Name of House
Wardens of the Wilds
Which Kingdom do you hope to rule/Which Noble House do you intend to support
Emlyn. Our place is not to rule Caerleon, but to ensure the safety of all who call the kingdom home (support role)
What God or Goddess are you hoping to place on the Arcanum Crystal?
Cernunnos, the great horned lord of the untamed forests
Player Names
Kutara
Laiken
Morde
Brief History
For centuries, mankind has feared the darkness, the wild places of the earth, and the creatures who lurk there. The bravest among them learned to fight back the malevolent forces, to allow their people the safety to exist. But they did not fight alone.
When human civilization was still in its infancy, the giantess Flegar took pity on the fledgling race. She, and others who dwelled in the wilds, took to protecting them from those who would wish them harm. Over the generations, their role of protector became one of mutual camaraderie, fighting side by side to protect their shared world. Though the members change, their oath remains the same:
Night falls, and I go forth to meet it.
I am the light in the darkness,
The moonlight banishing shadow.
I pledge my honor to my brethren
To protect Emlyn by word and by deed,
For I am a Warden of the Wilds,
And I protect these lands.
Membership Target
Any who feel most at home where the trees grow thick and twisted. Wood elves, sidhe, muiri, hoggur, even humans if they wish. Preferably those who may be considered "scary" if encountered without context, but who have pledged themselves to the protection of their kingdom.
RPCSS Army Units
If we are to protect the mortal realm, it is in our best interests to appear as much like them as possible. Therefore, when marching into battle we will often maintain a human glamour to better blend in.
Story
The mercenary quietly veered his horse abreast of his companion, holding up five fingers against his chest, then five again. His companion spat, and growled a low curse. He knew this road was dangerous, especially after nightfall, but though he told himself it was only about the coin, getting these supplies to the northern border would ensure all of Emlyn's safety.
He urged his mount forward, looking to the doddering old man at the seat of the wagon, keeping his voice low. "Ten following, perhaps more. Brigands, from the sound of it. Unmounted."
"You up to earning your pay?" the driver grunted, never taking his eyes from the winding road.
"Always," he hissed, "but you only hired the two of us! If things go south, you'd best see how fast these mules can actually go, aye?"
The older man merely grunted once more, glancing westward as the sun dipped beyond the trees, casting the tree-lined road into premature twilight. In the distance, a raven called from its evening roost. Closer still, wolves howled as they began their evening hunt. As the shadows lengthened, the creak of the wagon no longer masked the hurrying footfalls of the brigands. The two mercenaries wheeled their horses about with a roar, unsheathing their blades from their saddle.
In a sudden, snarling surge, a pack of wolves burst from the surrounding treeline, streaming around the little wagon like a river around a stone. They charged past the mercenaries, lunging with slathering maws of fangs at the brigands. Chaos descended upon the road. As the wolves quickly engaged the brigands, storm clouds swirled overhead. Lightning crashed between the trees, flames licked at the tunics of the attackers, somehow bending to avoid the mercenaries and the wagon.
One of the brigands, marginally more intelligent than his crew, broke ranks and ran for the treeline. Heavy branches snapped before him as an ogre appeared; with one massive swing of his club, the brigand fell to the road in a lifeless heap. The mercenaries stared, stunned, as the wolves and ogre tamely backed away, so as not to panic the horses. A raven soared up the road, lighting on the seat next to the old driver. "We very nearly arrived too late," it remarked in a human woman's voice.
The old man laughed in delight, bowing his head respectfully. "I'd say you were right on time, Warden. We thank you for the assistance."
"Supplies for the northern border?" it asked, tilting its head to fix him with one bright eye. At his nod of assent, it croaked a low chuckle and took wing once more, circling low over the wagon. "You are in luck, then, sir! We are heading that direction as well." The raven flew back, over the mercenaries and slain brigands, to light on the ogre's shoulder. Their caravan substantially larger, they set off once more, fearing little that the night had to offer.
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Wardens of the Wilds
Which Kingdom do you hope to rule/Which Noble House do you intend to support
Emlyn. Our place is not to rule Caerleon, but to ensure the safety of all who call the kingdom home (support role)
What God or Goddess are you hoping to place on the Arcanum Crystal?
Cernunnos, the great horned lord of the untamed forests
Player Names
Kutara
Laiken
Morde
Brief History
For centuries, mankind has feared the darkness, the wild places of the earth, and the creatures who lurk there. The bravest among them learned to fight back the malevolent forces, to allow their people the safety to exist. But they did not fight alone.
When human civilization was still in its infancy, the giantess Flegar took pity on the fledgling race. She, and others who dwelled in the wilds, took to protecting them from those who would wish them harm. Over the generations, their role of protector became one of mutual camaraderie, fighting side by side to protect their shared world. Though the members change, their oath remains the same:
Night falls, and I go forth to meet it.
I am the light in the darkness,
The moonlight banishing shadow.
I pledge my honor to my brethren
To protect Emlyn by word and by deed,
For I am a Warden of the Wilds,
And I protect these lands.
Membership Target
Any who feel most at home where the trees grow thick and twisted. Wood elves, sidhe, muiri, hoggur, even humans if they wish. Preferably those who may be considered "scary" if encountered without context, but who have pledged themselves to the protection of their kingdom.
RPCSS Army Units
If we are to protect the mortal realm, it is in our best interests to appear as much like them as possible. Therefore, when marching into battle we will often maintain a human glamour to better blend in.
Story
The mercenary quietly veered his horse abreast of his companion, holding up five fingers against his chest, then five again. His companion spat, and growled a low curse. He knew this road was dangerous, especially after nightfall, but though he told himself it was only about the coin, getting these supplies to the northern border would ensure all of Emlyn's safety.
He urged his mount forward, looking to the doddering old man at the seat of the wagon, keeping his voice low. "Ten following, perhaps more. Brigands, from the sound of it. Unmounted."
"You up to earning your pay?" the driver grunted, never taking his eyes from the winding road.
"Always," he hissed, "but you only hired the two of us! If things go south, you'd best see how fast these mules can actually go, aye?"
The older man merely grunted once more, glancing westward as the sun dipped beyond the trees, casting the tree-lined road into premature twilight. In the distance, a raven called from its evening roost. Closer still, wolves howled as they began their evening hunt. As the shadows lengthened, the creak of the wagon no longer masked the hurrying footfalls of the brigands. The two mercenaries wheeled their horses about with a roar, unsheathing their blades from their saddle.
In a sudden, snarling surge, a pack of wolves burst from the surrounding treeline, streaming around the little wagon like a river around a stone. They charged past the mercenaries, lunging with slathering maws of fangs at the brigands. Chaos descended upon the road. As the wolves quickly engaged the brigands, storm clouds swirled overhead. Lightning crashed between the trees, flames licked at the tunics of the attackers, somehow bending to avoid the mercenaries and the wagon.
One of the brigands, marginally more intelligent than his crew, broke ranks and ran for the treeline. Heavy branches snapped before him as an ogre appeared; with one massive swing of his club, the brigand fell to the road in a lifeless heap. The mercenaries stared, stunned, as the wolves and ogre tamely backed away, so as not to panic the horses. A raven soared up the road, lighting on the seat next to the old driver. "We very nearly arrived too late," it remarked in a human woman's voice.
The old man laughed in delight, bowing his head respectfully. "I'd say you were right on time, Warden. We thank you for the assistance."
"Supplies for the northern border?" it asked, tilting its head to fix him with one bright eye. At his nod of assent, it croaked a low chuckle and took wing once more, circling low over the wagon. "You are in luck, then, sir! We are heading that direction as well." The raven flew back, over the mercenaries and slain brigands, to light on the ogre's shoulder. Their caravan substantially larger, they set off once more, fearing little that the night had to offer.
Disclaimer
I understand and agree to the terms required for house formation.
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