Greetings Argent Dawn! Today I present to you the Twelfth Penal Company, fresh from the stockades!
Prelude
Water ran along the weathered, cobbled street, zig zagging down the slight slope, in the stonework, fitting through the small, barred window with ease. Another drip splashed down into the corner of the room, in a calm, perpetual rhythm. His hands joined, Kaibyrne did not raise his head as he muttered a prayer under his breath
“Holy Light, I pray to you now to thank you, Im thankful for what i have and what i will receive in the future. I thank you for the people in my life, the things that i have, and giving me the strength to love and cope in th-”
Three thunderous blows echoed into his cell as a familiar voice bellowed from outside
“Gladstone, you got a special visitor, back against the wall!”
Kaibynre pushed himself up from his knees and placed his bare, scarred back against the cold, damp wall, wincing slightly. A guardsmen helm of Stormwind follows from behind the wooden door as he checks that his instructions were followed before standing aside, revealing a weathered individual. His face was creased, with grey streaks in the black hair that fell from his chin. A scar ran diagonally across his mouth from top left down to bottom right, parting his groomed moustache. Stepping into the light, the stranger revealed his bald head, what hair he had left was shaved, he held his arms behind his back and looked at Kaibyrne with keen interest.
“Hmm”
The man simply stood there, continuing to inspect Kaibyrne as if he was shopping for a dog to add to his kennel.
“I must admit I find you to be a very interesting case Mister Gladstone.”
Kaibyrne cleared his throat to respond but the stranger cut him off and continued on
“The things you’ve done, you’ll be rotting in here for a long time, perhaps for the rest of your life, and they tell me you gave yourself up? Curious indeed.”
“I am tired of running, here I seek repentance and redemption, to be happy with myself first and foremost, hopefully then the nightmares might cease…”
“They’ll never cease, not completely lad, but I can offer what you seek, in a more productive manner than wallowing alone in this damp cell.”
“I am never alone mate, not anymore, the Li-”
The stranger waved his hand dismissively
“Alright, alright I am aware of your new found faith. This war I think they’ll be calling it the Blood War, whatever it’s called it is sucking this Kingdom dry of all resources, including soldiers”
The man strode forwards, tapping Kaibyrne on his chest, leaning in closer
“That is where you come in, you’ve served and proven that you are different from the common criminal. I believe that you are one of the few men on this side of the bars that could lead such men into battle”
Kaibyrne couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s offer before straightening himself up
“You want me? Back out there? What makes you think I want to go back? I wanted to be in here, remember?”
“Something tells me you are made for something more than this”
The bald man turns to leave, gesturing to the four walls as he does so, he stops at the door, looking over his shoulder
“If you change your mind, ask the guard for Major Lewis Brant, I’ll come find you”
Kaibyrne stood there for a few minutes, taking in all that just occured before realising the papers that laid on his bed, the lion of Stormwind stamped on the cover. Flipping open the first page it was his own prisoner record, flipping over to the second page was another prisoner and another and another.
Kaibyrne fell onto his bed and sighed, staring up at the ceiling he pondered for a moment before turning back to the book and began studying its contents……
Concept
The concept for this guild is a bunch of criminals who come from all walks of life, thrown together and are expected to not only get along but to thrive as a military unit and better not just their image to the rest of the Alliance but themselves as well. The Blood War has drained Stormwind of soldiers so she looks to her prisons now, taking a keen interest to those with former military service. The Twelfth Penal Company was cobbled together, expected to reinforce the line, wherever it is about to falter.
Note: While this is the intended idea, there is nothing stopping you from trying to RP a criminal who just wanted to get out of his cell, with no intention of bettering himself. Beware though that orders and laws still need to be upheld or there will be consequences.
Ranks
Captain.
Lieutenant.
Sergeant.
Corporal.
Lance Corporal.
PFC(Private First Class).
Private.
Convict/Recruit.
Deadbeat.
Uniforms
Plate: Cobalt Battlegear (Recolor)
Leather: Smoking Pit Armor (Recolor)
Mail: Bear Oiled Chainmail (Recolor)
OOC
The Twelfth Penal Company is a hard drilled, highly disciplined unit who follow military standards to the letter. As a result this guild will certainty not be for everyone.
The leader of the Company is one Major Lewis Brant, who is not an actual player but a character that may turn up from time to time in events and will receive reports from Kaibyrne as we go along.
While I appreciate most kinds of Criminal RP I don’t need maniacs on the loose, hacking and slashing at everything that moves, so if you’re character is unstable they can go back in his cell.
For now we will not accept caster classes, in time Priests may be allowed to enlist.
We use discord as our primary communication hub for everything, it is highly suggested that you join our discord or you will miss out!
If you are interesting in making a change in your life, and get out of your damp cell, feel free to message me in game or post your interest here and I’ll get back to you once I am home from work!