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Prominence 3

The World of Erus has long since been dominated by three Empires: Serillia, Marfor, and Taren.

Serillia
Ruled by King Garon Serillus, Serillia is a mainly economic nation, however, their soldiers are well trained and well equipped. They are one of the two main superpowers. They are also allied with Taren.

Marfor
Ruled by Emperor Kullar Marfor, Marfor is a military power of incredible might, and they have been trying for decades to conquer Serillia, but have never succeeded due to the alliance between Serillia and Taren.

Taren
Ruled by King Elrom Tarenor, Taren is a torn country. Constantly under attack by Marfor, most of Taren's cities are in ruins. However, this has made their citizens mentally and physically tough, and Taren always fights off their enemies in the end.

You start out at the age of eighteen, you have a shack in Tarenom, ten gold coins, and a pair of rags that you call clothes. How will your story play out?
Time
The world of Prominence is different than our own.

One real-life day = Six months in Prominence

Use your days carefully.

Jobs

Beginner's jobs (days = six months)

Farm hand - 30 gold a day.
Barkeep - 30 gold a day.
Butler - 40 gold a day
Assistant - 20 gold a day, you will learn the skill of your master after two days of work. After obtaining the rank of Journeyman in the chosen skill you may not go higher.
Soldier - You are given a free course at the academy, you learn out to fight, you recieve a shortsword, but you are not payed. You service is over in two days (one year). You may be callen upon in times of war, you will be rewarded for your service with PP, gold, and other rewards.

Advanced Careers (Day = Six months)

Class R - Skill required: Reading
Scholar - 400 gold a day.
Librarian - 200 gold a day.
Priest - 300 gold a day.

Class F - Skill required: Fighting
Highwayman - Slays the weak and innocent and steals their valuables - 375 gold a day.
Mercenary - Depends on rank.
Bodyguard - 300 gold a day.
Protector - Defends the weak and innocent - 350 gold a day.

Class T- Skill required: Tactics
Military Officer - Depends on your rank.
In the later game, tactics is a factor in military success.

Class M - Skill required: Mathematics
Scientist - 375 gold a day.
Engineer - 380 gold a day.

Class O - Skill required: Oration
Diplomat - 400 gold a day
Lawyer - 350 gold a day.

Class S - Skill required: Smithing
Smith - 250 gold a day, you can make certain weapons for yourself instead of recieving pay, but you must buy the metal.
Armorer - 300 gold a day, you repair weapons for the army.

Class C - Skill required: Thieving or fighting - Obtain thieving for a hundred gold from a shadowy figure behind the academy.
Assassin - Fighting = 200 gold a day, F+T = 400 gold a day
Fighting required for minimal wage, thieving and fighting are both required for maximum wage.
Thief - 200 gold a day, five percent chance of stealing 400 gold. Thieving required.
Thug - 250 gold a day, requires the fight skill.

Upgrading a skill one rank will give you double the pay from your job, so if you become a smith, and you go learn veteran forging for 1000 gold, you will be payed 500 gold instead of 250 gold per day.

Good/Evil - These depend on how you play. If you're a Highwayman who kills for cash, you'll be evil, if you're a valiant protector, you'll be good.
High Emperor/Supreme Overlord - 75 PP - You control the world - 10,000,000 gold a day.
Emperor/Overlord - 50 PP - You control an entire continent - 1,000,000 gold a day.
King - 35 PP - You control a country - 100,000 gold a day.
Duke - 25 PP - You control a Duchy, 10,000 gold a day.
Lord - 15 PP - You control a city - 3000 gold a day.
Knight/Ringleader - 5 PP - You command a band of followers - 0 gold a day.
Peasant - 0 PP
Slave - -10 PP

If you become a slave, you must wait ten days to have a fifty percent chance of escaping, or you can start over. You get negative PP points when you refuse to show up for military service.

Guilds:
You may start a guild for 10,000 gold, though you must be a master at the skill the guild specializes in. Examples: Guild of Scholars, Mercenaries Guild, Engineers Guild. You recieve 3,000 gold a day for owning a guild hall, three prominence points for being a Guildmaster, and a special room in the guild hall to act as your quarters.

Now giving the option to buy buildings to own them! You can either work in them, or hire NPCs to work in them while you do other stuff, such as work elsewhere! These are the keys to BIG money! You can own up to three taverns,

Taverns
Small
Cost: 5000 gold
Money recieved if you work there: 400 gold a day
Money recieved if you don't work there: 200 gold a day
Medium
Cost: 10000 gold
Money recieved if you work there: 800 gold a day.
Money recieved if you don't work there: 400 gold a day.
Large
Cost: 20000 gold
Money recieved if you work there: 1600 gold
Money recieved if you don't work there: 800 gold

Smithy
Cost: 10000 gold.
Money recieved if you work there: 400 gold a day.
Money recieved if you don't work there: 200 gold a day.
Can have one custom weapon or armor piece built a day, you must obtain the ore if you want anything above iron (steel, mithril, adamantium).

To start a religion you must be a veteran in reading and at least an expert in oration. You must also say whether your religion is polytheistic or monotheistic. Currently the humans are a bunch of atheists...no religions out there...you must also build buildings for your religion:

Chapel - 3000 gold
Church - 10000 gold
Cathedral - 40000 gold
Grand Cathedral - 100000 gold

You gain 5% of the total cost of the building per day, so if you had one chapel you'd gain 150 gold a day. Each building takes one day per 10000 gold, the chapel takes one day as well. You can build up to fifteen buildings. This works the same way Guilds do, you don't have to work in it to earn the money.

Name: Michael Drake
Height: Average
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Build: Slim (Starting Build)
Age: 18 (Starting age)
Gold: 10 (Starting Gold
Bio: Before this RP starts, he's just a normal guy living in Taren. He has big dreams however.
Description: Michael Drake is of average height, with short brown hair and green eyes. He just looks...well, normal.

Using my 'normal' character, as Demonsul has too much backstory for Prominence. Can't wait for it to start...

[[It begins now? I assume others can sign up while it progresses...]]

Drake stood outside the recruitment office of the army. He needed a job if he was going to survive. Entering, he signed himself up.
After giving his name and details, he was given papers and sent to the local barracks, as was the procedure with all new recruits. Taking the supplies given to him, he ate a meal of soup and proceeded to the training yard, where he realized his true level of incompetence with a blade.

Name: Michael Drake
Titles/Ranks: Peasant
Age: 18
Gold: 10
Pay: 0
PP: 0
Occupation: Taren Army Recruit
Home: Shack on outskirts of Tarenic Capital
Height: Average
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Build: Slim
Skills

Name: Charley Deallus I
Height: 6ft 1in
Weight: 170lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Build: Slim
Age: 18
Gold: 10
Bio: Charley is the son of Martin and Elizabeth Deallus.  Martin was a fine blacksmith and his wife was a seamstress, but a band of raiders went through his town and killed his parents when they refused to give up their money.  With only 10 gold remaining from their belongings and a shack made from the materials of his burnt home, Charley wishes to make the kingdom a place where people can be safe from the powerhungry and evil.
Description: Charley seemingly has a fire burning within him that spurs him onwards in his goals.  He is quick tempered and fierce in an argument, but typically is kind natured and well mannered when around people.

Charley Deallus crawled out from his little shack outside of his old town.  He looked up at the cloudy sky and cursed silently at the fate of his life so far.  His parents were dead and his town was nothing more than a ruin.  Taking the ten pieces of gold in his hand, the clothes on his body, and a walking stick in his hand; Charley walks to the nearest unattacked town to sign up for the Taren military.
"Name?" asked the recruiter.
"Charley Deallus," he replied.
"Skills?" asked the man.
"None," replied Charley.
"Take this scrap of paper.  We cannot afford to give you anything more because paper is not entirely common in these parts.  You will give that scrap to a man inside," said the recruiter before he went back to taking the name from the next man.  Charley walked through some gates and handed the piece of paper with a number on it to the man.
"The man ahead will hand you a blanket.  Then you will go to the mess hall and begin training afterwards," he said before waiting for the next recruit.  Charley proceeded to the mess hall to eat something that they called soup, but he called animal feed.

Name: Charley Deallus I
Titles/Ranks: None
Age: 18
Gold: 10
Pay: 0
PP: 0
Occupation: Taren Recruit
Home: Radio Shack
Height: 6ft 1in
Weight: 170lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Build: Slim
Skills
Awesomeness

[[OOC: Don't knock the Radio Shack.  Yes, Awesomeness is a skill XD]]

Name: Adam Dragstorm
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Golden
Build: Slim
Age: 18
Gold: 10

Bio: A very quick learner who is silent when not rough to outsiders. Picks up fights more frequently than he manages to get food (which is rare), but underneath his hard outer shell developed to face the harsh competitive world he harbours a well mannered and polite attitude and a burning desire for knowledge which often surprises people when considering his massive mean looking build.

Description: Has a deep attractive voice and flaming eyes which seem to burn even more when he descends into battle furiously. Is an extremely ambitious but humble person who has a great desire to be learned.

Michael finished his course, learning how to fight with a sword to the best of his ability. However, this was still not very high, and he knew that if he was to fight he would need a better weapon.
Eating his last army-paid meal in the canteen, he proceeded back to his shack. Altogether he thought a soldier's life wasn't too great, and he'd need to try something else.

Name: Michael Drake
Titles/Ranks: Peasant
Age: 18.5
Gold: 10
Pay: 0
PP: 0
Occupation: Taren Army Recruit
Home: Shack on outskirts of Tarenic Capital
Height: Average
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Build: Slim
Skills
Fighting - Journeyman
Items
Weapons - Tarenic iron shortsword

Name: Travis Leiondon
Titles/Ranks: Town Fool
Age: 18
Gold: 5 pieces
Pay: Nada
PP: Nothing
Occupation: Soldier
Home: A shack he built from various wood planks.
Height: 6 ft 4 in
Weight: 168 lbs
Hair color: Cyan, for some reason.
Eye color: Blue, ofc.
Build: Slim
Skills:
Can whistle and tell horrible jokes.
Bio:  An orphan on the streets, Travis lived among the rats for several years until he turned 18.  He moved out of town and built a small shack in the nearby forest.  Despite all of the hardships he went through, he still sticked to being honest, kind, and forgiving.
Description:  Due to living on the streets, Travis had a determination to keep moving forward, no matter what happened.  He became depressed at times when things were bad for him, but even then, he never stopped trying.

Travis woke up that day, and walked into the streets of Tarenom.  It was only a day ago that he was sitting here, walking in the mud.  He sighed, glad that he might start his life over.  He walked over to a flier lying on the street and saw that it was a recruitment sheet for the military.

"Might as well, can't do anything else with 10 coins," Travis said to himself.

***

Travis walked up to the barracks of Tarenom, and asked the man standing at the door if he could enlist in the army.

"Name?" the guard grumbled.
"Travis Leiondon."
"Can you do anything?"
"I can whistle and tell horrible jokes?"
"Alright, you're in," the guard snorted.  "A man in the barracks will give you a 'bed' to sleep in, and then report to the training grounds. Here, take this 'ere paper and hand it to him."

Travis took it and walked inside, to be given a small blanket and a shortsword.  He walked outside again to the training grounds, where he got his ass kicked by the trainers.  After a while, he managed to defend himself, and was sent off to the mess hall to eat some soup.  Several of the people around him choked when eating it, but since Travis hadn't ate anything for the past week, the soup tasted great to him.  He then chose a comfy spot on the floor in the dormitories, and fell asleep.

[[Cant post today. Will update progress tomorrah.]]

Gaius woke up and walked to the training academy, where he gave the slip to a man at the front counter.
"Another soldier? What is it you want to learn?" asked the man.
"How to read and write," said Gaius.
"Sounds smart, Gaius...Cid-el-us?" asked the man.
"Cidellus," confirmed Gaius.
"Alright, you can start today," said the man, "Good luck."

***

After six months of instruction, Gaius Cidellus could read and write with moderate proficiency, placing him amongst the minority with the skill. Gaius secured a job as a scholar in a scriptorium, starting the next day. After securing the job, Gaius walked to his shack and went to sleep on his bedroll.

Name: Gaius Cidellus
Titles/Ranks: Private of the Tarenic Army
Age: 19.5
Gold: 5 (bought some bread)
Pay: None
PP: 0
Occupation: Scholar (starting tomorrow)
Home: Shack in the Slums
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Build: Slim
Skills
Fighting - Journeyman
Reading - Journeyman
Items
Weapons - Tarenic iron shortsword

[[OOC: Just discovered something. After copying ten books, you would probably get better at reading and writing. From now on, you will get better at the skill associated with the job over time. Each upgrade requires five real-life days, so after working five days as a scholar, you will pick up another rank in reading. If you work five days as a diplomat, you will have picked up new tricks from other diplomats and will gain a skill in oration. I'm surprised that in the two other Prominence games, I had never thought of this. =/]]

Gaius woke up in the morning and walked to the river outside Taren City. He had a swim to get himself clean, washed his rags until they were somewhat dirty, and went off to the scriptorium.
"Cidellus, welcome to your new job," said Jasper, the head of the Scriptorium.
"Thank you," said Cidellus.
"You'll be copying these books today," said Jasper as he pointed to a small stack of books on a desk.
"Yes sir," said Cidellus as he walked over to the desk, sat down, and started the tedious work of copying the books.

***

Gaius's arm was aching after the copying, but he had completed his work and impressed Jasper. The copying also forced him to pay close attention, and he learned a bit from the writers of the past as he copied. On his way home, he stopped by the butcher shop, where he waited in line.
"Serillia is at it with Marfor again," said the man as his butcher was readying the meat.
"That's not surprising, it'll end with another stalemate though," said the butcher.
"Marfor is unbeatable, don't know why we didn't just ally them," said the man.
"Marfor would betray us as soon as they wiped out Serillia, and you know it," said the butcher.
"How do you know?" asked the man.
"Because Marfor's ruling dynasty consists of a bunch of assholes, that's how I know," said the butcher.
The man was silent, and the butcher gave him his meat. After paying for it, the man left, and the butcher turned to Gaius.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I'd like a castle, but I'll settle with a steak," said Gaius with a chuckle.
The butcher nodded, and prepared the meat. He handed Gaius the meat, and Gaius paid for it.
"What's your name?" asked the butcher.
"Gaius Cidellus," said Gaius.
"You of Serillian ancestry or something?" asked the butcher.
"I have no idea, why?" asked Gaius.
"Your face, and Gaius and Cidellus both sound pretty damn Serillian to me," said the butcher, "My name's Farilor, Sergeant Gorris Farilor, Tarenic Army."
"Pleased to meet you," said Gaius, "I'm in the army as well."
"As you heard, we'll probably both be fighting again soon," said Gorris.
"Yeah, I know," said Gaius.
"Good luck, I'd hate to see a youngster like you get his head chopped off and put on a pike," said Gorris.
"Thanks," said Gaius.
"Now get out of here," said Gorris with a chuckle.
"See you tomorrow," said Gaius as he walked out the door.
Gaius returned home, after cooking and eating the steak, Gaius collapsed onto his bedroll and fell asleep.

Name: Gaius Cidellus
Titles/Ranks: Private of the Tarenic Army
Age: 20
Gold: 390
Pay: 400 gold a day
PP: 0
Occupation: Scholar, working at a scriptorium
Home: Shack in the Slums
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Build: Slim (athletic 2/3 - one from swimming, one from red meat)
Skills
Fighting - Journeyman
Reading - Journeyman [Job Upgrade - 1/5]
Items
Weapons - Tarenic iron shortsword

Charley worked with an instructor about very good speeches from the past and how to phrase things correctly so that he could become very persuasive if needed.  He then was made a minor diplomat and basically just assisted and observed the more senior ones.  Charley then got some meat and went home to sleep.

Name: Charley Deallus I
Titles/Ranks: Awesome
Age: 19
Gold: 390
Pay: 400
PP: 0
Occupation: Diplomat
Home: Radio Shack
Height: 6ft 1in
Weight: 170lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Build: Slim
Skills 
Fighting = Journeyman
Oration = Journeyman
Awesomeness
Items
Weapons - Tarenic Iron Shortsword

omg Septim ur good :O

[[OOC: WAR!

You fight for your country, and by the end, it is a stalemate. However, from the war, you do manage to loot 1000 gold coins, a steel melee weapon of your choosing, and a steel kite shield. We don't have to buy food. Because we didn't gain victory, we receive no PP. Woot! Congratulations!]]

Gaius woke up, relieved himself in a public toiler, and buckled his shortsword to his belt. He would begin wearing it from now on, to show his training in the military, and to have the security of a weapon. He then took a swim and noticed that his body was becoming more fit. After redressing, Gaius began walking towards the scriptorium, only to hear a town criew say something saddening on the way.
"War has been declared between the Serillian-Tarenic Alliance and the Marforian Empire! All men of the Tarenic Army are asked to report to the barracks for army and kit assignment as soon as possible!" exclaimed the crier.
Gaius, glad that he had his shortsword already, ran to the scriptorium and saw Jasper waiting with a longsword at his side and the somewhat fine clothes of a Tarenic officer on his person, along with several medals.
"Mr. Jasper?" asked Gaius.
"Major Kenneth Jasper of the Tarenic Army to you, soldier," said Jasper with a weak smile, "I'm closing the scriptorium until the war ends, I am glad you came to tell me that you would be unable to work, but it wasn't required."
"You're welcome, sir," said Gaius.
"Come with me to the barracks," said Jasper as he stepped out his door, putting out the flame on his last candle as he left. He locked the scriptorium's door and nodded to the guard outside before walking with Gaius to the barracks.

***

Upon arrival, Gaius was given the standard Tarenic kit of one spear, one leather cuirass, a leather cap, a pair of leather boots, and a plain white tunic. After putting the uniform on, Gaius packed his things into a small standard issue sack along with his rations and was given his army assignment. He would be assigned to General Chase's second army's ninth group, third row, second section. After getting into place, they waited for the rest of the citizens to arrive and get outfitted before marching out the barracks gates, and out of the city. Off to war, off to the battlefield, where the blood of men would water the grass. War, the dread of mothers of the soldiers from both sides. War, a destructive entity that desired the blood of soldiers. War, another horrid war.

***

After five months of minor skirmishes and intense fighting, the war ended with another stalemate, just as Gorris the butcher had predicted. However, during the war, the Tarenic-Serillian alliance had captured a major city, and the soldiers had been allowed to loot the city. Gorris managed to receive around a thousand gold in the pillaging, along with a longsword and a shield from a dead Marforian officer. The sword was unengraved, but the shield had the officer's coat of arms, as well as that of the Marforian Emperor's. Before he could use it, he would have to pay the 200 gold required to replaced them with Tarenic letters. However, he would wear the longsword as it was both a fine weapon, and a spoil of war. After returning home and being given a speech by a General, Gaius returned to his home, bathed, and fell asleep. Work at the scriptorium would begin the day after the war, and Gaius needed his sleep.

Name: Gaius Cidellus
Titles/Ranks: Private of the Tarenic Army
Age: 20.5
Gold: 390
Pay: 400 gold a day
PP: 0
Occupation: Scholar, working at a scriptorium
Home: Shack in the Slums
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 195 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Build: Athletic
Skills
Fighting - Journeyman
Reading - Journeyman [Job Upgrade - 1/5]
Items
Weapons -
Tarenic iron shortsword
Steel longsword (spoil of war)
Marforian steel kite shield (spoil of war)

"Over the course of the war Adam 'earned' a 1000 gold in bounty and got himself a unique sword from a dead Marforian Brigadier one which killed instantly anyone it made contact with as the metal was forged in poison along with a medium-small oblong shield that a strong person could wield together with his medium length sword."

[[He said "a steel melee weapon of your choosing, and a steel kite shield." Not godmod and uber the shit out of it!]]

Name: Travis Leiondon
Titles/Ranks: Town Fool
Age: 20
Gold: 1685
Pay: 350 a day
PP: 0
Occupation: Protector
Home: Smelly Shack
Height: 6 ft 4 in
Weight: 168 lbs
Hair color: Cyan
Eye color: Blue
Build: Slim (1 of 3 to Athletic)
Skills:
Fighting - Journeyman
Items:
-Tarenic Iron Shortsword
-Marforian Steel Shortsword
-Marforian Steel Kiteshield

Meh, too lazy to write anything.  Went to war, looted, all that jazz...

[[OOC: Himanil, do something like that again and I will have to kick your ass out of the RP. There is no excuse for that, I'll give you a single chance, don't blow it.]]

[[Septim I need to know what the rank I was given is and how much I'll be earning... :O]]

Charley woke up and went to the embassy again to be a diplomat.  He listened to a bunch of older men ramble about negotiations and speeches they had given in their past and how successful they had worked.  Charley survived through the day, got some meat, and went home to sleep.

Name: Charley Deallus I
Titles/Ranks: Awesome
Age: 21
Gold: 1775
Pay: 400
PP: 0
Occupation: Diplomat
Home: Radio Shack
Height: 6ft 1in
Weight: 170lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Build: Slim
Skills 
Fighting = Journeyman
Oration = Journeyman[2/5]
Awesomeness
Items
Weapons
- Tarenic Iron Shortsword
- Tarenic Steel longsword
- Marforian Steel Kiteshield

[Edited]

Working in the office, Michael did little of excitement. Due to the absence of battles, he was confined to doing a desk job. Of course, things would change, as armed men with Marforian emblems on their shields had been roaming the streets as of late...
at any rate, Michael planned on having a break soon.

Name: Michael Drake
Titles/Ranks: First Level MO
Age: 20.5
Gold: 1385 (+350 -5)
Pay: 350
PP: 0
Occupation: Military Officer
Home: Shack on outskirts of Tarenic Capital
Height: Average
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Build: Slim
Skills
Fighting - Journeyman
Tactics - Journeyman (2/5)
Items
Weapons - Tarenic Iron Shortsword
Curved Steel Axe

[[OOC: Will have a short, yet important invasion. Marfor invaded the Tarenic capitol and took the palace, along with most of the city, before a large Serillian army moved in and pushed back the Marforians. We are now under Serillian rule, and Taren no longer exists as a nation, now being part of Serillia. After this fight, we gain one skill point in tactics, and one in fighting, along with 1,500 gold. We also receive 3 PP and an advance in rank (if you're an officer, you receive the advance due to a tactics increase, if you're a NCO, then you are bumped up to Sergeant.]]

Gaius awoke early and took a swim, afterwards, he walked to the scriptorium and began copying scrolls and books for Jasper. Afterwards, he bought a loaf of bread at the bakery, returned hope, ate it, and went to bed.

*******

Gaius awoke to screaming and panic and quickly grabbed his longsword. He ran outside with the sword drawn and turned left to see a large formation of Marforian troops marching down the street. Knowing he would have no change unless he regrouped with the Tarenic Army, Gaius retreated down the street, running and looking in all directions as he ran. He soon reached the palace gates, where several soldiers were banging at the reinforced iron gates.
"Let us in!" roared Gorris the butcher, "We can fight!"
"We can't risk it!" yelled the voice of Major Jasper, far above.
"Then throw us weapons and armor!" yelled Gaius.
"No, I am sorry Gaius," said Major Jasper firmly, "A large number of soldiers are holding the Southern part of the city, go there."
"Gorris, follow me," said Gaius as he ran off, the butcher, along with most of the soldiers, followed Gaius through the city. There were several encounters with Marforians, but they managed to evade most of the soldiers. They soon reached the Southern part of the city, seperated from the north by the Tarenic River. Gaius ran across the bridge, and was almost shot by an archer.
"Allies? Hurry! Get across!" yelled the man in charge who Gaius recognized as Colonel Alexander Rhodes, descendant of the famous General, Winston Rhodes. The small group of soldiers ran across, and Farilor leaned against a statue, breathing heavily.
"Who is in charge?" asked Colonel Rhodes as he approached.
"He was," said Gaius as he pointed to the winded butcher.
"You have command of this group now, what is your rank?" asked the Colonel.
"Private, sir," said Gaius.
"You're a sergeant now," said the Colonel.
"Marforians, incoming!" yelled a man in the stone tower high above.
"Form a defense! Newcomers, grab packs in the buildings!" yelled Rhodes.

***

After a three day siege of the southern part of town, the Marforians were finally driven out of Tarenor by a massive Serillian Army under the command of General Cassius Varus, installing Calus Serillus as the governor of the newly formed Province of Taren (due to the fact that the Tarenic royal family had been massacred on the night of the invasion). Gaius, along with the many other heroes who had held Southern Tarenor, were given Stars of Sarvalai for their heroic actions. After the ceremony, Gaius returned home and sat down. Jasper had been killed in the invasion when the Marforians had taken the palace, he would need to find a new scriptorium.

Name: Gaius Cidellus
Titles/Ranks: Sergeant of the Serillian Army
Age: 21.5
Gold: 3680
Pay: 400 gold a day
PP: 3
Occupation: Scholar, working at a scriptorium
Home: Shack in the Slums
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 195 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Build: Athletic
Skills
Fighting - Veteran
Reading - Journeyman [Job Upgrade - 1/5]
Tactics - Journeyman
Items
Weapons -
Tarenic iron shortsword
Steel longsword
Marforian steel kite shield
Star of Sarvalai

[[OOC: You are a Sergeant with 3 PP, a veteran skill level in fighting, and a journeyman skill level in tactics.]]

[OOC-Making up for the 4 days. Sorry for not posting as I currently have my exams going on which will end by the 15th]

Adam was racing forward with his comrades secretly cursing their general who had too much of a passion for conducting offensive warfare. Arrows started flying, 2 of his comrades fell. They had reached the road blockade as another comrade fell. He was looking at the face of the enemy archer whose arrow missed him by inches striking the one behind him. Adam's hand with the sword went up in the air and came straight down on the archers skull as his comrades engaged the other archers. Adam held the dying enemy in his hands as he fell, bleeding heavily and the insides of his face horribly revealed, who spoke his last words, 'I c..............'
All of a sudden Adam woke up breathing very hard and sweating all over. 'It was a nightmare,' he muttered to himself, 'Just a silly nightmare.'
Adam went out and looked around. The cool breeze of the night was refreshing but somehow contaminated, it smelt of nothing but blood and slaughter. He looked at his award the 'Star of Sarvali', he'd done nothing but murdered other soldiers and they called him a hero for that. Contemplating deeply on the vagaries and horrors of war he went to his bed thinking of how to get work at some new scriptorium tomorrow morning.




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Name: Adan Dragstorm
Titles/Ranks: Sergeant in the Tarenic Army
Age: 21.5
Gold: 3370
Pay: 400
PP: 3
Occupation: Scholar
Home:Large Dilapidated Shack
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 205 lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Golden
Build: Athletic
Skills
Fighting - Veteran
Reading - Journeyman (After 4 days want to know how if any upgrade will take place)
Items
Star of Sarvali
Tarenic iron shortsword
Katana
Iron kite shield

[[OOC: Busy.  Fixed my gold amount(I think) since I didn't add the 1.5k from the last battle.  Running around a bunch today and having to clean up lots of stuff -_-]]

Name: Charley Deallus I
Titles/Ranks: Awesome, Sergeant
Age: 22
Gold: 4220
Pay: 400
PP: 5
Occupation: Diplomat
Home: Radio Shack
Height: 6ft 1in
Weight: 170lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Build: Athletic
Skills 
Fighting = Journeyman
Oration = Journeyman[2/5]
Tactics = Journeyman
Awesomeness
Items
Weapons
- Tarenic Iron Shortsword
- Tarenic Steel longsword
- Steel Kiteshield
-Star of Sarvalai

Name: Travis Leiondon
Titles/Ranks: Town Fool, Sergeant of the Serillian Army, Leader of Protectors (Knight and Ringleader didn't go with my role XD)
Age: 22
Gold: 2510
Pay: 350 a day
PP: 5
Occupation: Protector
Home: Smelly Shack
Height: 6 ft 4 in
Weight: 168 lbs
Hair color: Cyan
Eye color: Blue
Build: Athletic
Skills:
Fighting - Veteran
Tactics - Journeyman
Archery - Veteran
Items:
-Tarenic Iron Shortsword
-Marforian Steel Shortsword (covered up Marforian Emblem)
-Marforian Steel Kiteshield (covered up Marforian emblem)
-Star of Sarvalai
-Yew Longbow
-60 Arrows
Followers:
-Garvik Rudann
   Age: 24
   Weapons: Steel Mace, and his fists.
   Description: has brown hair, looks like he has a plump build, due to his attire, but is actually rather skinny, has a grizzled beard, and has green eyes.
   Short Bio: Owing his life to Travis, he sticked with him, following him into all the little dilemnas Travis will get into.

Travis woke up, still sore from the battle before.  He grabbed his bow, sword, and quiver, and walked out of the shack.  When Travis gazed at it, he had a sudden feeling to get a better home.  however, he needed far more money for that.  Shrugging, Travis walked off, to do his daily rounds of patroling the gates for thieves.

After patrolling for about the entire day, Travis decided to have some food.  He walked off towards the bakery, and bought himself a nice loaf of bread.  As he walked off, Travis heard the sounds of fighting.  He ran off to the source, to find three bandits beating a man.  Travis pulled out his bow, and loosed an arrow at a bandit, piercing their shoulder.  Travis then unsheathed his blade, the Marforian emblem covered up, and stabbed a mugger in the leg, severely wounding him.  The third bandit, seeing that a trained protector was attacking him, ran off.
Travis offered his hand to the victim, which the man took, and stood up.  Travis saw that the man had brown hair, a grizzled beard, and small clothing that made him looked rather plump.

"Sir, you saved my life!" the man said, gaping at Travis.
"Meh, not really a Sir, more like a Peasant, but your welcome anyways," Travis said.
"Uhh, m'names Garvik Rudann, and I would like to thank you for protecting me.  Those blasted bandits would have thought twice had I been carrying my mace."
"You can fight?" Travis asked.
"Of course I can, I've been a protector for a while, not very good of it, mind you."
"Well, why don't you join me?  My shack can hold about two people, of course, it's not very comfortable."
"Well," Garvik said.  "I actually have a house to attend to in the city, but I'll help you around every day if you need it."
"Well, at least let me buy you a beer or two," Travis said cheerfully.
"Hah," Garvik said.  "I don't need any beer, when I can brew my own!  here, try this!"
Garvik held out a bottle to Travis, which he took and drank.  It was the most delightful beverage he had ever tasted.
"Why sir, I believe this brew could out do all taverns!" Travis said, draining the bottle.
"Uhh, don't say this to anyone, but I have this strange dream of owning a tavern.  Of course, I'm too poor to afford one, but-"
"It's okay, I'll help you get one!" Travis said.  "I make a fair amount of gold myself.  Maybe if I make enough, I'll buy it for you."
"Oh joy, you would!" Garvik cheered.  "You are too kind!"
"Meh, I hear that alot," Travis smiled.

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Travis went home, and eat his bread.  He then took off all his weaponry, and fell asleep on a haystack.