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[b]Name:[/b]Wayfarer's Guild. Also know as the "Adventurer's guild."

[b]Race/Faction:[/b] Any except Ouroboros. In fact the Wayfarer's guild greatest draw is that anyone can apply, without discrimination, as long as you respect the political neutrality. 
[b]Age:[/b] Since the foundation of Cordath
[b]Description:[/b] The guild of Wayfarers is the umbrella term for rogues, sellswords, tomb-raiders, explorers, beast slayers or just people who love to travel and bring exotic gifts in general. Nobody can pin exactly what they do, merely they do what people do not dare or do not bother to even consider because of the danger. It all boils down to one thing. Get rich and famous or die trying. That's all there to it. 

One could believe that such an environment would lead to great grudges and a very dysfunctional guild, but there is camaraderie among adventurers (or "wayfarers" as they like themselves to call). The Code of the Way has saved many from an untimely death, and it involves helping other Wayfarers in need, always allowing a fellow Wayfarer to share a shelter, and save all the disputes for the Guild's mediation. Nothing has killed more Wayfarers than quarrels over the loot.

[b]Motivation:[/b] Gold, coin and the thrill of adventure, of course!
[b]History:[/b]Initially an offspring of the Courier's guild, created in order to protect the message carriers over the more dangerous roads, soon it grew beyond its initial scope and actively sought out to root out dangers in the roads and find treasurers to bring back to the guild. With the reform of the Code of the Way, the guild achieved the form and status it has today.  The Guild of Wayfarers may not be the most reputed, nor the most influential, but the sole mention of the Guild being contracted in (increasingly) common military contracts have sent chills down the spine to anyone who has been unlucky enough to be in the wrong end of one of their contracts.

The current organization of the guild has a dozen of veterans, and several dozen of recruits and inexperienced Wayfarers. This has always been the case, as advancement in the guild carries an important risk of death due to all the hazardous tasks they're employed into.

[b]Strengths:[/b] The Guild of Wayfarers is pretty adaptable to any kind of situation, as it is comprised of a hard core of battle-tested survivors, which they are resourceful and utterly fearless.

[b]Weakness:[/b] Despite the best efforts to put an united front, the lone wolf nature of Wayfarers makes coordination a bit dicey at times, few of the new recruits will live to become seasoned Wayfarers due to a staggering mortality rate in contracts, and they do have a poor social reputation due to the fact they draw all sorts of rogues and halfbloods in their ranks.

[b]What is the most important thing to know about your guild?[/b]
It houses an unbelievable amount of talent, unchained by social conventions.
[b]What is your guild's greatest flaw?[/b]
In the end, all Wayfarers are lone wolves. Infighting is not unusual.
[b]Why should your guild be in a position to influence an entire country?[/b] Mainly to offer an outlet to outcasts and pariahs and still do something constructive.
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[b]Name:[/b] Guildmaster Raven. - Formely known as Markus Cordathion

[b]Race/Faction:[/b] Wayfarer's Guild 

[b]Age:[/b] Over 200 year old. Appears to be in his early thirties.

Description: Master Raven is a tall, lanky man that is pure sinew and vitality. He has a rather charming, youthful face, with a small beard he keeps neatly trimmed. He posseses blue eyes that give alway an air of a quiet philosopher. Some scars mar his skin and face, but that only add to the rough looks of his character. He has a suave voice, and walks with great grace, like an overgrown cat. He usually wears simple but comfortable leather clothes, but he can don readily armor if it requires him to do so. While he technically can don a full plate if the situation requires it, he is more comfortable with leather armors and the lightweight equipment.
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[b]"Class":[/b] Wayfarer (Adventurer)

[b]Motivation:[/b] What drives your character through this campaign? Regret to have let things degrade to this point.

[b]History:[/b] Markus was born in the highest cradle one could dream of. Being the third son of a king. His early life was spent among luxury and stern teachings. But since from an early age he felt... he was different. While he didn't neglect his lessons in education and swordsmanship, there was always the nagging feeling to look at the light that filtered through the richly decorated windows of the palace. He felt that instead of luxury, his fate was to live in a gilded cage. The situation exploded in his teenage years, when he met a beatiful but half-blood fortuneteller and witch named Mirath, and he began to court her. Of course the situation was seen as an outrage, so the young prince eloped with Mirath. He was young and stupid, and he pressed his luck a bit too far. His name was struck from History, and the King declared his defiant son dead.

Markus felt it was a blessing in disguise. He finally found himself able to breathe freely and find his own destiny along his soulmate. Except...it wasn't all that easy. Both were outcasts who tried to scrape by taking oddjobs. Nevertheless, they never felt unhappy. They had eachother. They shared every secret to themselves, including the secret of eternal youth and Mirath's magic. Markus was surprised that he had a sizeable magical talent, and he took his lessons readily. Life seemed happy for the wandering couple, until Mirath decided that when she was heavy with child, she wanted to at least visit her mother in Cealla, being half Shrikanti herself. Markus had his reservations, recalling the insular nature of her people, but relented.

In Cealla, her wife and child died. Not because of hatred, but because of a random accident with a carriage out of control. No real culprit. No focus of revenge. Markus soon spiraled into a drunken stupor, and tried to drink himself to death in the same city. It was in one of his drunk rages when he picked a fight that he couldn't win. His opponent was of great talent, of a level he had never seen in his life, all while he stroke his magnificent beard. He moved the staff like a quarterstaff, and he could punch like a brawler. He could do magic aswell, as he did to heal Markus' broken bones. The old man, known as Zarius, was the Guildmaster of the Wayfarer's guild, and took the wrecked Markus under his wing, as he had seen talent in the drunken prince.

Markus grew to like the lifestyle of adventuring. He found his life calling. Ever on the road, under the infinite stars. Each day a new challenge. Each day a new adventure. He lived on despite his loss, and when old Zarius finally breathed his last, his comrades at the guild elected him as the next Guildmaster. He was very reluctant to take the spot at first, but finally relented. Christening himself as Master Raven ("Raven" being his Wayfarer nickname), he returned to the capital after long last. Much to his chagrin he wasn't recognized, and he liked to keep it that way.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Good Fighter, Cunning, Survivor, Experienced, Magic Talent

[b]Weakness: [/b]Callous, Uncommitted, Lone Wolf, Hedonist, Troll

[b]What is the most important thing to know about your character? [/b]
Born as prince, but lives his life as a rogue in search of adventure.

[b]What is your character's greatest flaw?[/b]

Probably his inability to commit to positions of much responsibility.

[b]Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country? [/b]

Because probably everyone else is crazy with power or has hidden agendas. 

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[hider=Test Post]"I am going to need a new sword." The man said, covered in scratches, blood and gore, eyeing the blade's hilt with frustration. The blade had literally snapped in half, thus rendering the sword unuseable. Here and there, the landscape of the woods was covered in broken branches and gore, the other half of the blade sticking out of the neck of the still and inert body of a large bear. A voice was heard to his left, and Raven looked in that direction.

"...th...thank you, Guildmaster." The young woman croaked, bruised and with her leather tattered, but not in immediate danger of dying. Not unlike her comrades, who laid scattered around the forest clearing. All over it, in pieces. The fight with the beast had been fierce, and it had cost the lives of several Wayfarers. She couldn't help as she began to cry, among sobs of "I want to go home."

"It's the code of the Way, rookie." Raven answered back, his steps calm as measured as he went to dislodge the scrap of metal that had been half his blade from the bear's neck. Perhaps he could recycle it. "What's your name?"

"Cerise". She answered as she steadied herself.

"Cerise. Well, listen well Cerise." The Guildmaster answered. "I will take you home. Nobody said that the Wayfarer guild was an easy job." Raven snorted, as he weighed the two pieces of the sword. "You can probably find better ways to live and not end up like your teammates." He paused bitterly. "Not that there's that many, mind. Country is going to shit." He muttered under his breath.

"Pardon?" The young Wayfarer answered.

"Oh nothing." The Guildmaster waved his hand off, as he approached the girl and allowed her to stand on her feet. "First mission is always tough. A lot of recruits don't make through." He blurted out. "Still your choice if you want to go on." He finished awaiting no answer.

But before she could add a word, Raven put two fingers on her mouth, his body tensing as he eyed to some section of the forest. A second bear lurched menacingly, and was going towards them deliberatedly. "Well...seems like you'll have to run, Cerise. Can you?"

The girl just nodded.

"Good, position yourself, and only run after I engage the bear." Raven commanded. "Unless I do this way, it's going to chase and eat you." He added. Mentally cursing himself for the situation, his eyes darted throughout the impromptu battlefield.[i]I have to face a bear with a broken blade due to some stupid newbies biting more than they can chew. The joys of being the Guildmaster.[/i] He grimaced, as he spotted a spear amidst the dead bodies. He took it and weighed it. It would have to do.

It was then when the girl couldn't help herself and started running away panicked. The bear didn't give her much time until it was sprinting after her, bent on having her flesh.

"Stupid girl." Raven added as he twirled his spear following the beast. He needed something better than a spear to actually finish the bear, that kind of beast was too portly for normal weapons. He couldn't find any. His barely functional weapons would have to do. He threw it with all the might he could muster, trying to strike true. It hit the bear in its hind legs, and the creature roared.

[i]Good, I got his attention. Bad news. Now he's pissed at me. Heh.[/i] He took the broken blade in his hand and kept himself steady. The might creature ran towards him, intent of trampling him with one of his bone-breaking claws. Raven counted his heartbearts. He eyed at the bear, and slid in the right moment underneath the bear's frame, his left shoulder being grazed as a result. Resolution turned into killer intent, as he shot the broken blade under the bear's left armpit.

He knew he had hit true when a disgusting splash of bear blood hit his face, the roars of the beast becoming in pain as he tumbled and. 

[i]No no no no no...[/i]

Guildmaster Raven rolled out of his way just in time to not be buried in smelly bear carcass. The blood on his armor made the dead leaves and dirt stick to his armor even more, as he spit some blood that had gotten inside his mouth.

"You killed a bear with a broken sword..." The stupid newbie girl said as an additional comment, stating the evident. There was awe in her voice, as Raven worked his way to his feet.

"Yeah, and you owe me your maidenhood for this." Raven added, not skipping a heartbeat.

"WHAT!?" The delivery of that sentence rattled the young Wayfarer to the core, her face red as a beet, as Guilmaster Raven begun to walk towards her.

"Just kidding. But you owe me for this. A sword in fact."The Guildmaster corrected as he began to pick his things and walk away, and wonder where he could sell a couple of bear hides.[/hider]