[PENDING]Cawdor

[Creeding]

"Not far from the Haltarian capital there lies a small town know as Cawdor. There leader is wise, there hall is large and there spears are sharp, This Is Cawdor!"

Cawdor ("core-door") is a small gaelic like village witch has strong relations with the Haltarian and has swarn its allegence to the Alliance. there are no offical cawdorian citizens BUT peasents can buy a house here, giveing them a boost into the Cawdor higharcy.

The village is Gaelic style buldings,composed of...

The Hall, a semi-large complex with 4 large tabels a throne and 4 pillers and a large Ale Barrel for the fort-nightly Celebrations (beowolf anyone?) and a private room in the back for formal meetings.

The Guard house, the barracks for the guards with a seprate room for the captain with a space out front for training

The Plotters Inn, a bar with meny wooded ale barrels,stools and meny tabels and chairs for friendly (or not so friendly) banter with your friends. for a small fee (with some of the proseeds going to the Cawdorian tresurie) you can rent one of two rooms up stairs.

3 small houses (furbish it your self!) and a 2 Large house. (more houses may be added if demad rises)

The Grand house, Reserved for the Lord of Cawdors and his thegns use, a small guard shack out front to stop unwanted visitors.

Guard tower, walls and a Gate.

By buying propity here you Vow your alliegence to the Haltarian Alliance.*


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Cawdorians

Lord of Cawdor
Creeding - Ceia Hyterren
The leader Cawdor, he has connections with the Haltarian. what he says gose...but with objection of his Thegns hes opinion may change.

Thegns ("thanes") of Cawdor
X- X
X- X
The two embassrys, advisours and close friends of the Lord of Cawdor.

Cawdorian Captain
Nines - Athalos Relo
The leader of the guard and head of the Lord and Thegns security. He also controls of the guards arms (witch shall be supplyied in time)

Cawdor Higharcy
X- X
X- X
X- X
X- X
X- X
There are 5 houses in Cawdor for sale, by buying one of thiese you become one of the higharcy of Cawdor. a greeting from the Lord of Cawdor and a small gift for chooseing to stay in this fine town

Ale men
X- X
The bartender and trader of Cawdor, he (or she) has control over "The plotters inn" and take a large slice of its profits.

Cawdorian Guard
Turnkey - Johnathan Blikes
Woodfin - Richred Horter
X- X (x8)
The guards and law keepers of Cawdor, with out them, the village would have been taken over be bandits and orcs by now. with service you are given a sword and possibly armour after passing training from the Captain of Cawdor.

Thank you for reading, i hope this becomes offical :clover: .
(reqesting Child bored within haltarian alliance if acsepted)
I would like to thank turnkey for the pro crest finish.

Want to sign up for a position? post a custom app!

[Turnkey]

Support

[Nines]

Hm, I like it, i'm interested to see how it would progress.

[Zstan]

Sounds interesting +Support

[Cutch]

+support but the name sounds like a freaking Raven, no offense.

[Creeding]

*Creeding sighs

...screw birds -.- no more Raven names from me OK!

[Impure Reality]

Where do I sign up?

[Cutch]

5 supports so far...

[Creeding]

Updated, check the bottum.

[Turnkey]

IC name: Johnathan Blikes

IC Age: 39

Backstory: Johnathan was born in a kingdom far away from Crussaria. His parents Gilbert and An?, cared much about Johnathan.
He was the child they had been waiting for, as An? had trouble getting pregnant.
Johnathan grew older, and in a age of 14, the kingdom they lived in, broke out to war.
It was the neighbor kingdom, that had killed a garrison of their soldiers.
Johnathans father got a order to meet up at the castle, for an important message. He wasn't the only one.

3 days later a big group of men between 20 and 50, was standing in a crowde infront of the kings castle, all gathered from all over the kingdom.
The castles great double doors was slammed up, and a Captain in a shiney steel armore stepped outside.
His voice was loud and rough, after alot of shouting and unnecessary explanation, he pointed at a big pile of equipment. Of course the men knew what was going to happen. The kingdoms men was ordered in war, against the neighbor kingdom.
And johnathan knew, that he wouldn't see his father again.
So Johnathan grew up with his mom, An?, she never heard Johnathan speak about his father after he left, he din't even ask where he'd go.
But Johnathan knew everything, he knew that his father was dead, and he had probably forgot everything about him.

Years past since the first army was sent, and johnathan was now a grown up man. Though the wars was still going on.
His age had reached the 25 years, he was sacred by the feeling that he would be sent to war soon.

The so expected, normal day in Johnathans kingdom was about to the big turning point in the kingdoms history.
The neighbor kingdom had launched an attack on the kingdom, after years and years of being seiged by Johnathans kingdom.
Johnathan woke up to screams and the sound of metals pounding at it each other.
He jumped out of bed and, of course started looking for his mother. He stepped outside the little hut, and the sight that meet him was undescribeable.
Women and children was slaughtered and chooped, like if they were crops being harvested.
Johnathan knew that if he didn't take the chance and flee, he knew they would find him, and then he would be killed.
The first thought that striked him was, the docks.
He ran as he never had been running before, he saw ships leaving the docks in an attempt of getting away from the kingdom as quick as possible.
Johnathan jumped on one of the ships, it was a little fishing boat.
He looked back on the frightening panorama, revealing infront of his eyes.
Johnathan turned around quickly, he was alone. All he could hope for now, was some place, some place that he could call his home.
Crussaria.

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Steam friends: Turnkey230

SteamID: STEAM_0:1:10760741

Timezone GMT+1

How long have you been with the community: 2 months

Applying for: Cawdorian Captain

[Creeding]

Great work turnkey. il consider your app.

[Nines]

Custom app for Cawdorian Guard Captain

OOC:

Steam: [HGN]Nines

ID:12520311

RP experience: Lots, several years of RP, held positions of power over several servers. I know how to command, and get what needs doing. While this all may seem a bit showy, i'm not only a good leader, I can listen to the lord of Cawdor, or the Thegns. I've noticed many sub-leaders of factions do not have the ability to listen, I do.

IC

IC Name: Athalos Relo (WIP)

Backstory: [Found in the barracks of Cawdor, a leather bound journal, one entry 17 pages in, the rest are blank. It is rumored to contain most of his secrets, if you ever get to it, that is, otherwise, you should just go by what he tells you.]

One thing you'll learn about these times, the more intelligent men, have certain things. The men of character, have a fine suit, the men of bravery, a fine steel sword, the men of words, a feather quill. But the men of wit and intelligence, have all these things.

I, am Athalos, Guard captain of Cawdor, one of the finest, most protected towns you will find here in Crussaria. As proud of my achievements as I am, I will not bore whoever finds this with my fanciful words of nothingness. Instead I'll cut to the chase. If you've found this, i'm probably dead, and if i'm not and I catch you reading this, you will be.

I was not born here, but I do not wish to talk too much of where I was born, it was harsh, cold, dry and violent. It's what gave me my keen eyes, my dead heart and my fist of iron, as long as i'm here, the people here shall never learn the meaning of fear, as I did, very long ago, but I have conquered this, fear for me now is not of me, but of the people here when in danger. But never the less, I am a man of few words, my trainings are hard, my tongue is sharp when used, and my grit like none other. But What I have to offer the guards men is all in the first few lines.

Character

Bravery

Words

And of course, your wit.
From your Bravery of character and intelligence of your words, each of the guardsmen will go far...

When someone finds this, well, so let it be, but for now, my good men, keep up the good work.

[Creeding]

Ouch, there both so good. Turnkey had a much more in depth bio but nines was alot more...tastefull.

 But there can only be one so...Well done nines, or should i say Athalos Relo, the Captain of Cawdor. If you want you may now select your lieutenant.(if you want one that is) and turnkey...you still have my respect.

[Nines]

Thank you Creed, and Turnkey you have my respect as well, I could never write articles with depth like that.

But onto the subject of lieutenants, I would like to extend that offer to Turnkey, if he was willing to post an app for leader, then that shows commitment, so i'd think he'd be a fine co-lead of this branch.

But of course it's still his decision.

[Turnkey]

Alright, I've talked with creeding. After you got captain, I focused on Ale man position, I even got permission from bagelz to get trader flag.
But I think I'll choose the lieutenant position instead. :-)

[Nines]

Then it's settled, your my new second in command.

[Creeding]

Updated!
nines, your in charge of recruting the guard and we still need an ale men people!

[Rohok]

Mmm, Shakespeare.

[Turnkey]

n0 u

[Creeding]

Indeed, the name is a refence to the scottish play, but only the prenouneation.

[Cutch]

Sid sees the paper pinned against the wall near the barracks. He scratches his beard, looking at it closely, "Ale man needed," it says on the faded piece of parchment and grumbles to himself, "I could use some work around here I guess." He heads back to his home, beginning to write his application.
IC Name: Sid Grevel
Position Wanted: Ale man
Backstory: I formerly had a job at my cousins tavern in a small town southeast of here. The tavern was called "The Saltydog," filled with both lawful and not. They would come in often, get drunk, and wonder out. They would often fall asleep once they got outside. After my cousins death from a natural cause, I managed the tavern for the next twenty years, before bandits came riding in and destroyed it while I was gone, coming to Cawdor to buy beer and ale and supplies. When I came back, I saw my tavern burned to ash, along with dead corpses that lay around the town, shot and hacked to death. I decided to come to Cawdor to start anew, a fresh life, and that is when I found your notice and need for a ale man. I would like to get this position because I am in desperate need of work and find that you are in need of my skills. I am also skilled in cooking, cleaning weapons and shields, and carving/fashioning bows, both long and short. My parents were named Jill and Kane, one was a elf and the other a human. I have traveled to the far reaches of Crussaria, from the Imperial empire, to the small countries on the edges of the land. I have written many maps on my travels that may also be use to you.
Signed,
Sid Grevel.
OOC information
SF name: Dark Assassin
How long have I been RPing: Three years

[Creeding]

Thanks for your app Dark but do you have the trader flag? obviosly you will need this for the job so talk to baglez if you dont have permission to have the flag.

[Cutch]

I have gotten the green light from bagelz.

[Cutch]

So uh, am I accepted?

[Creeding]

No, just wait awile intill someone else apps...alot of people on vacation.