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Blood in the Sand pt.2
The first day had finally come to an end, and they were all tired. Dismounting from her camel, Sarahni twisted her back and rolled her shoulders before taking a look around. All she could see, besides the rock formations jutting out from the ground, was sand. Nodding with approval, she helped the Dwarves and Gnome off their own mounts, and began to set up camp for the night.
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Blood in the Sand pt.1
A death sentence, that’s what this damned desert was. Sarahni had heard rumors of the Zandalari Trolls sending their people here as punishment, forced to wander these blistering sands until either the heat or Krolusks took them. Walking further away from Shatterstone Harbor, she felt a brief moment of pity for those that had to walk this path with no chance of return.
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It had been a long seven weeks of intensive course work, with the final week approaching and all the exams looming to fill those last five days she spent very little time, not with book or notes in hand. Her mind not allowed to wander toward rocky shores, long walks hand in hand or the quiet of stolen kisses and whispered promises.
Instead, it was a gory, medical business of learning anatomy, the gruesome reality of nature and the terrifying blips within the divine design. It was the study of miracles and curses but it was fascinating and entirely, she knew as the weeks went on, her calling.
Between large books with detailed drawings and diagrams, there were sweetly scented parchments, passed between the young couple. Letters of longing in most innocent and simple of ways. Written confessions and secrets that lingered in thoughts as she drifted to sleep each evening. Both looking forward to the next day’s lessons, but also one more box checked on the calendar.
As this last Sunday even drew to a close and she walked lazily back from that evening’s Mass she pondered the exams to come, the true tests of all this time away, filling the next five, no doubt difficult days. A flutter, however, as her mind jumped to Saturday, to the dismissal of this first round of course work and the glorious break that would allow her some reprieve.
In a few weeks time, her grades would arrive in the post and dependant on those, her paperwork to find placement in a medical facility to do her clinical course work. It was all very exciting, her heart felt full most every day and her mind glittered with thoughts of the future.
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Home
The rigging groaned as the ship began to slow her speed into the waiting arms of the harbour. Orders were shouted about the salt and spray, bells ringing from the shore to let them know where to go. High, high upon the mast waved two flags; one of orange and black, a phoenix emblazoned on it’s side, and the other of silver and green, likewise adorned with two crossed hammers behind an anchor. Knowing the significance of this particular voyage, the old Kul Tiran, silver locks whipping in the air, watched with a warm smile on his face. The voyage had been hard and there had been many delays, but nothing had slowed down the resolve of his nephew who now stood upon the rails, bare of feet and bare to the waist, sun glistening off sweat and ink stained skin. Though he hadn’t said as much, it was clear to anyone who’d come to know the displaced kinsman that he was finally relaxing. These men were not his men. This ship was not his ship. In the end, it didn’t matter. The Paladin had defended and worked alongside the crew as if they were his own, coming to earn the respect and admiration of those around him. While it was not uncommon to transport noblemen, it was rare to have a Duke who looked upon them as equals.
Swinging like a nimble ape from the line, Joseph was met with a flash of pearly whites as a smile split the dark, coarse beard of his nephew. Without hesitation, the older Kul Tiran walked forward to embrace the man he’d come to see as a surrogate son in all the months since they had met.
“Y’comin’ back t’see me an’ y’aunt, aincha?” he asked in a rumbling bass, a gentle mist cresting his blue eyes.
Chuckling, Vladimir pat the much larger man on the back. “Now don’t be gettin’ all sentimental on me now, old man,” he chided warmly, taking a step back to meet the man’s face with a cock-eyed grin, “Did you think Ed and I invited you on this little excursion just for the fishing? Adhelin is expecting us both in Braemar. You haven’t seen Kenna since she was born. I think a little quality time with her grandfather is overdue.”
Surprise was clear on the Joseph’s face as he processed what the Duke had just said. “But y’aunt….”
“Auntie Eileen will be here in about a week,” he replied, still grinning like an asshole. “We both felt you needed a little vacation. She’s been ready to kill you since you randomly decided to retire on her. Having you underfoot and making more and more dishes has driven her to the edge. She was just about begging me to take you.”
A deep, rumbling laugh escaped the old farrier’s mouth, his ample torso jiggling in turn. “Aye, I can see ‘ow she might be gettin’ t’that point. An’ I ‘ave put on a pound or two.” Grinning, he pat his stomach as if to make the point.
“More than two,” Vladimir teased, “And Auntie is worried about you mind getting as flabby as your behind lately. You two will come stay in Braemar with us for a few weeks while I get some affaires settled, and then I’ll come back with you to Boralus to work with Edward for a couple weeks.”
“Aye, an’ ‘ow’s y’lit’le wife takin’ alll y’travel. Y’ave responsibilites at ‘ome, after all,” Joseph remarked carefully, watching his nephew’s expression for that hint that he’d crossed a line. Though he’d come to know Vladimir, he was still wary of the younger man’s temper, knowing the imbuement to his armour being tied to emotions.
“I think Adhelin is enjoying it,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “It’s helping the Faircrest name and bringing business to both the Faircrests and Braemar, which is what she wanted. Braemar was always just seen as a military training sight due to almost nothing being able to be grown up in the mountains, and most of the mines have been stripped bare at this point. Now people are coming for rare and exotic antiquities, enjoying the safety the town provides and knowing the discretion of their transactions are as important to them as they are to us. Hell, I heard Edward’s considering branching out and setting up a caravan outpost in Braemar now to help expand business… Especially with how dangerous sea travel has become lately. Besides, any excuse I can get for Adhelin to miss me for a bit just increases the chance she’ll jump my bones when I get home.”
Covering his face with a meaty palm at his nephew’s oversharing with that last bit, Joseph just sigh. “I cannae say I was needin’ t’ear that.”
Laughing, Vladimir walked off towards the cabin, heading off to get changed back into armour. “Maybe not, but it made the perfect segue to tell you she’s pregnant again!” he called behind himself, ducking into the hold and leaving the dumbfounded Kul Tiran grinning from ear to ear at the thought of another baby to dote over.
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You heard it, folks! The Harbor Games are on their way once more! Save that Date and join us for another incredible weekend of fun times and revelry!
Who will be our new champions?
Dare you to challenge our previous winners?
Come and test your mettle in races such as Monkey in the Rigging, and Tow the Line! Or perhaps you all about that teamwork? Well then, grab a partner and start practicing for the Great Dinghy Derby! We will be introducing a new team race to replace the Cargo race so stay tuned for updates!
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Update
So I’ve been noticeably vacant but I’ve never been far away. I’ve been writing for Addy for the past 4yrs straight and with the fallout of BFA (though I have enjoyed it personally) mixed with RL obligations I just haven’t felt like compelled to be a GM or writing for one of my favorite creations. That old saying ‘when fun becomes unfun it’s time to make a change’, and I am. For the last month or so I have dabbled with a few of my other geared 120s to see what clicked and I found one. So for the time being I am pressing 'pause’ on Addy and HH because their stories are still not over. This will give Adhelin and Vladimir time to raise their family and work through other projects before we bring them back into play on the regular. Tumblrs will remain and we will continue to write on the side while we explore other adventures for the time being.
Happy Holidays and Happy New Year to everyone. Keep safe, drink responsibly!
Request for Aid
Hello, mutuals, followers, and my various RP families. Sara’s mun here.
The past several weeks have been incredibly emotional, so if you guys aren’t interested, I’ll add in a break for those who would prefer to scroll past. For those that stay, even a reblog to help share this would be incredibly appreciated…
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47th Infantry Regiment - Military Ball
The 47th Infantry Regiment proudly presents our first annual Military Ball. Hosted by Lt. Commander, Lady Olivia Bell, and Lord Marshal, Wallace McCree. Come join us at Bell Manor, Cindervale for an evening full of dancing, entertainment, and pleasantries.
Location: Cindervale, Redridge Mountains, Eastern Kingdoms ((OOCly: Greymane Manor, Gilneas, Eastern Kingdoms)) When: November 17th, 2018 Time: 6PM-9:30PM servertime (invites will start being sent at 5:30PM) Faction: Alliance (WM off) Attire: Formal or Dress Uniform with ribbons. Uniform NOT required.
MANY PRIZES TO BE WON INCLUDING MOUNTS AND PETS!
6PM - Drinks & Conversation 6:30PM - Introductions by Olivia and Wallace 7PM - Dance & Bar 7:30PM - Dinner & Desserts 8PM - Dancing & Games 8:30PM - Raffle Winners 9PM - Dancing & Winding Down 9:15PM - Closing Speech by COs of the 47th 9:30PM - Curtain Call Have anymore questions? Site: fortyseventh.shivtr.com Or, PM Olivia at lostinawalmart.tumblr.com/ask @wowrpevents @wraconnect
Boosting!
An Announcement
In delicate script a card would appear on certain desks or within mailboxes with a small picture attached.
House Suncrest would like to formally announce the arrival of the new heir, Vivian Lys Suncrest, who was born on October 18th at 4:32 am. The family welcomes dear friends, family, and allies to come and meet the newest member of the family. With the blessing of Light and bright hope for the future,
@lady-songheart @halsonas @ellundil @auroryn-dawnsworn @adhelin @birras0 @hamadeus1133 @latildarommel @shieldofdestiny @theodorebennas @fletcherapparent
Heart-felt congratulations to our long time dear friend, Lady Suncrest, on the arrival of her new daughter!!
With the new baby trade boom coming to Kul’tiras soil, what better way to expand your market and gain new alliances and trade agreements than through an open market!?
Anchor Trading Company is hosting an open trade market on the 24th of November for any and all legal trade companies and merchants to peddle their wares. This is a chance for mainlanders and islanders, alike, to branch out and generate new avenues of trade and revenue alike.
For this we only seek one thing.
YOU!
We will be opening up a simple form for tradesmen and merchants to fill out in an effort to fill the trade grounds with their presence and wares. Mainlands and Islanders are all welcome. This form will be open beginning next week, but we are taking preregistrations from those who merely wish to be on the list of vendors from the get go! This is open to any and all Alliance no matter your server. Come one. Come all. ( Please be aware that party groups or raid groups may be required due to sharding)
We are seeking security members to help keep the peace at the faire. If you are interested in this- please seek out Sabine Hadley ( @tirasiansails or Amber#3565 on discord) to discuss.
Guidelines and Regulations for the faire will be posted on the same day the registration form is opened.
DON’T MISS THIS CHANCE TO EXPAND YOUR RP HORIZONS! JOIN US FOR AN OPPORTUNITY TO MEET NEW PEOPLE AND CREATE NEW AVENUES OF STORY FOR YOURSELF AND/OR YOUR GUILD!
Boosting.
A Stay
The rear door of the tavern pushed open into the back alley where one of his men stood in the shadows, only exposing his position once he saw the illuminated features of Kaidren’s face. “My Lord…” he began before holding out a scrolled missive.
Retrieving the missive Kaidren unfurled the paper and read it over, closing his eyes briefly in disappointment. Looking towards the torch he reached out and let the scroll burn to nothing before looking back at his runner. “I need some time. Do whatever is necessary to buy me that time, the execution of a Holt is not something we want publicized. I’ll need time to stay the execution and get him moved. What of his wife, Lysara, has she been informed of this?”
The runner nodded, “Aye she has my Lord, she begged me to have you go to her. She wants to speak with you.”
Kaidren just stared at his runner with a hint of a frown, “I am no one’s dog, I don’t come when beckoned for, if she wants to speak with me she can come to Boralus. Give her some coin and make arrangements for a room at Snug Harbor where I’m staying. In the meantime I’ll look into what I can do as far as getting Craegarn commuted to prison time instead of an execution. At least then she can visit him and I’ll have swayed Jonath into trusting me enough to come forward.”
“Aye my Lord, I’ll be on my way then ta catch tha last boat back tonight.”
Kaidren glanced around after the runner disappeared back into the shadows, ensuring no one else was around to witness the discussion or hear what could have been said before slipping back inside the tavern hoping no one noticed he’d even left.
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『♚』 Songcrest Accord is now open for light recruitment『♚』
❝ The Songcrest Accord is a trade-federation guild, founded by two houses who have been heavily intertwined since the dawn of Quel'thalas; The extravagant House Songheart and glorious House Suncrest. Both houses forged their way to the top in trade, training, politics, and cunning. Both bringing superb marksmen, magi, clergy, and sailors to the table, creating an dangerous fleet of trade. When the two houses were brought to grief by the beginning of the brutal war in Azeroth, in which old powers resurface, and old flames rekindle, they decided to combine their skills and assets into one great coalition, rivaled only by the factions themselves, Sophaen Songheart, and Casial Suncrest. This lead to the slight shifting of trade fleets into militaristic support fleets; offering even their own soldiers to the cause. ❞ 『♚』 What we’re looking for as a guild: As a guild we’re looking for individuals that wish to get involved and participate within the guild. We aiming to recruit those that wish to engage in guild story line as well as working on character progression. 『♚』 What we’re looking for as members: Anyone can join the guild if they believe their character will fit! Whether they’re nobility, a trader, a mercenary, sailors, or so on.
『♚』 We are an 18+ Guild 『♚』 Many of us are EST, but will be providing events so that they overlap most timezones. 『♚』 Trade-Nobility Focused. Majority Lore-Abidding. 『♚』 Alliance, Wyrmrest Accord. 『♚』 Contact: Sophie#0940 {Discord} Sophaen {In-game} Casiál {In-game}
『♚』 How to apply through Tumblr [X]
Boosting!!
House Holt Lionsguard Recruiting
House Holt Lionsguard
The Lionsguard is the military arm of House Holt and is lead by the Castellan of the House, Ceruszael. If you’re interested in joining the pride be sure to come by the Holt Embassy in the early evenings and speak with either Ceruszael or Vladimir.
<House Holt> will reopen active recruitment in September, however if you are interested in joining HH for their BFA campaign stories be sure to come by the Holt Embassy (Just Maces in Cathedral Square, Stormwind) and speak with us. The only way to enter our guild is through proactive roleplay, we do not permit certain races/classes so please be sure to check out our website and review our requirements.
House Holt has a history of military and church involvement though over the years as new generations rise they’ve shirked such responsibilities in their youth, but now as they’ve aged and a new war is upon them they’re evolving.
As we approach the cusp of our 4th year as a guild we are taking a much stronger approach to nobility and it’s role in society as well as reintroducing the military aspect of their history. If you are interested in military warfronts mixed with an array of noble politics, scheming, strategy and scandalous socialite shenanigans you’ve come to the right place.
What is WARLORDS?
Warlords is a new and exciting front to the typical noble guard duty. The time for standing idly by has passed and the King has called all able bodies to the frontlines!
Come take part in:
- wPvP “Scouting” Events
- IC Incursions and Warfronts
- Battlegrounds and Arenas
- IC Island Expeditions
- Acts of Aggression and Defense
- Long Arcing Plots
- Trade/Escort RP Expeditions
Events will be scheduled for twice a week. You don’t have to be Lionsguard to take part in them but it is highly encouraged! Activity will contribute to an IC ranking system within the House!
Whisper or message Vladimir (Vladadin in-game) or Ceruszael in-game for more details or on Tumblr @vladimirvondarkmoor or @ceruszael.
A Moment To Reflect
As I glance out beyond the terrace I see the busying streets, I hear the clamor of the market and the vendors calling out their wares, I smell the earthy mountainous scent that showers over the Keep. I feel as though my senses have grown, strengthened or perhaps I’m just imagining it all. Even as I waddle through the halls of the Keep I peer out beyond the thick stone walls and recall my adventures and how they’ve come to cease.
Am I regretful, no. I am elated to be able to give my husband a child, to build our family, to grow and age alongside him. My life has evolved, blossomed, I have grown in much regard. Mentally, spiritually and magically. I know my own mother is still out there for me to slip up and use my gift as a beacon to which she would undoubtedly wage an attack, though that is not my own reason to stow the need.
Magic is taxing on the body, and in this moment my body holds another tiny human, a life I am forever responsible for; only a reckless fool would abuse the privilege. However, it must be said that pregnancy is not for the weak. While I’ve endured worse the spreading of organs and bones to make space, or so it feels like, is quite uncomfortable. I would almost rather fight with swords.
My confinement begins, the boisterousness of the market and the desire to eat a lamb chop by hand is the memory I will take with me into my birthing chambers. I wish Vladimir and Sarah could be here…I miss them both dearly.
@vladimirvondarkmoor @sarahnirennith
Recluse
The passage of time is a curious thing, when one is left to observe it objectively. Not in and of itself, of course, but how the various realms interact with it. Azeroth turns on and on. Its denizens conquer the dangers which threaten their ways of life, build civilizations, develop cultures, are deemed a danger to another, and so on. A cycle of rising and falling kingdoms. That was not curious. Historians know as much, people are simple too arrogant or too short sighted to learn from it. The Pandaren and Zandalari, perhaps, are the best students of history. No, the curiosity arises when one lessens the scale of observation all the way down to the individual. Mortal races, in particular. The Elves and Draenei are almost too removed from the natural order, in and of itself an irony for the former. Humanity, as will all things, extolls virtue and vice through the clearest lens.
I am fascinated by the fact that men, without failure, seek to eliminate the circumstances which raise them to greatness.
All noble families are guilty of such. Recent events in Kul Tiras reinforce the observation. Empires, kingdoms, townships. Any civilized organization, traced back to its foundation, will prove this to be true. Whether it be inclimate weather, roving beasts, dangerous neighboring civilizations, or magical influence, some small number of men will be forged greater than their fellows. Hardship strengthens them. Toughens them. They become paragons among their people. With sufficient might to challenge their perceived enemies, these men will tame their surroundings. Build walls and lodging, put beasts to the blade, war against neighbors, and either embrace or abolish the occult. They will write of their victories, or others of the time will, and be praised by all. Time will pass. Years, decades. A generation. An age of heroes withers as the great men die. Kin, or honorbound friends, take up the mantle. Swear to uphold that which their founder fought for. They do so, to a lesser degree, as they had not the mettle to be a paragon in their own right. A generation passes again. People forget the strife. The slaughter. The pain. Another kin, this one having suffered not at all and merely heard stories of his family’s accomplishments, takes power for granted. Squanders it, for he is a lesser man, forged by naught but arrogance.
Here, or in two generations’ time, men falter and fade away. Hardship returns, for none remain to tame it. And the cycle begins anew.
Such is not true of the Shadowlands. Time means nothing to its denizens, but to mark new arrivals within its bounds. I have watched for several months now. I see the various forces of that realm vie for power as do mortals, and a cycle of their own form. Power shifts, but only suits to influence those beyond the land of the dead.
What good is ownership of a graveyard, when there is no more life left to fill it?
I have watched bands of ancestors retrieve the souls of their fallen. Seen Loa tend to the faithful, and torment the sacrilegious. Witnessed agents of the Light shield its children from horrors so ingrained among the Shadowlands. Souls of the living is the currency by which the dead mark power and influence, in turn used to bargain with the living and claim more souls.
Azeroth turns on and on.
Months of silence pierced only the scribbling of quill on parchment were now broken with the thunk of an opening door. Ceruszael continued on as if nothing had occurred, for nothing took place in his abode without his knowledge. His observatory was shielded and shrouded, with eyes all around when its master had need of such. Few knew of its location. None, of its purpose. The man who came to him now was a messenger dispatched from Addlewood. His tabard spoke as much, but disguises were far from the uncommon methods of infiltration. Ceruszael knew his allegiance for certain because the man’s will was no longer his own. Spirits circled the grounds around the tower, at the behest of he who bound them would learn all their was to know about visitors. Possessed, the messenger strode to the table at which Ceruszael stood and deposited a letter upon it. Pausing, the Knight reached for the envelope to scan its contents.
Kaidren Holt now leads by Adhelin’s grace.
Azeroth turns on and on.
Slowly, Ceruszael lifted his gaze to meet the messenger’s. Though no obvious act took place, all of a sudden awareness flooded the man’s features. He shuddered, panicked, stepping back from the table in a hurry as he looked all around. All that greeted him were black walls, a solitary table, and twin icy blue irises glowing in an oppressive darkness.
“C-C-Casttelan! I was disp-p-patched to you… what…. Where?”
“I know.”
I haven’t heard my own voice in two months.
“Everything w-was dark… cold… I c-c-couldn’t.”
“Silence.”
The command echoed within the room, Ceruszael’s eerie reverberating tone demanding obedience. The messenger dropped to his knees, lip quivering, though remained quiet.
“Return to Kaidren Holt. Inform him my reclusion is at an end, and that any changes he intends to implement will be discussed with me first. If he disagrees or is displeased, he is free to speak with me.”
And just like that, Ceruszael looked back down to the parchment and continued writing. He did not exactly know how long it was before the messenger mustered the mental faculties to flee. Nor, in truth, did he care. Some small part of him questioned the interaction. Queried whether it was course, unfitting a man of his station, or had crossed moral boundaries. Asked how he was different from monsters condemned by the kingdom he supposedly served. Yet another part of him recognized that this used to be a dominant influence on his actions, not six months past. Solitude had peeled away a facade of humanity the more it was unused.
Curious.
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Dining at Braemar
A typical summons to Braemar from it’s Duchess meant nothing was spared for the occasion. Good food, good wine, and good company. Though the event was indeed joyous and eventful the Duchess was asked in a casual but blunt way, “You had me summoned here for a reason, dear sister, and while I appreciate the fanfare I would prefer to get to the point of it all.”
Adhelin placed her glass down upon the table, wetting her lips before she turned her gaze upon her older brother. “Given Natharen’s desire to work with Rinoha to get the Port of Dirae running smoothly it is not without note how acclimated to Boralus you’ve become. I understand you are up for being commissioned to either the 7th Legion or remaining behind with the Alliance Navy.”
“Get to the point, Addy…”
A gentle cough to clear her throat was heard before she continued, brandishing the House Sigil ring. “I mean to bestow head of House upon you once more. I understand there was a lot of pressure in the past, a lot of…complaints. But it would appear much of those who held anything poor to say have gone their own path. Lead the House, lead our family once more. I am no longer a Holt, only in blood. A proper Holt should be head of House.”
He stared at her for a good long while. He watched her become agitated by the silence. He watched her reach for her glass of juice, a stalling habit she held. Their gaze held all this time before he finally relented, chuckling lightly, “You want me to make the time and put in the effort to chase down our family and reunite everyone. You saw what that lead to right?”
“Well yes I was hoping that you might actually give a damn about this family and would do anything and everything to ensure it’s legacy.”
“You’re damn right I will, and it begins with culling the weak.”
“The weak?” she inquired, sneering faintly.
“Yes, the weak. The weak willed. The ones that are so beyond reason in their narcissistic ways. The ones that hold a knife to our backs.”
“Still bitter, mm?”
“Maybe slightly. Just a little.” He paused first staring to the side then back at his sister. “Alright a lot. How did Cedrick think this would play out, that he could win a dual against me in the physical state he was in. I mean, had I bothered to pursue and press the subject poor Venreena would have my head. Hell, she probably still does. The two of them are power hungry and while I don’t blame them, you don’t go sticking a bloody dagger in your family’s back. That just sets a certain…tone, an agenda of blackmail and betrayal. It’s pathetic really. Weak, one might say.”
Adhelin nodded, “I could tell how heavy the situation was with all involved and decided to take action in taking the ring for myself but now that I am wed with a child due in the coming weeks there is just no way I can continue to facilitate the strength of our name by bond and blood. Will you see to it for me?
“I would be happy to. Besides the sigil should remain with the largest brood of Holts.”
“Then let it be so.” and with a simple exchange of the Holt Sigil ring, it was done.
@kaideholt @householt
In the taverns and on street lamps around Stormwind and Boralus, colorful flyers are posted to catch the attention of passersby.
Do you have a thirst for adventure?
Do you long to travel the world?
Look no further than Holt and Thorne Trading Co!
Bring this flier to our Hook Point office in Boralus and learn how you can be a part of it!
OOC:
Holt and Thorne Trading Co is openly recruiting for active and mature RPers! We are an active, story driven guild that holds events, both social and combat centered for our members. Our office is located at Bo’s Crab Shack in Hook Point and we can be found there almost nightly.
Even if your character is not a sailor or captain, we have positions open! If you are an adventurer, an office worker, a mage, a priest, a medic… We want you!
Requirements: We require all members to be over the age of 18 due to some more mature and violent themes that happen in our storylines.
Please reach out to @venreenaholt @cedrickholtstories @lorraine-lemieux @alexandria-morrowgrove or @motlos-sprychart for further infortmation and to set up an IC interview!
Credit for flyer: @lemieuxpapergoods
Tagging for boost: @risrielthron
