1.) Name: Karaunnsureiya

2.) Rank: Knight

3.) SteamID: STEAM_0:1:69866305

4.) Who are you applying for?: 

Nahdar Vebb; The Sacrificial Lamb; Offering to Space Hosea

People may not live a hundred years, but their names last forever.

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5.) Did anyone recommend you to apply? 

The greater calling of The High Table; Foretold from cryptic scriptures of a certain ruin in the far distant past. Long were the days of an eluded vainglorious ideal. Promised by the falsified hierarchy; He who beheld one’s downfall.

The First Settlers of these lands were truly wise.
They knew how to see the world through the eyes of a deer and listen to the advice whispered by the grass and trees.
As priests and philosophers, they recognized the creeping threat to humanity early on.
So they erected the tallest of walls and cut themselves off from the rest of the world…
To prevent the end of days that they had witnessed long ago through the bonfire.

 The word “promise” is perhaps one of the most empty on this planet.
It’s a privilege that only those with power can make.

"Let everything end... or truly begin."

To protect the land where we shall find rest.

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6.) Why do you think you should be Nahdar Vebb: 

They, the progenitor, died to General Grievous for our sins, and therefore this one must reenact history to align the course of fate and the over-worldly designs of the dissonant echoes that foretell the order of life. For one to veer away from the predestined course is to be discarded from this plane of existence. The initial step for the worthy requires sacrifice, rendering and yielding thy flesh... To claim another's bones. Only then, is the vessel truly ready to embark the distant journey. For flesh and steel must first be broken, tempered, a thousand times.

“Have you thought it through...?”

“What defines a blade?”

“The sharpness that endures... after all has worn away…”

“I shall take Voracity as my forge, and Abundance as my iron…”

“Die a thousand deaths…”

“And be tempered into a blade.”

When in proximity of the sword, the wound unheals, and the flesh that once cooled burns one again.

For a quiet night to all of those that await the break of day.
For the names of the fallen.
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7.) What makes you stand out from others who also want to be Nahdar Vebb?: 

Tis an utmost wondrous query. For this vessel hath not witnessed none of such concepts of 'others' that aspire to embody one truly; Nahdar Vebb. Mayhaps if one were to presume, it shall be written thus: In a galaxy far far away, there was a dreary time of decline. Once flourishing foundations eroded from the test of time. Where morals plunged into darkness, and decadence reaped the lands of its formerly bountiful harvests. For the commonplace could not comprehend that the suffering of the planet shall repeat, like an Ouroboros; never-ending in perpetuity.

‘I don’t exactly remember the source of the smoke I witnessed that day.’
‘ But I can’t forget the dreadful image of what makes this planet a prosperous place.’
‘This sickening world itself.’
‘They don’t realize their convenience is built on the sacrifice of numerous others.’
‘They wouldn’t even want to know.’

For the feeble minded who lived atop of the corpses culled for the convenience of others, a facade was erected. As they, inevitably bearing a conscience, had to drown themselves in a cesspool of self-justification.

‘–But now I had to keep my mask on for another reason.’
‘I couldn’t stand to take it off.’
‘I couldn’t stand to be open with a clear conscience on this planet.’
‘The mask became my own enclosed world I couldn’t leave.’

'I keep it covered because it hurts to even look at.'

Alas, shirking away from their sins never truly absolved them, for the consequences would one day or another come around to them. Afterall, oftentimes than not, that is what happens when you try to wash blood with blood. To be truly absolved, one must face their sin, to save the ego.

Having the will to live means being prepared to die.

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8.) What would be some of the things you would do as Nahdar Vebb?: 

This one shall partaketh in thy endeavors to bestow thine archaic teachings renown from eras long lost. To enlighten and instruct fellow Jedismen alike throughout the trying times of destitute desolation, serve as their guiding moonlight through the ferryman's sea, and paving the path ahead for the vast voyage that awaits. 

Making your name known and rising to a position of honor is the best way to engrave your name in history.
But sometimes the little things that make you happy throughout the day are more satisfying than any honor.

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An unspecified area, in another fragmented time and reality.

…

“Listen carefully, Hermit.”

…!

“From this point on, I delegate all my authority to my adjutant, David.”

“So pick him up and run.”

“You must never stop. So that none of our sacrifices are in vain.”

…

“I’m counting on you, David.”

“Protect the Holy Relic. For all of us…”

“But, sir…”

“We’ve already left our families and our home…”

“Now we have to give up on the memories of our comrades, too…?”

“With everything gone… What meaning does the Holy Relic have?”

“Hope."

"So that those who live can carry the names we leave behind with their determination."

“We are the messengers of that hope.”

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Distant Recollection of a Certain Past

"Do they really need you to go?"
“We've been preparing for this for a long time. I can't back out now.”

"When... will you be back home?"

“I don't know for sure, but it won't take long.”

"Please be safe."

"You too, my love.”

"Wait!"

"Before you leave... I want you to name our baby."

“...”

“We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet.”

"Wait for me together. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Vivian."

"If I give birth before you return... I will name our baby Vivian."

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At a Non-Descript Grassfield Plains

“...”

"Daydreaming alone on that stump again?"

“I was just about to get up, Officer Rashford.”

"...I'm the Technical Instructor of your unit."

"You don't have to put "Officer" in front of my name anymore"

“Very well, Vivian.”

"Don't you think that's going a little too far?!"

"At least put a "Miss" in front or something!"

"Also, today's the day the new recruits come in. You didn't forget, did you?"

“Oh yeah?”

"That insincere response as if you didn't know..."

"I'll make sure Miss Ella knows about it."

“Please don't. In exchange, I'll give this back to you.”

"Hmm? That's my pendant...!"

“It was badly damaged, so I couldn't restore its functions.”

“I restored it back to its original form, however.”

"...I appreciate it."

"But I'm sure I left this in my room. How come you have it with you?"

“...”

"Let's head back. Everyone should be busy preparing for the welcoming party."

"Captain?... Wait, Curian!"

"Did you snoop through my stuff?!"

"It wasn't me, Hermit was the one who brought it to me."

"Are you telling me a horse just walked into my room?"

"Through a door he can't even squeeze through?!"

"Answer me! What's so funny? Do you think I'm joking right now?!"

"You said you weren't going to lie to me!"

"Curian!!!"