Sekritter

Knighthood- Closed

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Goodnight Desdemona, Good Morning Juliet.

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Yeah sorry, the show I'm in opened this week so up until Monday I'm just swamped.

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I've got a mask. Who wants to be in my club?

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Sorry I haven't posted in a while guys, life's been kind of busy.

I'll be back on top of things by tomorrow.

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Kind of rushed this, but Peredur is up.

I'll probably go through and proofread a little later today.

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And So It Begins

Sekritter

Day 1, Crack of Dawn

Peredur

So, this is where we wish to begin my tale, eh? I suppose there are worse places to begin, and this was definitely the beginning of new chapter. But forgive me, if I'm less than ecstatic, after all, what man enjoys hearing that there life only had meaning from a certain point on. Was the rest of my life truly that boring? But I digress, there will hopefully come a day when I can relay the marvelous story of my origins. I'm sure you would all love to hear the tale of how a simple son of a carpenter became the great man you see before you.

What? Do you doubt me? Do you reject that I was the miracle child of an ordinary carpenter?

Well, believe what you will, however I suppose if we're going to do this, I should lay forth a few ground rules.

Number one, since I'm going to be revealing so much about myself, I suppose it's only fitting that I gave you my word. Contrary to my usual nature, I'll refrain from lying, only truths regarding this tale will escape my tongue. Which, mind you, will be quite difficult, but it wouldn't make for a very good tale if you doubted my every word. So trust me alright? When it comes down to it, you'll hear the truth.

Rule number two, keep in mind that while this may be rather personal for me, for the sake of continuity I won't be addressing you all that much later on. After all, this is my story, not yours, so just shut up and listen to me the entire time. Comprehendo? Don't get too annoyed when I stop referring to you by pronoun. All this "you" business is just a temporary thing for settling in.

Number three, certain details will remain in my own jurisdiction, it's a fun little tale but I need not tell you everything? Half my life is probably spent in the bathroom, asleep or both at the same time, you don't need to hear about those little escapades. Simply put, I reserve to right to hold certain details back.

Number four, well, we can skip number four.

Finally, and most importantly, is rule number five. Simply put as I am entrusting you with my tale, I trust that you will trust me to be a trustworthy person who you can trust and receive the trust of, to this purpose offer up your trust to prove the worth of my trust in this trustworthy embarking of my tale. Confused? Don't be. Just... trust me.

Alright, I've wasted enough time, let's begin in earnest.

The morning, started like any other, I awoke in my room within the Knight's tower. A lovely little space granted thanks to the degree of dedication I'd shown as a knight in this order. It was an odd experience for me to serve as a knight, old virtues of chivalry seemed less than worthwhile, they were something to be reserved for my youth. Then again, these hypocrites seemed less knightly in their manner and more like some odd mixture of a police force and a PMC. But who am I to complain, I'm getting paid, and receiving room and board, to punch people in the face. Well, sometimes I cut them in half, and sometimes I just talk them to death, there was that one time I escorted a donkey to its home, oh, and I once tied a man to a goat for ease of travel, but yeah, I basically get paid to punch people.

I went on a tangent again didn't I?

So I awoke that morning, dragged myself out of bed. Brushed my teeth, took a shower, and otherwise underwent a fairly normal morning routine. Truth be told I was fairly proud of myself, I'm generally not an early riser, but I was up at the crack of dawn that morning. At most places I've frequented that would have been enough to leave me as the first one up, but the guys at this tower tended to be a bit too disciplined for my tastes.

But again, I can't complain, I'm getting paid to punch people.

So there I was, crack of dawn, hearing tale that the Master of Blades was currently available. I hadn't had the pleasure of interacting much with him in the past, but I had heard of his considerable skill. Normally I'd be a bit more skeptical, but when you were named Master of Blades in a tower full of swordsmen, you kind of had to some semblance of credibility to your name.

As I walked towards the training fields, a location I had garnered from one of the handful of knights still up, I couldn't help but think how quiet the tower was at this time of day. Normally, the tower was a bustle with all sorts of knights setting off on daring quests and challenging jobs. The noise of the place oft rivaled that of local pubs. Honestly the size of the crowds were something I could probably do without, I'm a quiet guy, loud noises don't suit me. However to hear things this quiet was, truth be told, unnerving, for the whole tower was but a man on his death bed.

I guess that spoke volumes about this mess of current affairs.

I swear, if not for the great perks, I would never have taken this job.

But again, paid to punch people.

As I walked out onto those training fields, I was greeted by an even eerie silence. Only a single man, practicing his sword form, laid claim to the fields at this hour. It was a rather peaceful sight, watching a master hone his craft, rather like the drunken samurai I once trained under. I actually felt a little bad for interrupting him, but there wasn't much I could do it.

"Yo." I raised a hand in greeting accompanied by a jovial grin.

I was good at those.

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I'll have a post up soon, sorry for the delay.

Peredur will probably be meeting with the Master of Blades.

Raiden Route shall be achieved.

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Skype has started working for me again.

Also the web version seems to be working fine for everyone.

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Skype name and Guild name are the same here as well.

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Right I put it in a quote like that.

Here you go:

Silas Whitepaw

Name: Silas Whitepaw
Alias: White Shadow, Brother White, Blue-Eyed Bastard
Age: 42
Race: Fae-Gæian
Personality: Silas has never been too hard to figure out; he is generally loud, obnoxious, and almost always found somewhere causing some sort of trouble. Beneath all of the flaws however, he is kind and loyal individual who takes great pride in being the one that ensures that none of his friends comes to any harm. In his line of work he has earned a reputation for being neigh uncatchable so he tends to keep himself as much of an enigma as possible lest his enemies find out the truth about him.
History: Within the forests surrounding the Plains of Irith resides the Whitepaw family, servant family of the leaders of the realm the Cottontails. Born as the eldest of the clan Silas Whitepaw quickly gained a reputation as the troublesome child quickly showing an aptitude for causing chaos and disrupting the norm of society. Although he was troublesome child he quickly began showing signs of becoming a powerful soldier both on and off the battlefield, so in lieu of actual punishment Silas' father sent him to train under the commander of the Cottontail's elite soldier regiment, Brother Alexander 'Four Blade' Cottontail.

As his training progressed he showed great prowess in dual swordsmanship although his studies in the warriors art of Saudo was lacking so instead of giving him a position that he could truly excel in and gave him the position that no other Whitepaw could have ever dream of. Silas became leader of the Brotherhood of Shadows, the spymaster of the entire realm and together with his brother Irving the pair saved numerous lives with the work that others were too proud to do. For decades the pair served faithfully and stopped several wars with the dirty work and for a time there was a point where Silas was actually happy with life although he had a feeling that something was going to end it all. Unfortunately Silas was right.

As the years marched on Silas' spies began hearing rumors about a conspiracy involving someone within the Cottontail family and the next in the lineage. Months passed as Silas and Irving did everything possible to warn the head of the Cottontails and even his father turned him away believing that his claims were superficial and held no merit. Seeing that no one would believe them Silas took his Brotherhood of Shadows and marched upon the perpetrators who looked to end the young Cottontail life and did what he was taught to do, Silas himself killed the brother of the king. Once the deed was done Silas was confronted by Brother Four Blade and the retinue of the finest soldiers the Cottontails had to offer and after a short battle the Brotherhood made an escape after suffering major losses.

Now left homeless and cast out of their own family Silas led Irving across the Plains to an uncertain future. For a time the pair lent themselves out as sellswords, putting their talents to use as assassins for hire in the hopes that they might find a new home somewhere beyond their old forests. Eventually finding the Knights of Star the two finally found a place could call home. Silas once again took on the role as spymaster and Irving began making creations for the other Knights. Only time will tell if they keep this life.
Reason for Recruitment: Silas had no other choice, after being cast out of his home he travled to Angel's Landing hoping to find another home.
Strength of Will: Greater
Magic:
Wild Magic

• Into the Fade:One of the few innate traits that Silas possesses, he is able to temporaraly pass into the etheral world known as the Fade. While within this place he becomes invisible and able to fool most forms of detection, although prolonged time spent within this plane gives its natrual denezins the oppertunity to find Silas.
• Phantasmal Images:Perhaps one Silas' more well known abilities, channels the the ambiant magic around him to create phantoms images of himself. While the images are incorporeal and can do no real harm anyone or anything, they are perfect for Silas to misdirect and cause confusion among the enemy ranks.

God Relations:
Qtelneick and Xandruis- Known to Silas as Serian and Corinth respectivly, Silas does his best to stay in both of their favor as it leads to a more successful time in his line of work.
Tech-All of Silas' tech was built by his younger brother Irving.

• The Serpent's Fangs- A pair short swords/daggers that have been mechanically altered to fit Silas' needs. The blades have been fitted with Irving's own reinvention of high-frequency blades, as the blades vibrate on a molecular level a built in storage tank doles out a consistent dosage of a homemade toxins.
• Wrist Mounted Silenced Crossbow- Another of Irving's inventions this miniaturized crossbow has been altered and modified
  to the point where it is almost impossible to see the original thing. As well as firing a number of specialized bolts and standard bolts, it also has an experimental positronic hard-light generator that allows Silas to energy bolts of varying degrees.
• Mana Grenades- Silas has found an interesting combination between these and some explosive tips from his crossbow. They make
  for a rather nice explosion.
• Modified Brotherhood Armor- Modified by Irving to give maximum protection from all manner of damage.

Possessions:
Saudo's Honor- A katana-styled sword made by Irving upon completion of his training. Silas treasures this above all else.
Skills:

• Master Swordsman
• Spymaster
• Capable Machinist
• Owner of a wide information network.