The Recruitment Office

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Here is where you can request to join the Army. To do so, you simply must post a reply to this thread stating your name, which division you wish to join and why, and describe your weapon [if you have one, otherwise these will be given out once accepted]. I will respond telling you whether or not your application to join my Army is accepted, instructions about what to do next can be found in the training information boards.

Prince Arthur Pendragon

[Evie Perroy]

It had taken Evie hours to reach the recruitment office. She had doubled back on herself several times to make sure she wasn't being followed. Her decision to join the Royal Army was one that it had taken her all four years after her father's death to mull over. But she was decided, the Brotherhood was not for her, as she did not hate the Pendragons in the way they did. Of course they would always be a big part of her life, but she wished to improve on her abilities outside of the institution, and the Royal Army seemed the perfect place for that. It would just have to done in secret. Her aim was not to betray one to the other.

It was her day off and Evie was wearing her armour, arguably the nicest outfit she owned. She had taken care to wash her hair in a bucket of icy water that morning, and even borrowed some of the ghastly make up from her friends who worked the streets, in an attempt to make her cheeks look pinker and eyelashes longer. The result was a young girl who did not look like a low, and Evie was satisfied. When she reached the recruitment office, she did not dare to look the Prince in the eye, but instead reiterated the speech she had gone over time and time again in her head, staring intently at the flagstone floor.

"Your Highness." she fell into an awkward courtesy before continuing in her politest voice, "My name is Evelyn Roy and I wish to join the army. I have no weapon, and would request a sword... I wish to train in the Assassin's division. I have a sound theoretical knowledge, but no practice. I believe I would be an asset to your forces."

She only altered her name slightly; she didn't want Arthur making any links between herself and the brotherhood. Whilst Evie was more interested in swordfighting than ruthless killing, she had realised it would be ridiculous to go completely against her father's way of life. It was in her blood. She was learning what he loved, and was good at- just for a different side, that was all.

[OOC: Arthur, if I am accepted in the army, can my group stay (blue) as low for the time being, as I feel that's a more important aspect to Evie's character than being in the army?]

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur looked the young girl up and down. She stood in very revealing armour but made no eye contact, which told Arthur she might not be as confident and self assured as he expected.
Staring at the floor, she stated her reasons for joining and that she wanted to be an assassin.

Arthur nodded, handing her a form and said "Fill this in and sign the bottom. Then we may begin training when you wish."

(OOC: no problem, we will keep your group as "Low" for now but you may add recruit to your signature ot personal writing (below your avater))

[Sir Agron Esa]

Agron approached Prince Arthur with grace and dignity, his head held high.

“My Lord Arthur,” Agron greeted, dipping his head in a courteous but reserved manner, no hint of a sycophancy that the Prince would no doubt find abhorrent.

“My name is Agron of Deira,” he spoke, when he was graced with the Prince’s attention. “I have travelled from my uncle’s kingdom of Mercia with the desire to train with you and your knights and learn all I can of the military arts. If it is your wish then I hope to one day return the favour you bestow in your tuition by swearing my allegiance to you and your kingdom and becoming a member of your royal cavalry.”

Arthur was known the land over as a fair and just knight. It was highly unlikely that he would send him on his way without even a trial but what came after that was of Agron’s making. He had no desire to be a mere guard of Camelot but he knew that the training for knighthood, if it was anything like the training in Mercia, was long and very hard work. It needed to be. The knights were the most elite warriors of the army. They were more than just fine warriors, they were fine men, honourable and diligent in their betterment. They were not merely tournament champions but the protectors of kingdoms and the champions of people. It took a lot to earn the right to that kind of title, certainly more than noble birth and an average mastership of the sword, which was currently all Agron of Deira could really lay claim to.

He awaited the Prince’s verdict. Was he a suitable candidate?

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Next to come into the office was a man who looked the part of a warrior more than anyone Arthur had seen that day. It was of course said that looks were deceiving, but Arthur had high hopes as he listened to the mans speech.

So he was from Mercia, a fine kingdom- although not one that would usually send good men to Camelot to train. Still, if he fought the way he looked Arthur would be proud to have him in his ranks.

"Agron," He began, "I would be honoured to have you in my cavalry. Training will be hard and i will push you to your limits, but should you pass my tests and prove yourself worthy then i will accept you gladly."

He smiled and passed the recruit the appropriate forms.

You may now update your signature to "Recruit" and begin training when you wish. Please read the rules and guidelines first to get an idea of what we require and then we look forward to your post!

[Sir Tristan de Braose]

Tristan had worked up quite a sweat that morning whilst undertaking his daily routine. After he had woke, had a quick wash and eaten a fine hearty breakfast he had spent the rest of the morning training himself. As, up until now, hadn't quite found the moment to go to the recruitement office. It always made him feel good when he trained. He had been taught well back in Cornwall so was highly skilled with a sword and bow, yet a few aspects definatly needed improvement. This was why he was here. That and his father's constant nagging to get a job and this was all he had known. Ever since he was young his father had wantd nothing more than for him to become a knight, so Tristan was going to make him proud.

As Tristan through himself into a strong stride, he caught a glimpse of himself in a puddle of water on the floor. His reflection was somewhat disturbing as his face was shiny with sweat and held a certain amount of mud and dust picked up from the ground. He knew he could not present himself like this so made a small detour to clean himself up. After which, he forced himself back on track. His heart began to flutter slightly knowing full-well that he was just being stupid. Tristan had never been one to get nervous yet so much was riding on this approval. Joining the Army was the reason why he had moved to Camelot, plus his father and uncle would be so disappointed if he didn't get through.

He silently composed himself before walking through the doors of the recruitement office and searched the room for Prince Arthur. His heart regained normal speed as he bowed his head politely in submittance and grace, raising it slowly to introduce himself.
"My lord" He said with a smile, feeling unusally upbeat about the day. "My name is Tristan. Tristan de Braose. I come here to seek approval to join your Army in the Cavalry. My uncle, the King of Cornwall, has told me great things about Camelot and It would be my honour to fight for it" He said pleasantly, beaming a quick smile before placing his hand on his fine, rather expensive sword. "I won't be needing any weapons, my uncle has supplied me with everything I will need" As he had family that were of royalty, the financial side of things were no problem for him. The last thing he would need to do would to now was to actually be accepted. Tristan awaited anxiosly for Prince Arthurs verdict.

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur looked Tristan up and down. He looked nervous but also strong and Arthur thought he would be a fine addition to his army.

"Accepted!" He replied, beaming. "Please fill out these forms..." He passed a large pile of paperwork over.

I noticed you had not stated which division you would like to join. Just edit the post above to fit in it and then you can update your signature to "Recruit" and begin training when you wish. Please read the rules and guidelines first to get an idea of what we require and then we look forward to your post!

[Jared Tempest]

As usual, ignoring the bemused looks of the other citizens, Jared had crossed the city over the rooftops to avoid the congested and dirty streets and get where he wanted to be in decent time. This time, however, he was not merely running an errand for his mother and her colleagues at the bakery. No. His destination today held much greater importance to him than any petty odd job, for he was on his way to Camelot Castle to undertake a task upon which he'd set his eyes and heart ever since he and his mother had arrived in the great city.

He was here to join the Royal Army.

About twenty metres from one of the immense gates leading into the majestic stronghold, the boy left the snow-covered, treacherous rooftops and dropped into the streets. He walked the rest of the way, his implacably purposeful stride connoting an outer confidence that did well to hide his inner anxiety. He'd spent all day figuring out how he was going to address Prince Arthur, whom he'd heard presided over the Army's recruitment and training, and come up with nothing. It was as if his nervousness had numbed his mind to any kind of rational thought.

Yet he had to stay the course, for his own good, the good of his mother and the memory of his father. As he crossed the threshold into the castle and approached the barracks, determination eventually won over apprehension; by the time he reached the recruitment office, within which Arthur sat expectantly behind a large desk laden with documents, the boy had steeled himself and quelled his fear. He'd do all he could to make his parents proud, and his efforts would begin here and now.

"My lord," he began, pulling the hood of his mantle from over his head and bowing respectfully to the Prince. "My name is Jared Tempest. I come before you to seek permission to join the Royal Army as an Assassin." He paused, realising it was his voice, not his posture, that betrayed his nervousness, and looked up at Arthur, momentarily studying his face for any sign of hesitation or disapproval. Seeing none that was particularly obvious, he continued. "I'm quick on my feet and can scale almost any building; I can cross a city using its rooftops faster than anyone moving through the streets. I have a knife among my possessions and have been practising quite hard in recent weeks, but I must also request a lightweight sword."

He fell silent, having said his piece; now he must simply wait for a response from the Prince. Did he have what it took, or had his nerves dashed his chances? The answer to that question would be forthcoming, but there was naught the boy could do but wait until Arthur gave it.

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Prince Arthur could not help but smile as Jared Tempest entered the office. He was not someone Arthur recognised at once, but he did recognise signs of anxiety hidden amongst his confident exterior.
Although the boys voice cracked when he spoke, he was able to meet Arthurs eye, something few new recruits managed. It showed Arthur that this boy was strong willed and believed in himself, both qualities Arthur looked for.

"If you could just sign here and here" Arthur replied, passing over the relevant forms. "Our assassin division requires a lot of hard work and time. Should you complete your training though, you will be considered one of the most important members of court and you will be called upon to support Camelot in its time of need. I wish you luck and will see you in training."

Please begin training when you wish, and feel free to update your signature to recruit. If you have any questions please pm me or have a quick look through the rules and guidelines.

[Imriel Cwningen]

Imriel had woken up this morning to find that her hair had grown longer than she had expected. True, some men wore their hair to their shoulders, but with her feminine features and slim figure, Imriel doubted that she could pass as her dead brother for much longer. But still, she tucked her long blond hair into her armor as she prepared to enroll to become a knight. It had been her brother's life long dream to be a knight of Camelot, and though he was now dead, or so she thought, Imriel could fulfill his dream for him.

As she walked over to the Barracks, she mentally prepared herself for the talking that she must do. True, Imriel was slim, but she was also strong. She could wield a sword quite well, as well as shoot an arrow. When reviewing the possible divisions she could train for, Imriel only drew a blank. She wanted to fight, but she also knew that she perhaps was not as strong as the others. Would Prince Arthur look at her and turn her away, or would he instruct her to be an archer? These questions could only be answered once Imriel met with the prince, so she entered the barracks, prepared for her interview.

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur barely looked at Imriel as "he" entered his office, keeping his head buried amongst piles of parchment and books that were piled in huge stacks all over his desk.
"Name?" He called out, looking up briefly to check the boy had entered his office and wasn't hovering outside. Satisfied he began to fill out the sheet of parchment that lay in front of him in the tiny space he had left.

"Division?" He asked next, hastily scrawling in Imriel's replies. "And weapon- if you have one?" He finally looked up and met Imriel's eyes. Dark eyes that seemed more feminine than most mens. He hoped that this wasn't some sort of eunuch- but then he held himself with such confidence that Arthur didn't think that was possible. He awaited the replies to his questions, turning the thoughts over in his mind.

[Imriel Cwningen]

Imriel was slightly startled as the Prince asked for her name without looking up. "Imriel Cwningen, sir," she replied, her voice low, trying to sound masculine. Imriel kept a straight face as Arthur looked over her briefly. She shifted in her brother's armor before responding to the next question. "Swordsmen," Imriel said. Her sword rested in its sheath on her hip so she drew it out to show Arthur.

"My families sword," Imriel replied, showing it off. It was a finely crafted sword, one fit for a lord. The hilt was simple, though it had some decoration. Other than that, the grip was good and it was practical, not ornamental. "I also have a bow and a quiver of arrows, sir," Imriel replied. She looked back at him, though quickly lowered her eyes. Imriel did not know if she was allowed to look the prince directly into his eyes.

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur nodded, glancing down at his paper again. He was tired and his mind simply wasn't on the job today, in all honesty he was just waiting for the time when Merlin came to fetch him for his bath.

"Accepted." He said simply, handing the finished form over to Imriel. "We shall meet in three days time for your first training session and if you please me, we will continue training until you are good enough to serve the king."
He smiled and offered a hand before the boy left. There was something odd about him, but Arthur couldnt quite place yet what it might be.

Please begin training when you wish, and feel free to update your signature to recruit. If you have any questions please pm me or have a quick look through the rules and guidelines.

[Imriel Cwningen]

Imriel had to prevent herself from grinning, though she did allow a small smile and a nod. "Thank you, sir," Imriel said, planning on privately celebrating in her chambers later. She had passed the first test. Arthur did not doubt her gender, and now Imriel could begin her training. She was planning on being a good swordsmen, even if she had to work extremely hard to build up her strength and skill.

Imriel took Arthur's hand before leaving. She had a strong grip and there was no doubting her "gender." Many women were weak handed, but Imriel had never been. Though she could be graceful and delicate when the situation called for it. Then Imriel left. With in three days she would be back for her training.

[Elizabeth Severn]

Opening the door to the office, Elizabeth strode inside, more interested to see what she was to face then nervous about being accepted. In her mind, she had a pretty damn good chance of making it into the armies of Camelot. After all, it was in her bloodline. She'd been wielding a weapon in one from or another for as long as she could remember, and now was her chance to prove her worth in this new land.

Making her way up to the desk, she looked around the office with a faint smile. She had on her tall black boots, rising up to her thighs, laced up in the back and buckled at the top. Underneath them was a pair of tight linen pants, although very little of them was visible. Her loose gray cotton shirt was mostly covered my her leather corset. It was hardened black leather, stopping at the middle of her chest and reinforced by several straps and silver fastenings. Over top of that her open jacket sat comfortably upon her shoulders, flowing down to the back of her calves. This was probably one the only dressy piece of clothing she had on. Although it was not the most practical for combat, it was warm and waterproof, to very important things for anyone who was planning on traveling.

Beyond that were her weapons. On her left hip was her steel longsword, strapped to its own belt on her waist. It was completely encased in a dark leather scabbard that was decorated with some silver engravings. On her other hip were her two shorter hunting knives. They were placed side by side on another belt, resting in scabbards much like that of her longsword.

"Here to sign up for the Army, sire," she said smoothly, saluting the prince.