Grand work, you two!

http://cove.sugeworld.com/forum/index.php?topic=15793.0

I'll be holding auditions for the main roles in the play, as well as understudies.

We will also be gathering costumes and props.

This is the chance to let your theatrical flag fly in preparation for the grand performance!

[Actors! Actresses!Understudies!Stage hands!Costumers!]

*Posters have been nailed onto trees across Cove, Minoc, Yew and Vesper.*

The Rage Of Raaz
A Theatrical Production

Hear ye, hear ye! Hoagie Theatrics is preparing a performance of the thrilling Covian tale "The Rage of Raaz."

The date of the rehearsal and performance is yet to be determined, but we are looking for:

Actors! Actresses!

Understudies!

Stage hands!

Costumers!

Please register your interest here, or directly with Commander Hoagie Grayner.

Provisional script available on request.

Let's give them a show!

Hoagie gazed around as his horse, Oats II, carried him around the outskirts of Cove. He couldn't recall how many Oatses he'd been through. At one point, the numbers had become too high to keep track of, so he restarted at Oats I. He was thankful for the horse, one of the few real privileges of his rank. He was getting old, after all. His old knees couldn't carry him around at a brisk trot all day like they used to.

So much blood spilled in the name of the Baron and Baronship. So much of it his own. So much sacrificed to protect and expand the borders and influence of his home. Was it worth the heavy toll it had taken on him? Would it be worth the heavy toll that it would take on so many others after him? Cove's influence over the North is a map with borders drawn in blood.

His horse carried him to the town gates. He looked up at those familiar torches. He thought of the banners hanging from the barracks. He thought of the thinly veiled fury on Torrak Keres' face as he was given the coveted Commander badge, the badge now resting, polished, on his own chest.

He thought of the map drawn by blood and sacrifice and smiled.

This is just a temporary thread until I get around to writing an actual recruitment guide:

Greetings to you! Looking for a life filled with action, adventure, danger, glory, and riches?

Then read on, for the Baronship of Cove seeks hardy men and women to settle the harsh lands that surround it!

Will you swear to protect the Baron and his people, donning the uniform of a Soldier of the Covian Army?

Perhaps you are better suited to civilian life, crafting and selling your wares or vying for power in the political arena. Or does the simple life of an Avatarian churchman appeal to you?

OOC: The Baronship of Cove is one of the oldest and largest roleplaying guilds on the Europa shard, featuring numerous positions to meet everyone's style of roleplay and experience level. Whether you're a roleplay veteran or a first timer, everyone is invited to join the experience that is BoC! Want to know more?

Visit our tome at http://cove.sugeworld.com or join our Discord on https://discord.gg/DUKQRXf

Let the adventure begin...

You can copy/paste it directly into books, at least in the classic client.

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*A mysterious man individually approaches the Scouts in the dead of night, hands them a crumpled note, and hurries away without speaking. It is very obviously Hoagie in disguise.*

Target: Sergeant Shadwell's horse.
Reason: Against regulation.

Profile:
* Eats apples.
* Hooves.
* Mane.
* Big horsey eyes.
* Usually located beneath Sergeant Shadwell.

[BY BARONIAL ORDER]

BY BARONIAL ORDER

To fulfil our duty as stewards of the North, we require a town hall for council meetings.

REQUIRED

* A plot of land.
* Space to accommodate a table with a luxurious chair, a non-luxurious but still comfortable chair, and three regular chairs.
* The Baron's chair should be subtly elevated above the others.
* Luxurious and comfortable chairs should have their backs to the wall. The other chairs should have their backs to large windows.
* Seating for honoured guests.
* Standing room for security details and general onlookers.
* Good acoustics for booing.

Any citizens assisting in the construction of the new Town Hall will be generously rewarded.

*Signed,*
Hoagie, Captain

[BOO]

A fine recounting, my liege.

Here are the notes from the meeting.

*Attached, hastily scribbled notes.*

We're hosting next one. Town hall.

Vesparians love orcs. Esca gone mad? Orcs bad. Drow bad. Elves bad. BOO Cala'n at next opp.

Want us to present reason for no orcs at next meeting. Obvious.

Trainings for the dunderheads.

Snacks at next meeting. CRISPS?

Crush King Loser Bucktooth. Vesper on board. Trinsic wishy-washy as per.

War on Trinsic. Rickets.

Avatar good. Yew good.

Many years ago, I oversaw the creation of the ultimate Covian weapon.

Goatbow.

Sadly, the original plans were lost in a fire.

Your assignment is to gather a selection of animals and equip them with mounted crossbows.

Assess them on the following qualities:

* Bloodthirst
* Accuracy
* Menace

Write a report of the experiment! Feel free to include other guardsmen on this voyage of discovery.

*Signed,*
Hoagie, Captain

[Prominent Bald Guardsmen]

There's a single trait that links the most renowned and be-medaled guardsmen in Covian history.

Grit? Courage? Strength?

No.

Baldness.

See the Vesparians, gazing into their mirrors. Funnelling the city coffers into expensive shampoos. Being temporarily blinded by flailing ponytails. It's the road to ruin.

Not convinced?

Prominent Bald Guardsmen

Ahmed al Maktoum
Gimbly
Grief Dryfh Gry
Hoagie
Marcus Kobra
Perrin Stonespear

Shave your head and you may find yourself up for immediate promotion.

*Signed,*
Hoagie, Captain

I needed supplies for a training I'm planning. Sadly, the tinker in Cove has long been dead, so we ventured to New Haven.

There, we encountered the thing all Covians fear. The panda. Locked into the tinkers shop, hearts pounding, we surged out and vanquished it.

A passing peasant gifted us a horse as tribute, which we immediately sold to a passing gargoyle for 50,000 gold.

Huge sum of money acquired, we went and got Kobra's head shaved, spending it all on the job.

*Signed,*
Hoagie, Captain

With my fancy, polished gear, I decided to embark on an early morning trek to Covetous. Once a familiar stomping ground, the walls were strange and threatening anew. The harpies' feathers seemed even more rustled, the gazers' eyes even more bulbous. The mongbats, oh, Avatar, the mongbats. Their tiny claws put a scratch in my platemail!

What I saw deeper within truly took me by surprise. Headless miners. Zombies, slaving away at the rock face, picking out gems only to discard them at their feet.

I gathered several, along with about 1,500 gold for our coffers, and beat my retreat.



*Signed,*
Hoagie, Captain

It is done.

https://jsrn.github.io/RPShot/

[Bob Bobson]

The Baronship requires a list of able blacksmiths, carpenters and tailors.

Please sign your name below along with your abilities, e.g.

Bob Bobson
* Master Tailor
* Journeyman Armour Reinforcement (ooc: imbuing)

The Baronship coffers are brimming with gold to give you for your service, but we need to know who you are.

*Signed,*
Hoagie,
Captainesque