The Legends of Eroris: Arrival |OOC|Fantasy-Medieval|

[Everhall]

I guess I can put in a Mage's Guild. It'll have bases in all cities of Eroris as of now!

Let's name it the Erorisian Mage Guild.

The Denomyn is Erori.

Also I should name it after a God of magic and time: The School of Kuruth

[Federal States of Xathuecia]

I like it. App will be up later today or tomorrow.

Can you at least give me his name, so I can finish my app?

Teomdil Letaire

[Albertae]

Can you at least give me his name, so I can finish my app?

Teomdil Letaire

Alright.

[Albertae]

Done!
Abus Exicum
Race: He is a Half-Reach/Half-Nord male.
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Abus' is 5' 8" weighing in at 121 pounds with a average build. He has dirty blonde hair and fair skinned. His greatest features is his cheekbones making him a very enticing and charismatic person, not counting his manipulative spells.
Class: Spellsword
Equipment:
Armor: Abus' dons a hardened leather half-robe with a steel cuirass, steel gauntlets and steel greaves all hidden underneath the hardened leather half-robe
Weapons: Abus' wields a steel broadsword in his right arm while he will use his left hand for spell-casting. He straps a steel dagger to the left side of his steel cuirass underneath his hardened leather half-robe.
Abus' has his own spell book full of Manipulation and Illusion spells, but he a section especially for the time when he starts to create his own spells.
Skills: Manipulation, Illusion, One-Handed, Quick, Sneak
Weaknesses: What do you think his weaknesses would be? I have no clue.
Bio: Abus' was the third and last child of a Half Nord, Half Reachmen family. Abus' birth was not expected, but he was. His mother a woman from the Reach wanted him to become a successful trader and land-holder while his father a Nordic man wanted him to become a renowned warrior of Eroris. The first child of Jord and Alice was Andel. He was decided to become a warrior. Alice pleaded that the next and final child become a trader and land-holder. This child would be named Axel. Jord wasn't a gready husband, so he said the next child will be a successful trader. Then Abus' came and no one knew what to do. Jord and Alice decided to go to a priest of the Nine Ascended. He said,"This child must become a Spellsword!" Jord and Alice looked at each for some sort of guidance, but none was to be seen. This was his destiny.

Abus' oldest brother left when Abus was only 10 to pursue his chosen path as a warrior. He would go north to the Nordic lands and train for years and by the time Abus' turned 16 he'd heard that his brother died fighting in the lands of Valyaria on a quest. This had little effect on Abus as he was too far apart in age when his brother was around. This meant Abus had one brother who had achieved his goals of being a renowned warrior and one brother still alive. Axel and Abus were always close as were their ages, Axel only being 3 years older than Abus. The time finally came when Axel would leave to pursue his adulthood. That left Abus as the last child among the household. He'd been studying the scrolls and spells of manipulation for years, in fact he'd studied them since he was 9. His family wasn't poor and was always able to afford to pay for his studies.

When Abus turned 20 he too had to leave to pursue his path as a Spellsword. Abus' first adventures were in the lands of the Vale. Abus' alone took down a whole bandit camp through his sneaky and manipulative ways and spells. This gave him great recognition among the School of Kuruth and he would be invited to study under an elder named, Teomdil Letaire. Now he travels and studies with his mentor, Teomdil Letaire.
RP Sample:

The Inner Walls of the Highfortress of Claudefux

Jorek and Hadrian spend the whole trip walking back talking about what each other had missed in one another's adventures, however they mostly spoke of what Hadrian had achieved as it was obvious what Jorek had achieved. Hadrian tells of the departure,"I escaped with one-hundred men to start off my mercenary band. We were much too small to be of any use to lords, so we were stuck in the early years working for large caravans and the latter. At a desperate point in my life I started to hire my band out to shady people and on this one eventful night while we are escorting this two seemingly unimportant men out of the city of a faraway slaver city, slavers rush from all sides counting up to be at least two-hundred and fifty men. We were outnumbered and had no chance of survival. They rounded us up and the two men we escorted were soon executed. The rest of us had an even deadlier sentence, slavery. For nine months, I was stuck on different slaver boats constantly trying to be sold. My physique was not that of the interest of customers. I found my chance though when we were at sea, there was a storm as powerful as one-hundred krakens and in a jolt of the waves an object was thrown up and landed on the chains connecting us prisoners. It broke the chain and immediately I knew this was my chance. I rallied the slaves, at least 50 men of different races on the ship. Drow, elf, dwarf, human it did matter to me. We were all the same race in my mind and we all had the same goal. We fought like hell overthrowing the slavers and capturing each and every ship. Those ships you see in the port are only half of the armada I captured. For the next several years we worked for kings and lords alike and I'd switched all of my crew by then. The original slaves had either died or left. Ive had this crew for two years now. And I decided it was time I came back to see you." Jorek took this in and was amazed at what he had been through and congratulated him on his success. "You know I wish to conquer of Alenius soon, Hadrian. And I will certainly need your aid old friend."

At that they have finally made it through the inner walls to the Highfortress building itself. They walk inside and there awaits the advisors in the war room.

War Room

The two friends sit down and await the advisors ideas. The Strategician gets up and motions for everyone to look at the map of Alenius he has sprawled along the table. He points to the forests and how it will be a heavy fight in the trees against the Drow. He then has a chart of the army composition.

Heavy Infantry: 150 All of these are professional.
Men-at-Arms: 600 Two-hundred and fifty of these are professional.
Light Infantry: 250
Spearmen: 600 Three-hundred of these spearman are professional.
Heavy Crossbowmen: 50 All of these are professional.
Light Crossbowmen: 200
Heavy Archers: 200 All of these are professional.
Cav. Archers: 0
Light Archers: 400
Heavy Cavalry: 0
Light Cavalry: 50 All of these are professional.

The strategician then goes on to explain since these are forests mostly that you should rely on your light infantry, men-at-arms, light archers, and heavy archers. Before the strategician can tell the general what he should do, Hadrian speaks up about his own army. "I have 1000 swordsmen I can contribute to the cause as well as 300 archers. The strategician obviously annoyed then continues with what he was about to say and tells the General he needs to lead an eleven-hundred man army on the east side of the line while Jorek leads the 1300 men Hadrian is providing on the west side of the line. The strategician then points to the treasurer for the estimated cost.

"This expedition should cost 2000 gold pieces for our army and whatever amount is discussed for the 1300 hundred men that Hadrian provided.

Hadrian says proficiently,"No charge. I've come back with enough gold to retire for seven eras, and I intend to stay and serve my lord and friend."

The treasurer then makes a relieved gasp noise and continues to say,"The whole expedition will cost 3000 gold pieces for the food and medicinal supplies. The rebuilding and infrastcture will, however cost at least 4000 gold pieces. With the money in our large treasury that will be the equivalent of a small stipend. We shall be fine my lord."

Jorek nods acceptingly and turns to Hadrian first,"Will you accompany me in this invasion?" Hadrian replies with enthusiasm,"I will my lord." Jorek then turns to the general. "Get all of the men prepared, for on the morrow we march to conquer the Drow!"

The Next Day

Men form in lines drilling and practicing early in the morning before leaving the safety of the magnificent city of Jurdek and the Highfortress of Claudefux. Jorek, Hadrian, and the general all meet out in the numerous courtyards going over the plans, strategy, and tactics once more. Each going over checklists of things to make sure things are prepared or loaded.

At 8am in the morning, the soldiers start marching from the city, Jorek and Hadrian to the west, the general to the east. It is said that the further you push into the forests the more evil and horrific the Drow get.

At first they push on with ease, village after village captured and Drow put in quarantine areas after being taken back closer to the city to ensure that no attacks happen. As they get deeper and deeper into the forests though, situations get dire. Drow are attacking left and right up and down. There hasn't been site of settlement for days though and Drow have been playing guerilla tactics for days. There is word that just a few miles south there will be the main compound of the Drow. The capital of the humans that first immigrated to iesone a hundred years ago. The guerilla tactics have gotten so disgustingly horrible that Jorek has resolved to having trees in their path cut down to avoid concealment of tribal Drow and make it easier for supply lines to reach the force.

There is no chance of siege equipment being usable in these conditions. There is only one possible solution. Someone has to sneak over the walls and open them to allow people in. The Drow know if they are bribed and allow these humans in they will be killed as well.

Jorek speaks with Hadrian while they've set up camp in a cleared out space. They've lost fifty men to guerilla tactics by the Drow. Jorek tells Hadrian," You must clamber over the wall during the night at the death hour. Open the gates and let everyone in. Without you we won't be able to take this city and finish off the Drow in Alenius.

Hadrian honored to do this says with pride,"I'd be honored to do this in fact I will do it tonight at midnight. arrange for seven men to escort me with two scout lookouts."

Jorek proud of his old friend pats his deeply on his shoulder and tells him,"Thank you, Hadrian. Thank you." Hadrian leaves to get some sleep before the mission.

Outside of Partheseus' Walls
At the dead hour

Seven men accompany Hadrian as they sneak their way to the wall. Hadrian clambers over the wall quickly due to his nimbleness and agility as well as the boost of his group. He signals for the rest of them to go back to Jorek and tell him that Hadrian will signal with an arrow covered in a sparkling dust. Hadrian slowly walks behind a wall guard grabbing his head tightly and quickly snapping his neck with the ferocity of a cobra. As he gets to a blind spot where he can view the inside and look for the gatehouse he finds it, but to his demise he fails to notice the sleeping guard at his feet. The guard notices the figure as a foreign intruder and throws him over the tower. Two things happen.

First of all, Hadrian doesn't die, but he breaks his leg. Second of all, that guard who threw him over happens to be the captain of the guard. He signals the alarm and in minutes the Drow are alerted. In seconds there is chaos. The lampposts and and lanterns are lit. The surprise attack is now not an option. Hadrian only has one thing in his mind. And that is to open the gate. He limps badly over the gatehouse with devastating amounts of pain going through his body from the fall. He opens the door and starts levering the door shut behind him. He then gets over to the wheel and starts heaving it around and around to open the gate.

Jorek is ready and charges his troops through the gate. Jorek yelling his command,"Charge!!!"

Over 1000 swordsmen charge through the gates and that's when the Drow finally get there. It is an intense battle, with many dieing on each side, but the humans seeming to be in favor of winning. Jorek collides with many men decapitating, severing and spilling the guts of the Drow soldiers. They scream in horror as they realize this is Jorek the Mighty. The man who killed 20 spear men on his own! The human soldiers morale is heavily increased while the drow' morale slowly decreases.

Then a thought comes to Jorek's mind. Where is Hadrian? Panic fills his head and Jorek now cuts down man after man ever so quickly in search of Hadrian. Eventually he reached the gatehouse, and has to ram the door, because of Hadrians leverage in locking the door. There he lies next to the wheel bleeding out rapidly and fainted. His leg is twisted not being noticeable earlier when he was thrown. Jorek panics with fear of his friend dieing quickly upping the pace of helping his friend. He attempts to put pressure on the leg then puts him over his left shoulder as he puts the Greatsword back in its sheath and taking out his shield. He opens the door ramming through many Drow as they realize he is trying to carry a friend out and is only armed with a metal shield. He breaks many jaws, bones and the latter. They back off realizing Jorek the Mighty is mighty even without a sword.

Jorek finally pushes through the crowds to the outside of the gate where wounded are being attended. He calls for a nurse to tend to Hadrian.

He then rushes back into the fight placing his shield back while throwing javelins. With his shear strength he pierced the javelins through many Drow at once, the most begin with three. He doesn't have much aim so few make a hit, however he gets the point to the Drow.

At this point, the battle is heavily advantaged in the humans side and the Drow start fleeing into the city. Human soldiers flood into the city some staying to capture the gate point. The battle is raging on in the inner city as a giant of a Drow moves to fight Jorek. The Drow is much taller than Jorek, but obviously much nimbler. The Drow carries a metal quarter staff being every bit menacing as he can be. Jorek engages him. He gets into a defensive stance knowing his opponent is too much for him to be aggressive with. The Drow swings his metal quarter staff to try and put a large enough dent into Jorek's helmet that he would die of a brain hemorrhage. Jorek is ready in a riposte stance and dents the metal inward heavily. While the Drow, is distracted he swings his Greatsword to cut the man's dominant arm off. The Drow is too slow and bulky failing to react in time losing his army. He wails in pain then with the staff slams it into the side of Jorek's left side. He falls to the ground a small dent in his armor. Jorek is winded getting back up unsteadily. The Drow then kicks his legs out from under him causing Jorek to fall yet again. The Drow is ready to slam the unbent head of the quarter staff into the front part of Jorek's helmet when a crossbow bolt slams into the northwestern corner of the drowns head making blood flush into his eye sockets with him falling down dead, lifeless. Jorek stands up to see Hadrian reloading his compact crossbow. Jorek smiles and once he regains his breath continues the fight after having putting down that monster of a Drow.

By 3:52am in the morning the battle is over. The Drow wouldn't surrender leaving dead bodies everywhere. Those who didn't die fled the city. Jorek has all Drow officials executed in the name of Partheseus, the human who founded this city. All Drow who are willing to assimilate gladly do so, agreeing to also help clear the bodies and clean the streets.

No siege equipment was used making the city mostly fine except for the occasional destroyed home or shop in the event of a raging fight. Partheseus has been captured and the rest of he surrounding villages surrender.

Jorek immediately sends word to the Highfortress that the expedition succeeded. The southern half had been conquered, for the next several months roads will be built and infrastructure upgraded or added. The mountains to the south were now in Jorek's hands. He immediately had mines built solving the metal issues. The whole expedition costed 11000 gold pieces. Families mourn loved ones who died serving their king.

After the battle, Jorek sends for the general to go survey the rest of the south with 250 men that have no family back home and clear way for settlers and caravans full of materials coming southward. The rest return home to see their families and rejoice in Jorek's victory.

Personality: Abus' is a friendly person often taking the easier less combative route.
Likes: To be determined during the IC.
Dislikes: To be determined during the IC.
Voice: He has a charismatic and authoritative voice that comes from his Nordic and Reachman side of his family.
Theme Song:

The PIE! - Don't Remove; For Tracking

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[Everhall]

Done!
Abus Exicum
Race: He is a Half-Reach/Half-Nord male.
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Abus' is 5' 8" weighing in at 121 pounds with a average build. He has dirty blonde hair and fair skinned. His greatest features is his cheekbones making him a very enticing and charismatic person, not counting his manipulative spells.
Class: Spellsword
Equipment:
Armor: Abus' dons a hardened leather half-robe with a steel cuirass, steel gauntlets and steel greaves all hidden underneath the hardened leather half-robe
Weapons: Abus' wields a steel broadsword in his right arm while he will use his left hand for spell-casting. He straps a steel dagger to the left side of his steel cuirass underneath his hardened leather half-robe.
Abus' has his own spell book full of Manipulation and Illusion spells, but he a section especially for the time when he starts to create his own spells.
Skills: Manipulation, Illusion, One-Handed, Quick, Sneak
Weaknesses: What do you think his weaknesses would be? I have no clue.
Bio: Abus' was the third and last child of a Half Nord, Half Reachmen family. Abus' birth was not expected, but he was. His mother a woman from the Reach wanted him to become a successful trader and land-holder while his father a Nordic man wanted him to become a renowned warrior of Eroris. The first child of Jord and Alice was Andel. He was decided to become a warrior. Alice pleaded that the next and final child become a trader and land-holder. This child would be named Axel. Jord wasn't a gready husband, so he said the next child will be a successful trader. Then Abus' came and no one knew what to do. Jord and Alice decided to go to a priest of the Nine Ascended. He said,"This child must become a Spellsword!" Jord and Alice looked at each for some sort of guidance, but none was to be seen. This was his destiny.

Abus' oldest brother left when Abus was only 10 to pursue his chosen path as a warrior. He would go north to the Nordic lands and train for years and by the time Abus' turned 16 he'd heard that his brother died fighting in the lands of Valyaria on a quest. This had little effect on Abus as he was too far apart in age when his brother was around. This meant Abus had one brother who had achieved his goals of being a renowned warrior and one brother still alive. Axel and Abus were always close as were their ages, Axel only being 3 years older than Abus. The time finally came when Axel would leave to pursue his adulthood. That left Abus as the last child among the household. He'd been studying the scrolls and spells of manipulation for years, in fact he'd studied them since he was 9. His family wasn't poor and was always able to afford to pay for his studies.

When Abus turned 20 he too had to leave to pursue his path as a Spellsword. Abus' first adventures were in the lands of the Vale. Abus' alone took down a whole bandit camp through his sneaky and manipulative ways and spells. This gave him great recognition among the School of Kuruth and he would be invited to study under an elder named, Teomdil Letaire. Now he travels and studies with his mentor, Teomdil Letaire.
RP Sample:

The Inner Walls of the Highfortress of Claudefux

Jorek and Hadrian spend the whole trip walking back talking about what each other had missed in one another's adventures, however they mostly spoke of what Hadrian had achieved as it was obvious what Jorek had achieved. Hadrian tells of the departure,"I escaped with one-hundred men to start off my mercenary band. We were much too small to be of any use to lords, so we were stuck in the early years working for large caravans and the latter. At a desperate point in my life I started to hire my band out to shady people and on this one eventful night while we are escorting this two seemingly unimportant men out of the city of a faraway slaver city, slavers rush from all sides counting up to be at least two-hundred and fifty men. We were outnumbered and had no chance of survival. They rounded us up and the two men we escorted were soon executed. The rest of us had an even deadlier sentence, slavery. For nine months, I was stuck on different slaver boats constantly trying to be sold. My physique was not that of the interest of customers. I found my chance though when we were at sea, there was a storm as powerful as one-hundred krakens and in a jolt of the waves an object was thrown up and landed on the chains connecting us prisoners. It broke the chain and immediately I knew this was my chance. I rallied the slaves, at least 50 men of different races on the ship. Drow, elf, dwarf, human it did matter to me. We were all the same race in my mind and we all had the same goal. We fought like hell overthrowing the slavers and capturing each and every ship. Those ships you see in the port are only half of the armada I captured. For the next several years we worked for kings and lords alike and I'd switched all of my crew by then. The original slaves had either died or left. Ive had this crew for two years now. And I decided it was time I came back to see you." Jorek took this in and was amazed at what he had been through and congratulated him on his success. "You know I wish to conquer of Alenius soon, Hadrian. And I will certainly need your aid old friend."

At that they have finally made it through the inner walls to the Highfortress building itself. They walk inside and there awaits the advisors in the war room.

War Room

The two friends sit down and await the advisors ideas. The Strategician gets up and motions for everyone to look at the map of Alenius he has sprawled along the table. He points to the forests and how it will be a heavy fight in the trees against the Drow. He then has a chart of the army composition.

Heavy Infantry: 150 All of these are professional.
Men-at-Arms: 600 Two-hundred and fifty of these are professional.
Light Infantry: 250
Spearmen: 600 Three-hundred of these spearman are professional.
Heavy Crossbowmen: 50 All of these are professional.
Light Crossbowmen: 200
Heavy Archers: 200 All of these are professional.
Cav. Archers: 0
Light Archers: 400
Heavy Cavalry: 0
Light Cavalry: 50 All of these are professional.

The strategician then goes on to explain since these are forests mostly that you should rely on your light infantry, men-at-arms, light archers, and heavy archers. Before the strategician can tell the general what he should do, Hadrian speaks up about his own army. "I have 1000 swordsmen I can contribute to the cause as well as 300 archers. The strategician obviously annoyed then continues with what he was about to say and tells the General he needs to lead an eleven-hundred man army on the east side of the line while Jorek leads the 1300 men Hadrian is providing on the west side of the line. The strategician then points to the treasurer for the estimated cost.

"This expedition should cost 2000 gold pieces for our army and whatever amount is discussed for the 1300 hundred men that Hadrian provided.

Hadrian says proficiently,"No charge. I've come back with enough gold to retire for seven eras, and I intend to stay and serve my lord and friend."

The treasurer then makes a relieved gasp noise and continues to say,"The whole expedition will cost 3000 gold pieces for the food and medicinal supplies. The rebuilding and infrastcture will, however cost at least 4000 gold pieces. With the money in our large treasury that will be the equivalent of a small stipend. We shall be fine my lord."

Jorek nods acceptingly and turns to Hadrian first,"Will you accompany me in this invasion?" Hadrian replies with enthusiasm,"I will my lord." Jorek then turns to the general. "Get all of the men prepared, for on the morrow we march to conquer the Drow!"

The Next Day

Men form in lines drilling and practicing early in the morning before leaving the safety of the magnificent city of Jurdek and the Highfortress of Claudefux. Jorek, Hadrian, and the general all meet out in the numerous courtyards going over the plans, strategy, and tactics once more. Each going over checklists of things to make sure things are prepared or loaded.

At 8am in the morning, the soldiers start marching from the city, Jorek and Hadrian to the west, the general to the east. It is said that the further you push into the forests the more evil and horrific the Drow get.

At first they push on with ease, village after village captured and Drow put in quarantine areas after being taken back closer to the city to ensure that no attacks happen. As they get deeper and deeper into the forests though, situations get dire. Drow are attacking left and right up and down. There hasn't been site of settlement for days though and Drow have been playing guerilla tactics for days. There is word that just a few miles south there will be the main compound of the Drow. The capital of the humans that first immigrated to iesone a hundred years ago. The guerilla tactics have gotten so disgustingly horrible that Jorek has resolved to having trees in their path cut down to avoid concealment of tribal Drow and make it easier for supply lines to reach the force.

There is no chance of siege equipment being usable in these conditions. There is only one possible solution. Someone has to sneak over the walls and open them to allow people in. The Drow know if they are bribed and allow these humans in they will be killed as well.

Jorek speaks with Hadrian while they've set up camp in a cleared out space. They've lost fifty men to guerilla tactics by the Drow. Jorek tells Hadrian," You must clamber over the wall during the night at the death hour. Open the gates and let everyone in. Without you we won't be able to take this city and finish off the Drow in Alenius.

Hadrian honored to do this says with pride,"I'd be honored to do this in fact I will do it tonight at midnight. arrange for seven men to escort me with two scout lookouts."

Jorek proud of his old friend pats his deeply on his shoulder and tells him,"Thank you, Hadrian. Thank you." Hadrian leaves to get some sleep before the mission.

Outside of Partheseus' Walls
At the dead hour

Seven men accompany Hadrian as they sneak their way to the wall. Hadrian clambers over the wall quickly due to his nimbleness and agility as well as the boost of his group. He signals for the rest of them to go back to Jorek and tell him that Hadrian will signal with an arrow covered in a sparkling dust. Hadrian slowly walks behind a wall guard grabbing his head tightly and quickly snapping his neck with the ferocity of a cobra. As he gets to a blind spot where he can view the inside and look for the gatehouse he finds it, but to his demise he fails to notice the sleeping guard at his feet. The guard notices the figure as a foreign intruder and throws him over the tower. Two things happen.

First of all, Hadrian doesn't die, but he breaks his leg. Second of all, that guard who threw him over happens to be the captain of the guard. He signals the alarm and in minutes the Drow are alerted. In seconds there is chaos. The lampposts and and lanterns are lit. The surprise attack is now not an option. Hadrian only has one thing in his mind. And that is to open the gate. He limps badly over the gatehouse with devastating amounts of pain going through his body from the fall. He opens the door and starts levering the door shut behind him. He then gets over to the wheel and starts heaving it around and around to open the gate.

Jorek is ready and charges his troops through the gate. Jorek yelling his command,"Charge!!!"

Over 1000 swordsmen charge through the gates and that's when the Drow finally get there. It is an intense battle, with many dieing on each side, but the humans seeming to be in favor of winning. Jorek collides with many men decapitating, severing and spilling the guts of the Drow soldiers. They scream in horror as they realize this is Jorek the Mighty. The man who killed 20 spear men on his own! The human soldiers morale is heavily increased while the drow' morale slowly decreases.

Then a thought comes to Jorek's mind. Where is Hadrian? Panic fills his head and Jorek now cuts down man after man ever so quickly in search of Hadrian. Eventually he reached the gatehouse, and has to ram the door, because of Hadrians leverage in locking the door. There he lies next to the wheel bleeding out rapidly and fainted. His leg is twisted not being noticeable earlier when he was thrown. Jorek panics with fear of his friend dieing quickly upping the pace of helping his friend. He attempts to put pressure on the leg then puts him over his left shoulder as he puts the Greatsword back in its sheath and taking out his shield. He opens the door ramming through many Drow as they realize he is trying to carry a friend out and is only armed with a metal shield. He breaks many jaws, bones and the latter. They back off realizing Jorek the Mighty is mighty even without a sword.

Jorek finally pushes through the crowds to the outside of the gate where wounded are being attended. He calls for a nurse to tend to Hadrian.

He then rushes back into the fight placing his shield back while throwing javelins. With his shear strength he pierced the javelins through many Drow at once, the most begin with three. He doesn't have much aim so few make a hit, however he gets the point to the Drow.

At this point, the battle is heavily advantaged in the humans side and the Drow start fleeing into the city. Human soldiers flood into the city some staying to capture the gate point. The battle is raging on in the inner city as a giant of a Drow moves to fight Jorek. The Drow is much taller than Jorek, but obviously much nimbler. The Drow carries a metal quarter staff being every bit menacing as he can be. Jorek engages him. He gets into a defensive stance knowing his opponent is too much for him to be aggressive with. The Drow swings his metal quarter staff to try and put a large enough dent into Jorek's helmet that he would die of a brain hemorrhage. Jorek is ready in a riposte stance and dents the metal inward heavily. While the Drow, is distracted he swings his Greatsword to cut the man's dominant arm off. The Drow is too slow and bulky failing to react in time losing his army. He wails in pain then with the staff slams it into the side of Jorek's left side. He falls to the ground a small dent in his armor. Jorek is winded getting back up unsteadily. The Drow then kicks his legs out from under him causing Jorek to fall yet again. The Drow is ready to slam the unbent head of the quarter staff into the front part of Jorek's helmet when a crossbow bolt slams into the northwestern corner of the drowns head making blood flush into his eye sockets with him falling down dead, lifeless. Jorek stands up to see Hadrian reloading his compact crossbow. Jorek smiles and once he regains his breath continues the fight after having putting down that monster of a Drow.

By 3:52am in the morning the battle is over. The Drow wouldn't surrender leaving dead bodies everywhere. Those who didn't die fled the city. Jorek has all Drow officials executed in the name of Partheseus, the human who founded this city. All Drow who are willing to assimilate gladly do so, agreeing to also help clear the bodies and clean the streets.

No siege equipment was used making the city mostly fine except for the occasional destroyed home or shop in the event of a raging fight. Partheseus has been captured and the rest of he surrounding villages surrender.

Jorek immediately sends word to the Highfortress that the expedition succeeded. The southern half had been conquered, for the next several months roads will be built and infrastructure upgraded or added. The mountains to the south were now in Jorek's hands. He immediately had mines built solving the metal issues. The whole expedition costed 11000 gold pieces. Families mourn loved ones who died serving their king.

After the battle, Jorek sends for the general to go survey the rest of the south with 250 men that have no family back home and clear way for settlers and caravans full of materials coming southward. The rest return home to see their families and rejoice in Jorek's victory.

Personality: Abus' is a friendly person often taking the easier less combative route.
Likes: To be determined during the IC.
Dislikes: To be determined during the IC.
Voice: He has a charismatic and authoritative voice that comes from his Nordic and Reachman side of his family.
Theme Song:

The PIE! - Don't Remove; For Tracking

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[The Intergalactic Russian Empire]

Ok, so I think I'm going to bring in a noble house I've used in some other RPs, the Nordskovs (obviously Nords). There's Alaric (the old, honorable head of the family), Thorvald (Alaric's cold and distant, yet still honorable son), Catharina (Thorvald's compassionate twin sister), and Yrain aka "The Kraken" (Alaric's disowned and exiled youngest brother who took up a life of reaving and plundering). That sound ok?

[The Tophat Empire]

Count Wiking The First, Count Of Summerset, General of Reach, Veteran of the Secession

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Race: High Elfe
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 254
Class: Knight-esq
Equipment: when in combat he relies on his master crafted elven weapons and armor, he fights manly with a arming sword and shield, but is well versed in all types of weapon combat, he also at times uses his magic to assist during combat, but only as a compliment. Outside of combat he carries high quality clothing, denoting his high statues, but it's still functional in form, he also carries a Reach forged rapier type of weapon as a status indicator, the weapon itself is made out of a silver looking alloy, with some blue gems along the handle and guard, while functional, he has never used it in live combat(if you want more, just say the word)
Skills: combat using melee weapons, excels at using swords and pikes. A pretty good politician and speaker, pretty good at trading efficiently as well
Weaknesses: first of all, he is an elf, and even if he has been the count for as long as the nation of reach has existed, there are still those in the upper ranks that do not trust him, or even despise him. He is rather useless at using magic, and when he does it takes a lot of effort and energy.
Bio: Originally served with the imperial legions, back before the secession, but he never liked the empire, so when he and the rest of his unit, 100 men got set to the reach to bring it back into the fold 200 years ago, he defected, to his surprise his unit followed him. What followed was a long period of he and his unit proving their loyalty to the Secession. Finally proving their worth when the 101 golden shining suits of armour intervened in the 2nd battle of Summerset, turning the tide and allowing the Reach soldiers time to recuperate and win the battle.

After that the "Gold Company" as they had been called were always at the front, combating the legions that they had once served, once the war was over they had a impressive track record, and as a result wiking as the commanding officer received a promotion to general, and the title of count of Summerset, in commemoration of his unit's efforts in the area. However, out of the 100 men that followed him, only 20 remained, those 20 also got different titles, but since them most have stepped down, or died.

But not wiking, during his 200 year control of the area, he has made the area into a sprawling and rich area, famous for it's wine, but also for it's military, Summerset is on the border of the empire, and a long series of forts and walls protect Reach from the legions that wants it dead. Every man and woman in summerset spends at least one month every winter training in the army, with a army made up a core of professional soldiers, that in case of war will be supported by the inhabitants that all have standard training. (let me know if you want more stuff here)
RP Sample: only recent i got

Personality: professional and down to earth, friendly to his friends
Likes: tea, good wine, peace, organization and neatness
Dislikes: overly fancy clothing and similar tat
Voice: tba
Theme Song: will be added soon
The PIE! - Don't Remove; For Tracking

[Everhall]

Ok, so I think I'm going to bring in a noble house I've used in some other RPs, the Nordskovs (obviously Nords). There's Alaric (the old, honorable head of the family), Thorvald (Alaric's cold and distant, yet still honorable son), Catharina (Thorvald's compassionate twin sister), and Yrain aka "The Kraken" (Alaric's disowned and exiled youngest brother who took up a life of reaving and plundering). That sound ok?

Yep

[Albertae]

Count Wiking The First, Count Of Summerset, General of Reach, Veteran of the Secession

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Race: High Elfe
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 254
Class: Knight-esq
Equipment: when in combat he relies on his master crafted elven weapons and armor, he fights manly with a arming sword and shield, but is well versed in all types of weapon combat, he also at times uses his magic to assist during combat, but only as a compliment. Outside of combat he carries high quality clothing, denoting his high statues, but it's still functional in form, he also carries a Reach forged rapier type of weapon as a status indicator, the weapon itself is made out of a silver looking alloy, with some blue gems along the handle and guard, while functional, he has never used it in live combat(if you want more, just say the word)
Skills: combat using melee weapons, excels at using swords and pikes. A pretty good politician and speaker, pretty good at trading efficiently as well
Weaknesses: first of all, he is an elf, and even if he has been the count for as long as the nation of reach has existed, there are still those in the upper ranks that do not trust him, or even despise him. He is rather useless at using magic, and when he does it takes a lot of effort and energy.
Bio: Originally served with the imperial legions, back before the secession, but he never liked the empire, so when he and the rest of his unit, 100 men got set to the reach to bring it back into the fold 200 years ago, he defected, to his surprise his unit followed him. What followed was a long period of he and his unit proving their loyalty to the Secession. Finally proving their worth when the 101 golden shining suits of armour intervened in the 2nd battle of Summerset, turning the tide and allowing the Reach soldiers time to recuperate and win the battle.

After that the "Gold Company" as they had been called were always at the front, combating the legions that they had once served, once the war was over they had a impressive track record, and as a result wiking as the commanding officer received a promotion to general, and the title of count of Summerset, in commemoration of his unit's efforts in the area. However, out of the 100 men that followed him, only 20 remained, those 20 also got different titles, but since them most have stepped down, or died.

But not wiking, during his 200 year control of the area, he has made the area into a sprawling and rich area, famous for it's wine, but also for it's military, Summerset is on the border of the empire, and a long series of forts and walls protect Reach from the legions that wants it dead. Every man and woman in summerset spends at least one month every winter training in the army, with a army made up a core of professional soldiers, that in case of war will be supported by the inhabitants that all have standard training. (let me know if you want more stuff here)
RP Sample: only recent i got

Personality: professional and down to earth, friendly to his friends
Likes: tea, good wine, peace, organization and neatness
Dislikes: overly fancy clothing and similar tat
Voice: tba
Theme Song: will be added soon
The PIE! - Don't Remove; For Tracking

Everything about your writing skills is good, but you have several capitalization errors. Do you just type so quickly you make these mistakes and don't bother to go back and spell check yourself? I know everyone makes these mistakes every once in shield, but you have these capitalization errors over and over. I'm not trying to be mean I just wanted to see if you knew.

[The Tophat Empire]

Count Wiking The First, Count Of Summerset, General of Reach, Veteran of the Secession

([url=(link%20to%20image%20for%20appearance%20if%20you%20got%20one)]Image[/url])

Race: High Elfe
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 254
Class: Knight-esq
Equipment: when in combat he relies on his master crafted elven weapons and armor, he fights manly with a arming sword and shield, but is well versed in all types of weapon combat, he also at times uses his magic to assist during combat, but only as a compliment. Outside of combat he carries high quality clothing, denoting his high statues, but it's still functional in form, he also carries a Reach forged rapier type of weapon as a status indicator, the weapon itself is made out of a silver looking alloy, with some blue gems along the handle and guard, while functional, he has never used it in live combat(if you want more, just say the word)
Skills: combat using melee weapons, excels at using swords and pikes. A pretty good politician and speaker, pretty good at trading efficiently as well
Weaknesses: first of all, he is an elf, and even if he has been the count for as long as the nation of reach has existed, there are still those in the upper ranks that do not trust him, or even despise him. He is rather useless at using magic, and when he does it takes a lot of effort and energy.
Bio: Originally served with the imperial legions, back before the secession, but he never liked the empire, so when he and the rest of his unit, 100 men got set to the reach to bring it back into the fold 200 years ago, he defected, to his surprise his unit followed him. What followed was a long period of he and his unit proving their loyalty to the Secession. Finally proving their worth when the 101 golden shining suits of armour intervened in the 2nd battle of Summerset, turning the tide and allowing the Reach soldiers time to recuperate and win the battle.

After that the "Gold Company" as they had been called were always at the front, combating the legions that they had once served, once the war was over they had a impressive track record, and as a result wiking as the commanding officer received a promotion to general, and the title of count of Summerset, in commemoration of his unit's efforts in the area. However, out of the 100 men that followed him, only 20 remained, those 20 also got different titles, but since them most have stepped down, or died.

But not wiking, during his 200 year control of the area, he has made the area into a sprawling and rich area, famous for it's wine, but also for it's military, Summerset is on the border of the empire, and a long series of forts and walls protect Reach from the legions that wants it dead. Every man and woman in summerset spends at least one month every winter training in the army, with a army made up a core of professional soldiers, that in case of war will be supported by the inhabitants that all have standard training. (let me know if you want more stuff here)
RP Sample: only recent i got

Personality: professional and down to earth, friendly to his friends
Likes: tea, good wine, peace, organization and neatness
Dislikes: overly fancy clothing and similar tat
Voice: tba
Theme Song: will be added soon
The PIE! - Don't Remove; For Tracking

Everything about your writing skills is good, but you have several capitalization errors. Do you just type so quickly you make these mistakes and don't bother to go back and spell check yourself? I know everyone makes these mistakes every once in shield, but you have these capitalization errors over and over. I'm not trying to be mean I just wanted to see if you knew.

If you mean that I forget to capitalize some words and the like, yes, there is a reason, first of all I am a rather quick typer, and secondly, I do suffer from dyslexia, in my case, it takes shape in amongst other things fucking up capitalization, as well as misplacing some letters in certain words. But do feel free to to point out the errors I do, for I am hell bent on not letting it hider my writing

[Everhall]

Count Wiking The First, Count Of Summerset, General of Reach, Veteran of the Secession

([url=(link%20to%20image%20for%20appearance%20if%20you%20got%20one)]Image[/url])

Race: High Elfe
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 254
Class: Knight-esq
Equipment: when in combat he relies on his master crafted elven weapons and armor, he fights manly with a arming sword and shield, but is well versed in all types of weapon combat, he also at times uses his magic to assist during combat, but only as a compliment. Outside of combat he carries high quality clothing, denoting his high statues, but it's still functional in form, he also carries a Reach forged rapier type of weapon as a status indicator, the weapon itself is made out of a silver looking alloy, with some blue gems along the handle and guard, while functional, he has never used it in live combat(if you want more, just say the word)
Skills: combat using melee weapons, excels at using swords and pikes. A pretty good politician and speaker, pretty good at trading efficiently as well
Weaknesses: first of all, he is an elf, and even if he has been the count for as long as the nation of reach has existed, there are still those in the upper ranks that do not trust him, or even despise him. He is rather useless at using magic, and when he does it takes a lot of effort and energy.
Bio: Originally served with the imperial legions, back before the secession, but he never liked the empire, so when he and the rest of his unit, 100 men got set to the reach to bring it back into the fold 200 years ago, he defected, to his surprise his unit followed him. What followed was a long period of he and his unit proving their loyalty to the Secession. Finally proving their worth when the 101 golden shining suits of armour intervened in the 2nd battle of Summerset, turning the tide and allowing the Reach soldiers time to recuperate and win the battle.

After that the "Gold Company" as they had been called were always at the front, combating the legions that they had once served, once the war was over they had a impressive track record, and as a result wiking as the commanding officer received a promotion to general, and the title of count of Summerset, in commemoration of his unit's efforts in the area. However, out of the 100 men that followed him, only 20 remained, those 20 also got different titles, but since them most have stepped down, or died.

But not wiking, during his 200 year control of the area, he has made the area into a sprawling and rich area, famous for it's wine, but also for it's military, Summerset is on the border of the empire, and a long series of forts and walls protect Reach from the legions that wants it dead. Every man and woman in summerset spends at least one month every winter training in the army, with a army made up a core of professional soldiers, that in case of war will be supported by the inhabitants that all have standard training. (let me know if you want more stuff here)
RP Sample: only recent i got

Personality: professional and down to earth, friendly to his friends
Likes: tea, good wine, peace, organization and neatness
Dislikes: overly fancy clothing and similar tat
Voice: tba
Theme Song: will be added soon
The PIE! - Don't Remove; For Tracking

Approved. Put it in the Archive

[The Intergalactic Russian Empire]

I just realized the APP is 100% identical to the app in an ES RP I was in.

[Everhall]

I just realized the APP is 100% identical to the app in an ES RP I was in.

I did say that in the OP. I did do a bit of modifications. It really was a good app though

[Shadowwell]

This open to everyone?, looks interesting and a pleasant break from the 15,000 superhero rps i am in.
Any limits as to what of the races we can be?

[The Intergalactic Russian Empire]

I just realized the APP is 100% identical to the app in an ES RP I was in.

I did say that in the OP. I did do a bit of modifications. It really was a good app though

Yeah, Thorvald was in that RP (with the surname Frost-Shield instead of Nordskov), and I was making an app for Yrain and Alaric before it ended.

[Everhall]

This open to everyone?, looks interesting and a pleasant break from the 15,000 superhero rps i am in.
Any limits as to what of the races we can be?

The sky is the limit! (Essentially none)

[Everhall]

I did say that in the OP. I did do a bit of modifications. It really was a good app though

Yeah, Thorvald was in that RP (with the surname Frost-Shield instead of Nordskov), and I was making an app for Yrain and Alaric before it ended.

So are you gonna jump on my obvious "Stormcloak Rebellion" thing in Norravägg?

[Shadowwell]

This open to everyone?, looks interesting and a pleasant break from the 15,000 superhero rps i am in.
Any limits as to what of the races we can be?

The sky is the limit! (Essentially none)

Ok, what about hybrids?

[The Intergalactic Russian Empire]

Yeah, Thorvald was in that RP (with the surname Frost-Shield instead of Nordskov), and I was making an app for Yrain and Alaric before it ended.

So are you gonna jump on my obvious "Stormcloak Rebellion" thing in Norravägg?

Probably, in fact, Thorvald was a key general in the second revolt in ES:A.

Also, I'm just going to say this now, but Yrain is kinda like Euron Greyjoy.

[Indo-pasif archipelago]

Tag, going to make a Nagi Thief/Mage

[Everhall]

So are you gonna jump on my obvious "Stormcloak Rebellion" thing in Norravägg?

Probably, in fact, Thorvald was a key general in the second revolt in ES:A.

Also, I'm just going to say this now, but Yrain is kinda like Euron Greyjoy.

Plays It's Going Down for Real.

The sky is the limit! (Essentially none)

Ok, what about hybrids?

Depends. What do you seek?

[Everhall]

So is anyone siding with the Akounate?

[Albertae]

Everything about your writing skills is good, but you have several capitalization errors. Do you just type so quickly you make these mistakes and don't bother to go back and spell check yourself? I know everyone makes these mistakes every once in shield, but you have these capitalization errors over and over. I'm not trying to be mean I just wanted to see if you knew.

If you mean that I forget to capitalize some words and the like, yes, there is a reason, first of all I am a rather quick typer, and secondly, I do suffer from dyslexia, in my case, it takes shape in amongst other things fucking up capitalization, as well as misplacing some letters in certain words. But do feel free to to point out the errors I do, for I am hell bent on not letting it hider my writing

I can tell your a very good write it's just the dyslexia and fast typing that messes you up. You sit, are a model in my eyes for people with these disadvantages.

[Albertae]

Why is the count a high elf when he's from the south reach?