times his demeanor is taken as being aloof, Standoffish and with more than a measure of arrogance. He can, but rarely makes friends easily, but is not a fool, placing his full trust only in those who prove worthy of it.To friends,he is attentive, kind and protective. Has a sense of responsibility and justice to those under his care that is difficult to shake off, even while miles away,and it influences most of his decisions.Does not acquire wealth and skill for himself; he thinks of how the riches and new wealth can be put to better use for the Widowed and Orphaned, such as he had been. Though he prefers to seek a peaceful solution to problems, he's not hesitant to take up arms in defense of the weak and innocent, he's no push over for once engaged in combat he can be ruthless and overpowering, fully intent on winning. To others who dont know him, he tends to be quiet, reserve and observant, though self-confident in his abilities, he's not boisterous or display's in aire of bravado .most times his demeanor is taken as being aloof, Standoffish and with more than a measure of arrogance.

History :
Born an illegitimate child to some Lord of Phavir, whose name he doesn't remember, Arameus hardship started early. When his mother died to a thief who got carried away when Arameus was only seven, his noble father, unsympathetic and unwilling to openly take on the burden of a bastard, sent him to the orphanage and being among the youngest in the orphanage,he and the rest of the kids his age grew accustomed to being bullied and beaten on by the older orphans who then stole thier meager rations and bedding on cold winter nights. As he grew older and the growth spurts began,he took it upon himself to defend and protect the younger orphans, Clive Windholm a Senior Ranger,at the time, (now deceased)and provider of fresh game every so often for the orphanage took notice of him and after the passing of a season, arranged for Arameus to become his Apprentice and trained him relentlessly in the art of the Longbow, wilderness lore and adhereance to the code of chivalry of the Rangers, preping him to be able to take the Trials of the Ranger himself one day. These days. Arameus serves as one of the Veteran Ranger of the Corps and has no set region he patrols, but travels about and goes where the Council deems him needed.

Theme song :
WIP

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Clothing and/or armor :
The Ranger’s cloak . Leather Armor.
wears clothes of various shades of green and brown depending on the season.
Tools and weapons :
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Name:
Longbow
Description :
Made of Yew wood, rather plain looking bow, but he keeps it in top conditioned.
Appearance :

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Name :
Dual knives.
Description :
Twin crafted blades, primarily used for defense.
Appearance :

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Name :
Aylisa
Description :
Born, raised and trained as a Ranger horse, Aylia is known for her swiftness.
Appearance :

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Skill/Abilities :
-Highly skilled marksman, second best to Owen Fenix.
-Highly skilled at stealth and moving about undetected.
- Highly skilled at tracking and survivng in the wilderness.
- Skilled horse rider,better then most, except for Knights.
- Skilled with dual swords, can hold his own.
-Skilled with healing herbs and salves for wounds and cuts.
-Skilled at fletching.

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Traits
-Has keen eyesight.
-Has a high level of endurance.
-Has a strong sense of Justice, and believes no one should be beyond the Law of the land.
-mis-trusting of most anyone outside of the Ranger Corps.
- Has a soft spot for Orphans and Widows and instant dislike of anyone that abuses them.

Female seeking Males or Females for Yuri.

Yuri?
Is that something Russian?