Post by Lord Dristian on Sept 6, 2006 15:01:26 GMT -5
Status Being Applied For: Lord Holder
Reason for Wanting this Status: Dristian is ambitious and intelligent, a perfect combination for a dramatic and fascinating Lord Holder. The character’s personality and history allow for many possible interactions with existing characters, as well as a believable and successful Holding. I shall be able to handle the task of managing a Hold category, as well as posting effectively in the Lord Holder’s position.
Hold Name and Description: Celos Sea Hold exists in one of the many coves along the Eastern shore of the Southern Continent. One end of the cove is a rocky promontory that juts out into the ocean, the other a sandy shoal that curves in a protective arc about the calm Harbour. The Hold itself is constructed of the abundant jungle wood that surrounds the cleared area.
Hall Location and Description: Not applicable
Sample Post, including this Status:
The air was thick with dust as Lord Dristian mercilessly galloped his rapidly tiring runnerbeast down the hoof-worn path to the lower fields. His entourage belatedly galloped after him, though their runnerbeasts were not nearly the quality of the Lord Holder’s, and Dristian couldn’t help but grin snidely at the reproach he would deliver them at their impudently slow pace. He ducked his wide figure low over the slavering beast’s neck, perfectly aware that his massive form contributed greatly to its struggle, to avoid the grasping branches of the jungle trees as the trail passed through a swath of untrimmed growth. This was yet another reason why he so enjoyed showing up unexpectedly at the minor Holds: he was always rewarded with lovely, shirked duties with which to reprimand the Holders. It kept them on their toes, certainly, and how could they begrudge their Lord Holder for expecting diligence in their tasks?
The path suddenly widened out into a suitable road for wagons to travel, and the trees abruptly ended, bestowing upon the Lord Holder a remarkable view of the sloping valley fields. In these, at least, the Holder had been diligent, for the forest was cleared well back from the actual crops, keeping back the unwanted flora, as well as allowing a warning sight of threats to the crops. Lord Dristian dismounted easily, handing his runnerbeast off to a startled fieldworker, and gestured imperiously for the man to lead the beast to water. As the older fellow scurried off, trailing the lagging beast, the rest of the entourage finally arrived. The lead rider, and head of Dristian’s personal guard, dismounted first and hurried to his Lord.
“Lord Holder,” he gasped, his face showing the strain of both the ride and this unpleasant encounter. “I apologize for our distance behind, but unfortunately…”
Lord Dristian merely raised his hand, cutting off the rest of the pathetic excuse, and quirked his brow in such a demeaning manner that the poor man writhed under the scrutiny. Of course, such fun would end soon enough, as this newest fellow grew accustomed to the Lord’s games. Although, he was already proving a much better guard than his recently removed predecessor, and Dristian decided that he may keep him around, despite the loss of such amusement, for his determination and skill.
“You there! Take these beasts to water; they appear to have tired quickly,” Lord Dristian called to another of the frozen fieldworkers, glancing idly at the Head Guard as if this was his fault. The man wrung his hands so that the Lord Holder couldn’t bear to watch the pale skin being constricted further. “Well? Aren’t you going to search them?” he asked imperiously. The Head Guard leaped into action, and Dristian certainly couldn’t deny that once performing his duties, the Head Guard was anything if not diligent. Once the members of the personal guard had found no dangerous items on the closest fieldworkers, a necessity scoffed at by other Lord Holders, Lord Dristian began striding to a group of runnerbeasts tethered nearby.
“Please, sir,” cried a man, suddenly bursting into movement. He rushed over, and the Lord Holder recognized by his shoulder knots that the man was overseeing this field. Dristian rolled his eyes at the minor Holder’s poor choice of overseer, as the man hadn’t even bothered to introduce himself. “These runnerbeasts are those of Holder Wakir’s and his men. They are currently viewing the crop over there…” The man gestured faintly, his eyes wide in fear and uncertainty at confronting his Lord Holder.
Dristian glanced briefly in the direction the man was gesturing and saw a minute stirring of activity as a small clump of men began surging his way. Ah, so the Holder finally knew that he was here. At least one of these fieldworkers had the sense to inform their Holder. “Well, I’m hardly going to stand here and wait for him, now am I? There are many other things I’d rather be doing today, and my time is not to be wasted simply because Holder Wakir was unprepared for my arrival. Certainly word came via fire lizard by now?” The man slowly shook his head, and Dristian had to hide a smile in his shoulder as he selected and clambered upon the most prospective runnerbeast. Of course word hadn’t been sent; after all, he hadn’t ordered it. Ignoring any further protests, Lord Dristian forced the reluctant beast into a trot, and soon the sound of other pounding hooves accompanied his own, as the Guard hurried to join him. They formed the appropriate loose circle about his own horse and rode to meet the hurrying Holder.
Reason for Wanting this Status: Dristian is ambitious and intelligent, a perfect combination for a dramatic and fascinating Lord Holder. The character’s personality and history allow for many possible interactions with existing characters, as well as a believable and successful Holding. I shall be able to handle the task of managing a Hold category, as well as posting effectively in the Lord Holder’s position.
Hold Name and Description: Celos Sea Hold exists in one of the many coves along the Eastern shore of the Southern Continent. One end of the cove is a rocky promontory that juts out into the ocean, the other a sandy shoal that curves in a protective arc about the calm Harbour. The Hold itself is constructed of the abundant jungle wood that surrounds the cleared area.
Hall Location and Description: Not applicable
Sample Post, including this Status:
The air was thick with dust as Lord Dristian mercilessly galloped his rapidly tiring runnerbeast down the hoof-worn path to the lower fields. His entourage belatedly galloped after him, though their runnerbeasts were not nearly the quality of the Lord Holder’s, and Dristian couldn’t help but grin snidely at the reproach he would deliver them at their impudently slow pace. He ducked his wide figure low over the slavering beast’s neck, perfectly aware that his massive form contributed greatly to its struggle, to avoid the grasping branches of the jungle trees as the trail passed through a swath of untrimmed growth. This was yet another reason why he so enjoyed showing up unexpectedly at the minor Holds: he was always rewarded with lovely, shirked duties with which to reprimand the Holders. It kept them on their toes, certainly, and how could they begrudge their Lord Holder for expecting diligence in their tasks?
The path suddenly widened out into a suitable road for wagons to travel, and the trees abruptly ended, bestowing upon the Lord Holder a remarkable view of the sloping valley fields. In these, at least, the Holder had been diligent, for the forest was cleared well back from the actual crops, keeping back the unwanted flora, as well as allowing a warning sight of threats to the crops. Lord Dristian dismounted easily, handing his runnerbeast off to a startled fieldworker, and gestured imperiously for the man to lead the beast to water. As the older fellow scurried off, trailing the lagging beast, the rest of the entourage finally arrived. The lead rider, and head of Dristian’s personal guard, dismounted first and hurried to his Lord.
“Lord Holder,” he gasped, his face showing the strain of both the ride and this unpleasant encounter. “I apologize for our distance behind, but unfortunately…”
Lord Dristian merely raised his hand, cutting off the rest of the pathetic excuse, and quirked his brow in such a demeaning manner that the poor man writhed under the scrutiny. Of course, such fun would end soon enough, as this newest fellow grew accustomed to the Lord’s games. Although, he was already proving a much better guard than his recently removed predecessor, and Dristian decided that he may keep him around, despite the loss of such amusement, for his determination and skill.
“You there! Take these beasts to water; they appear to have tired quickly,” Lord Dristian called to another of the frozen fieldworkers, glancing idly at the Head Guard as if this was his fault. The man wrung his hands so that the Lord Holder couldn’t bear to watch the pale skin being constricted further. “Well? Aren’t you going to search them?” he asked imperiously. The Head Guard leaped into action, and Dristian certainly couldn’t deny that once performing his duties, the Head Guard was anything if not diligent. Once the members of the personal guard had found no dangerous items on the closest fieldworkers, a necessity scoffed at by other Lord Holders, Lord Dristian began striding to a group of runnerbeasts tethered nearby.
“Please, sir,” cried a man, suddenly bursting into movement. He rushed over, and the Lord Holder recognized by his shoulder knots that the man was overseeing this field. Dristian rolled his eyes at the minor Holder’s poor choice of overseer, as the man hadn’t even bothered to introduce himself. “These runnerbeasts are those of Holder Wakir’s and his men. They are currently viewing the crop over there…” The man gestured faintly, his eyes wide in fear and uncertainty at confronting his Lord Holder.
Dristian glanced briefly in the direction the man was gesturing and saw a minute stirring of activity as a small clump of men began surging his way. Ah, so the Holder finally knew that he was here. At least one of these fieldworkers had the sense to inform their Holder. “Well, I’m hardly going to stand here and wait for him, now am I? There are many other things I’d rather be doing today, and my time is not to be wasted simply because Holder Wakir was unprepared for my arrival. Certainly word came via fire lizard by now?” The man slowly shook his head, and Dristian had to hide a smile in his shoulder as he selected and clambered upon the most prospective runnerbeast. Of course word hadn’t been sent; after all, he hadn’t ordered it. Ignoring any further protests, Lord Dristian forced the reluctant beast into a trot, and soon the sound of other pounding hooves accompanied his own, as the Guard hurried to join him. They formed the appropriate loose circle about his own horse and rode to meet the hurrying Holder.
