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Ancient Britons e.g. Picts, Celts, Roman conquerors ← PICK THIS ONE

HOLY SHIT YES
Ah thank you! I'll try to post something tomorrow. This week is a bit busy but after it I'm fine at least till finals :)
3 exams today so I'm pretty drained. I do wanna ask, how do you suggest I get in time with the plot now that you're off on another mission? I sorta assumed there would be more wind down time in base. If I have to sit this arc out I'm fine, just figured I'd ask though.
>When you can't progress an ic relationship without erping
Hey just curious, did we take any vows in order to become knights? I'm sorta wondering if my character has sworn off his inheritance to be here.

Edit: Pugbutters next post in the ic thread has dialogue from Rhysdar. I fully sanction this, as we worked on it together.

Rhydsar looked at the scene unfolding at the gate, and although he did eventually go inside to start exploring his new home, he first took note of the captain. While he noticed her age and how she was surrounded by an entourage of doting knights, he didn’t pay her that much mind aside from seeing she is in charge. Leaving his comrades post abandoned, he makes his way into the keep to find an old friend.


Although Rhydsar has to wonder to himself what exactly Pholus was doing searching among the maids, if it’s a serious threat it doesn’t matter. On the other hand, if it isn’t at least nothing's lost.

Happy to help out any way I can, Maids through, hardly conjurers of evil spirits are they?


Rhydsar is pleasantly surprised by the gesture of a handshake and enthusiastically grasps it.

Nice to meet you Pholus, my name’s Rhydsar. No, I haven't seen anything on the way here. Should I have?



  • Age: 17
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Appearance: Rhydsar has an athletic build, but the lanky build of a swimmer or runner, as opposed to the bulky build common to warriors. When it comes to weight or stature ergo, he has nothing on other soldiers. Rhydsar's features could be called boyish or feminine still, too. He hasn't grown a beard; nor has the softness in his face yet faded. He has a sharp pointed jaw and, cascading down his back, long white hair. In a word he is handsome, although this is only because his face has been spared the horrors of scars and his body not been forced to adapt to wrestling orcs. Perhaps soon this youthful innocence will fall by the wayside.
  • Personality: Rhydsar in his natural state is quiet and reserved, more prone to curl up inside his quarters and read a book than to lead a party in a toast. However he also goes to great pains to make sure that people do not see him in this state. He tries to be polite when it comes to letting his elders speak, but when his turn arrives to speak he steals the crowd and has no purpose other than to steal away with their attention; and perhaps, their admiration.
  • Brief Backstory: As the third son of a Marquis the boy would want for nothing and have few arduous responsibilities. If ever someone was privileged, it was this boy.

    In his tutelage he easily overtook his brothers. His spare time was spent adventuring around the demesne and reading heroic sagas. In adolescence boredom gave way to troublemaking. After being caught committing a petty crime, the Marquis, Rhydsar's father, decided the boy's punishment would be to tour with him on the coming campaign. Always eager for battle, and extraordinarily proficient at it, the boy soon found that the men took a liking to him. The Marquis, not only seeing his sons potential, but also wanting to keep him safe, decided to bribe Rhydsar's way through a squireship and into knighthood, before sending the boy to the Order of the Iron Rose. The declining Order, the nobleman thought, clearly wouldn't put him in danger. Meanwhile Rhydsar can continue to kill goblins and fight his little bandit wars without risking the health of the March in the process; for he had taken a great liking to leadership and to the chessboards of the battlefield, and the lord would not see this bloodthirst strip the land of its peaceful prosperity.
  • Skills: Strategical and Tactical Foresight, Horse Riding, Swordsmanship, Etiquette.

Rhydsar seemed to trudge, rather than march, to his destination. A soldier might not have proper morale or nourishment to march in proper time, and a child may lack the discipline to walk with a proper aristocratic stance, but Rhydsar’s pace seemed to reflect his mental state rather than his work ethic. The weeks of traveling had made him more reflective, philosophical—distracted. Introspection is really the only thing that can be counted on when you find yourself alone at nightfall.

Pholus came into view due to his stark contrast with the castle, giving Rhydsar time to reflect, as he approached, on what he saw: a boy, he observed, and not much older than himself. The large sword belonged to an intimidating warrior, but the rest of the boy did not measure up to it. Were Rhydsar able to look in a mirror, he would no doubt say the same about himself. It was not until the lordling edged closer to the gate that he saw this boy was tense, on edge, waiting for a battle to come. As he approached the boy, Rhydsar spoke with very clear and commanding diction.

I see you’ve been waiting for me. Are you the valiant knight who keeps the unworthy from tainting your hallowed halls?


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