Kora

She will let others go first.

As she waits for a turn at the ladder, she will quietly circle the monument, eyes scanning the names, looking for someone. When she finds it (there are many names, but she seems to know about where to look), she will approach (if she can reach it, she will run her fingers along it), and her eyes begin to glow as she speaks in low tones to herself.

Then, as the glow fades she wipes her eyes, and when she has a chance, will ascend the ladder to inscribe her own name on the monument.

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Kora

She will let others go first.

As she waits for a turn at the ladder, she will quietly circle the monument, eyes scanning the names, looking for someone. When she finds it (there are many names, but she seems to know about where to look), she will approach (if she can reach it, she will run her fingers along it), and her eyes begin to glow as she speaks in low tones to herself.

Then, as the glow fades she wipes her eyes, and when she has a chance, will ascend the ladder to inscribe her own name on the monument.

 ((OOG Hold up on that now... there is a ceremony going on. Everyone needs to stay in formation as per military training lol But we will get there, buddy :) ))

OOC > So hard with asynchronous stuff to know how far out to describe... :)

"Denied, Private. You are at attention, and at attention, you do not speak unless asked to speak." She looks at you, her face scrunched up and fierce. Her eyes glowing in the large fire behind the formation. She is not happy with you disrupting the ceremony. Sy, you can feel her anger in her eyes. "Traditions must be kept. If we forget who we are, then we forget Aundair. We forget why we serve. We forget why we fight. Each and every one of us has a destiny, though it is not known for man or woman alike to know what that destiny is. But we can peer, into the future." 

The LT turns around and walks inside the tent and come out with the large bowl, carved out of ivory with intricate designs all over it. It almost looks too large for her to carry. She walks forward next to the to Nieber Sandstone and places the bowl next to it. A glowing swirl of water spins tirelessly inside the bowl. 

She stands up and faces the formation. "At ease." ((OOG Parade rest.))

Sarge walks forward, and he calls out the first name.

"Private Johnathan, Aundairian Druid, and soldier for Her Majesty, Queen Aurala ir'Wynarn, rightful Heir to the Throne of Galifar. Please step forward."

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OOC > So hard with asynchronous stuff to know how far out to describe... :)

 ((OOG I know, sorry... lol :P I should probably explain that this is a military ceremony. Soldiers are expected to follow orders in the ceremony. Follow the commands of your officer in charge or sergeant. I will post military commands, that might make it easier for everyone lol))

((OOG Here it is from military.com lol https://www.military.com/join-armed-forces/understanding-stationary-drill.html ))

OOC: My bad, I mean Sy would know the traditions and would not have spoken up, he was simply going to ask to have the honor of signing his name to the wall first, as a way of showing his pride for his country, his willingness to die for his Queen. But this can act to show his more chaotic side, he's antsy at times, too over zealous even. He will feel shame, and await his turn.

Sylrie Caldamus

Sy took his at ease position, but his heart was heavy. He had spoken out of turn, how shameful. This was a ceremony and he should have known to await orders. He watched Johnathan from his side eye, waiting to see how the Druid responds.

((OOG The next day or so might be slow going. Getting everyone through the ceremony and stuff. So be patient, after is when the real Last War adventure kicks off. I am using my own graduation from basic as inspiration for this. We did our Basic and AIT at Ft. Sill, OK. For our last ruck march of basic, it was capped off by a secret ceremony and some surf and turf delivered to the field. It had been a long time since any of us had any steak lol They were so good! Anyways, they lined us up in formation, none of us knowing what was going on. Just waiting for orders. Then they played the Army song. Then they played "Proud to be an American" and our drill sergeants walked down the formation pinning our rank on all of us; welcoming us as soldiers into the Amry. Not going to lie, there was a lot of misty eyes that night. It was seriously one of the proudest moments of my life, and so unexpected. We had a huge graduation ceremony after AIT when our families were there, but that's the one that stuck with me. I am trying to replicate that a little bit. A sense of pride and accomplishment. Something that bonded us, will bond all of you is my thinking. Once your names are on Nieber Sandstone, they will be together forever. Or however long the magic will last lol)) 

(OOC: That's cool with me)

John steps forward, nervous. His back is arched straight, and his eyes are darting around.

(I read the thing, but didn’t exactly know how to describe the raising foot thing. It looked kinda silly the way I read it (I have a childish mind). Just a man with a shield raising his foot and cupping his arms. No big deal.)

“Johnathan, an Aundairian Druid. Bred in the fields and woods of Aundair. You’ve lost so much, and with a warriors soul, and a patriots heart you still fight. You joined our ranks and gained a new family. One who will stand beside you, as yours did. And who will to the death to keep you safe.” She stops there, the lieutenant doesn’t press what should be obvious. Just like those that fought to keep you safe. Her words linger in the night, echoing silently through the forest. “Today you are more than an Aundairian. Today you are more than a soldier in Her Majesty’s army. No, Johnthan, you are now a part of a noble line of warriors who have stood where you stand. Pledged their fealty to their Queen and to their motherland. Today, you write your name on the Nieber Sandstone and join the ranks of the proud.” 

She pulls a small chisel out of the water, and pulls a golden hammer out of her pocket. She hands them to you.

”Climb the ladder, and where the last name left off sign yours. Your name will be remembered for all time, here at Stickler’s Creek. Upon the Nieber your name shall never die.”

Johnathon takes the hammer and chisel. He tries to speak, but is at a loss for words. So he just nods, and climbs the ladder. John starts looking for where it was left off, and eventually finds it. He picks up the hammer, and slowly but surely chisels his name in the structure. Johnathon Turnbuckle. That, is now a name that shall be remembered. 

As you chisel in the last letter of your name, it glows brightly and light forms around your body. A glowing green light. It fades just as quickly as it formed, and then it is gone. Your name, now one with the rock. To be remembered for all time. 

As Johnathan climbs down the ladder and rejoins the formation, Sarge speaks up again, "Kashkaval Camembert. minotaur sorcerer, native not to this land but loyal to and now a soldier for Her Majesty, Queen Aurala ir'Wynarn, rightful Heir to the Throne of Galifar. Please step forward."

The silence in the woods speaks volumes for the very nature of this ceremony. So many have come before you, and so many will come after; if Aundairian's values and power can hold the throne. If they can take it.

Kashkaval

The minotaur moves forward silently to stand before Sarge.

Kora

As Johnathon inscribes his name, Kora's eyes begin to glow softly.

"Kashkaval Camembert, a Droam Sorceror, replaced here in Aundair. Swore fealty to a monarch not your own. You have come far and wide to be accepted, Kashkaval, I tell you this day; you are accepted." Lt. Winehand stands up tall as she continues, believing in the values of Aundair. This great nation, accepting of all who will work towards their common values. "Today you are more than an Aundairian. Today you are more than a soldier in Her Majesty’s army. No, Kash, you are now a part of a noble line of warriors who have stood where you stand. Pledged their fealty to their Queen and to their motherland. Today, you write your name on the Nieber Sandstone and join the ranks of the proud."

She pulls a small chisel out of the water, and pulls a golden hammer out of her pocket. She hands them to you.

”Climb the ladder, and where the last name left off sign yours. Your name will be remembered for all time, here at Stickler’s Creek. Upon the Nieber your name shall never die.”

Kashkaval

He nods in reverence as he is presented the hammer and chisel - normally he would have his mage hand take them but understands the ceremony of this whole thing and accepts them himself.  He will then climb the ladder and chisel his name in to the structure next to Johnathon's and return back down the ladder.

As you chisel in the last letter of your name, it glows brightly and light forms around your body. A glowing green light. It fades just as quickly as it formed, and then it is gone. Your name, now one with the rock. To be remembered for all time. 

As Kashkaval climbs down the ladder and rejoins the formation, Sarge speaks up again, "Koranasha Shali, an Aundarian warrior, and soldier for Her Majesty, Queen Aurala ir'Wynarn, rightful Heir to the Throne of Galifar. Please step forward."

Kora

Long white hair tied in a tight braid behind her, Kora steps up crisply, head high, eyes now glowing steadily white.

"Koranasha Shali, an Aundarian warrior, bred for combat through the generations of your family. The generations of your soul. You joined our ranks, just like those before you. Those who have served, and survived, and those who gave their very lives for Aundair. You know too great the cost, maybe more than most." Lt. Winehand takes in a deep breath as she stares into your glowing eyes. She knows the pain you have been through, the path you have taken to get to this point. "Today you are more than an Aundairian. Today you are more than a soldier in Her Majesty’s army. No, Kora, you are now a part of a noble line of warriors who have stood where you stand. Pledged their fealty to their Queen and to their motherland. Today, you write your name on the Nieber Sandstone and join the ranks of the proud."

She pulls a small chisel out of the water, and pulls a golden hammer out of her pocket. She hands them to you.

”Climb the ladder, and where the last name left off sign yours. Your name will be remembered for all time, here at Stickler’s Creek. Upon the Nieber your name shall never die.”