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 Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 7:27 pm
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Welcome to the House of the Vanquishers
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 6:05 pm
*dips head in greeting* I would love to join this house but sadly I don't know who to speak to would you mind telling me who to talk to? so I may join this house?
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 7:08 pm
*Walks in* So this is the place? To whom do i speak to, to join this house?
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 6:45 am
Artorias looks you over from head to toe while circling around your bowed form.
I am the head of this house. You speak to me... and as for joining. You don't just...'join'...you prove that you're worth the name of Vanquisher. Artorias walks away and with his back turned to the 'applicant' - he reaches his hands into his pockets and awaits her response.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 6:53 am
A stranger walks into the Vanquisher House. It is a large, wood and cobblestone cabin. reminiscent of a modern-day mountain homes.
There are tables filled with food, fresh and ready for a feast. Yet no one is seated to eat it. The house is empty, aside from the House leader, Artorias.
Who stands in front of a crackling, glowing ember-filled fire-place.
His hands are behind his back, locked together. One hand grasping the others wrist. Noble pose, indeed.
"Oh...do invite yourself in...I, oh so enjoy the...'company'..." Artorias turns his head slightly behind himself, to take a glance at his visitor."For what purpose have you come here? - Surely you do not suppose that you just...'join' the Vanquishers, now do you?" Artorias turns around to face him completely now. Arms rested in his pants pockets."Well...if you'd like to join...you'd have to prove yourself to me...prove that you are worthy of the title Vanquisher.''
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 1:48 pm
Dark Soul Artorias A stranger walks into the Vanquisher House. It is a large, wood and cobblestone cabin. reminiscent of a modern-day mountain homes.
There are tables filled with food, fresh and ready for a feast. Yet no one is seated to eat it. The house is empty, aside from the House leader, Artorias.
Who stands in front of a crackling, glowing ember-filled fire-place.
His hands are behind his back, locked together. One hand grasping the others wrist. Noble pose, indeed.
"Oh...do invite yourself in...I, oh so enjoy the...'company'..." Artorias turns his head slightly behind himself, to take a glance at his visitor."For what purpose have you come here? - Surely you do not suppose that you just...'join' the Vanquishers, now do you?" Artorias turns around to face him completely now. Arms rested in his pants pockets."Well...if you'd like to join...you'd have to prove yourself to me...prove that you are worthy of the title Vanquisher.'' *Looking at Artorias first then slowly gazes around the room* I did not merely think i could just 'join' the Vanquishers. I figured there would have to be some type of test. *Raiden Folds his arms and cocks his head to the side* How would i have to prove that i am worthy?
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 11:46 am
-Sam shakes his arms in the air - by committing regicide and gaining honor
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 8:19 pm
It had been about half a year since I last checked this forum for applicants. I about died laughing when I read your post. You took the words right out of my mouth.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 9:46 pm
*Swordz walks in with a cocky smile on his face* It is a pleasure to meet with you. I am swordz, talented swordsman of balance itself. I heard you needed to see if i am worthy.
Well i have one summon that is stronger than anything in this world.... Would you like to see? *He looks up as he bows down*
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:18 pm
Oblivion awaits his newfound visitor. Resting on his throne made of obsidian shaded bones, grafted from multiple beasts, mythical and otherwise. The polished, maple-wood floor reflects and refracts the light emanating from the grand, stone fireplace behind his throne. The glowing embers dance through the air before being extinguished by a sudden gust of cold wind, when Oblivion met his visitors gaze.
"...Stronger than anything in this world...huh?"
Oblivion propped himself off of his throne into a standing position. Between him and his visitor, were a few wooden steps. A golden-embroidered, crimson carpet created a path from the throne to the front door from which his visitor has entered. His visitor sit crouched down on one knee, bowing. Head up to meet the eyes of death.
"...I'll only say this once...if you've come here expecting this to be easy. You are gravely mistaken."
Oblivion's torn, black cape imitated the darkness of the void. Hanging loosely from his armored shoulders. Followed in the same nature of his long black hair. Swaying to his right side, caused by the draft. The Bright-Field commander's crest designed into his breastplate. He made his way down the steps to meet his Visitor before standing a mere ten-feet from him.
"Now...impress me."
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:20 pm
Ex ObIivion It had been about half a year since I last checked this forum for applicants. I about died laughing when I read your post. You took the words right out of my mouth. well then may I join the vanquishers? Since I impressed you to some degree
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:23 pm
Don't assume anything. I was humored, not impressed. You're still going to have to prove that you deserve the title of Vanquisher.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:27 pm
Ex ObIivion
Oblivion awaits his newfound visitor. Resting on his throne made of obsidian shaded bones, grafted from multiple beasts, mythical and otherwise. The polished, maple-wood floor reflects and refracts the light emanating from the grand, stone fireplace behind his throne. The glowing embers dance through the air before being extinguished by a sudden gust of cold wind, when Oblivion met his visitors gaze.
"...Stronger than anything in this world...huh?"
Oblivion propped himself off of his throne into a standing position. Between him and his visitor, were a few wooden steps. A golden-embroidered, crimson carpet created a path from the throne to the front door from which his visitor has entered. His visitor sit crouched down on one knee, bowing. Head up to meet the eyes of death.
"...I'll only say this once...if you've come here expecting this to be easy. You are gravely mistaken."
Oblivion's torn, black cape imitated the darkness of the void. Hanging loosely from his armored shoulders. Followed in the same nature of his long black hair. Swaying to his right side, caused by the draft. The Bright-Field commander's crest designed into his breastplate. He made his way down the steps to meet his Visitor before standing a mere ten-feet from him.
"Now...impress me."
With Pleasure.... *creating a rift that reveals a link he summons rune of the beast* All it takes now, is one, simple click. http://tinyurl.com/pypa69l
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 10:27 pm
very well enguard ! - Sam would then take off his coat revealing himself to be a anthro dragon as he then drew his weapon and pointed at his commanding officer having been part of the knights of brightfield . " a shame I was hoping there wasn't to be any fighting "
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