Lock Requests Passage Into Your Lands

[Lock 'eed Ironheart 120]

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: xlockeed

How old are you?: 32

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: CT / USA

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Description of myself? Well I'm 5'10" green eyes, I'm athletically built and love the outdoors. Activities include storage auctions, paintball, fishing, frisbee golf and golf "heavy drinking involved + golf carts and clubs = epic fun time!". In my spare time I like to detach from the hectic day and enjoy online games with other friends, or just veg out and watch some movies with a friend at home. I'm a go to guy when it comes to my family and friends as I'm always loaning money or helping with carrying their burdens of life. If you want to know more just hit me up with an email or what ever.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: As of right now very little I'm currently dealing with my bank and getting a loan cleared for a home purchase. But once I get settled in I should have anywhere from 10-20 in game hours a week maybe more.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Detaching ones self from the current world and stepping into the character you've made on lotc, leaving behind the real you for a break and becoming another person in game.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: DnD when I was young with five other kids in my old neighborhood for about a year, my DnD character was a half elf thief. We then moved onto Warhammer fantasy, I myself had created two armies first being the Empire and the second a Waaarg. Those two armies I painted over 300+ figures and had countless board matches. I'd go to competitions and such keeping in character to which ever army I sported. Later on in life with school and such came online games I think my first online RP character was UO then EQ which went on for about three years. As of last year "2011" I was brought into minecraft by my ex and thus me and a few co workers looked for a RP / Medieval server and well MC is very limited and we found a server and made a home there for almost a full year despite roll backs and map corruption. I've had my fair share of RP and have the experience.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Information not gained in character but ooc. John read where Jacks town is through his forum thread. John gets his goons together and raids that town = meta-gaming. I'm an admin on a server and I detest global chat and IM tools it undermines this entire structure same goes for team speak your able to chat with people on opposite sides of the map.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Making yourself perfect in everyway without flaw. Or for technical purpose maximizing the best skills and skipping the junk skills to make ones self perfect in said desired fields. IE mob farms / xray for wealth / knowing exploits to gain advantages over others.Pretty much mastering the game to beat it even though its an open ended game with no end or victory. We all have flaws live with them and cherish them as they are unique to you and I.

What do you expect this server will be like?: Dunno really, the first day and last day I was here some admin banned my friend while we were out in the wilds together. He said one thing ooc because he was going through a divorce and had to leave the game to answer a cell phone call. It was a bad first impression on who ever was stalking our first day on your server. But that was when this server was young and hopefully things have matured a little better. You've come along ways since then and I'm looking forward to building a place here with everyone.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: My personal server for two months, reason we left was static IP would change every nine hours and got old fast. Thekingdomsmc.com been there since June first 2011, I've become an admin and have placed plenty of volunteering time there to this day. Haven't been anywhere else I really dislike all the other rp/medieval servers that claim to be but when you spawn in their spawn town wall to wall pixel art or strange ooc themes that don't match up with what the server claims. There are about four true to name servers that keep the theme I like best.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:Yes,yes and yes.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes I promise.

How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: I've known about lotc since you all started. It was just that one bad day that turned us away.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: Didn't have to do all this last time, friend and I were whitelisted through MC forums thread way back when.

In-Character:

Character Name: Lock'eed Ironheart

What Race are you?: Human

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None, however from all the nether travel has impacted Lock and his anatomy to where he is no longer human for say.

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Setting scene : Dark night new moon, your on a journey looking to get information on this traveler called Lock'eed.

You come across a camp fire deep within the forests that your cutting through to save time till the next village. As you approach the fire you can make out one man sitting by the fire hooded. You walk closer and all the wild life seems to go silent as you make your way into the flames light revealing yourself to the person at the fire. The person in the cloak looks up to you, the fire's light shows the face of a worn man with what looks like silver itself for his beard. Looking at the man you can tell he is a man of many years past, twice as many as yourself. The old man takes his pipe from his mouth and speaks to you "well hello there traveler come and have a seat the night is cold and the fire will keep you safe and warm".

You look around the campsite as you place your pack beside you, the old man seems to have a pack mule and what appears to be a small black chest strapped to the beast. Beside the man there is wolf pelts made into a cot for sleeping and a few tomes lay beside in a pile. The old man goes back to smoking his pipe while staring into the fire. You notice this and stand back up and greet the old man properly "Pardon my manners good sir, I am a traveler sent by my lords to acquire information on a certain someone in these parts" you begin to pour through your pack going through the papers upon papers of sketched faces until you come across one in particular. "Here good sir this person here is the one I'm currently acquiring about" Handing the man the papyrus with what appears to be a sketched and painted picture of a bald man with a scar that goes from his crown to his jaw, eyes of green and of tan complexion.

The old man holding the paper in the light begins to chuckle "hehehe, well now this is quite the artists rendition isn't it hmm?" Before you can answer the old man looks away from the picture and to you, it's almost as if his eyes are piercing through to your spirit digging deep. Just then a loud pop from one of the logs in the fire breaks your stare and the old man asks "is this man being hunted, in danger? or does he owe some lord coin?". You reply back kind of startled by the fire "no no, no ill will to this man just information if you know of any is all..."

A smile comes back to the old mans face, he then points to the fire. Looking around you find a stack behind you of wood and you gather a few more logs for the fire.

Old man goes back to smoking his pipe and just then the wild life seems to come back to life. Dropping one of the logs startled by the unnerving night so far you place the logs on the fire and the old man begins to speak.

"So you are wanting to know more about Lock'eed Ironheart?" The old man stands and to your surprise the old man is as tall as a tree it seems! He makes his way to his mule and begins to unstrap that strange chest. "I think I've about heard every tale and story this world has ever created with an exception to those yet to be made and the ones not of our world" chuckling the old man makes his way back to the fire and sits back down in his spot. Putting his pipe out he opens the chest, you try and stretch your neck to see inside the chest but the fire plays with the light and its hard to make out what is in it.

"ah yes here it is, this is a very good read indeed. A tale of a young child born into a world not of this but of a distant realm far away in the stars from here" shutting the chest it looked like it sealed itself into one piece. The old man places the tome on his lap as he reaches for a pouch. He then takes out what looks like dust and toss's a handful on the fire. The fire turns from red to blue then to a bright pale white illuminating the campsite almost as bright as day "much better could barely read in that light" the old man smiles. The wild life goes silent again and the old man places on what looks like glass but wired in circles. Dazed by the bright fire your attention is back on the man as he begins to open the tome he took out.

Ah yes the tale of Lock'eed Ironheart. Born in the world far from here in the "City" to his mother and father, two merchants dealing in exotic rarities but mostly herbs and incenses in the merchants quarter of Dayport. It was with these dealings that the father was exposed to many enchanted items and things for sale and with this came at a price for when lock was born he carried with him the ability to harness fire and lightning and summon it at will. At the time the family thought nothing of the random fires in the house or the strange electrical storms that would come and go outside. It was at the age of two that when his mother was reading him a bed time story Lock in his crib reaching for the candle pulled the flame into his hand and began to play with it as a toy. It was that night that the family finally learned of his innate abilities. With time the mother and father of Lock learned to keep him contempt while they would all go to market and setup shop.

It was at the age of four that there was a great fire in the market, hundreds died and many went poor and homeless. Everyone that survived claimed it was the works of the pagans that started the fire, for the market was after all built on an old garden site. But none knew a child of four with a cold sneezed the fire up. After much investigation and town lynching of found pagans, the City rebuilt the burnt down market with help from the Hammerites of St.Edgars cathedral. Some got help from the Keepers and most had the Hammers loan them the funds to get back on their feet. It was but Lock's family that knew they couldn't ask the Hammerites for help because they had no collateral and on top of that some say the High Priest of the temple was a seer and could see things other couldn't. With fear of being found out and being killed or ran out of town the family relied on friends for help.

On a rainy night there was a knock on the families door. Lock's dad knowing who it was opened the door hunched in agony of what was coming. Out in the alley stood six men clad in thick iron plate armor draped in red and white all wielding two handed war hammers. The rain dripping down and into the men's eyes didn't bother them one bit the stoic looks in the faces staring back where unflinching. One man stepped forward a man of dark skin and wearing chain mail unlike his five companions. A scar ran the course of his face....a claw mark from some wild creeper perhaps?

"Good day citizen! I am Nduvius D'arkolus of the Hammerites, we come to you in regards to the market fire"

The father weary as to if they knew or where making their rounds to the survivors allowed the men in but the five men in plate remained out in the alley assuming guard stances near the home's door. The mother took Lock into the back and placed him in his bed, but Lock was having to much fun calling lightning as he clapped his hands giggling gleeful. "lightning cracks multi times, as the father gets ale out for his guest". Nduvius looking at the father as he twitches each time the lightning cracks. "you do know the real reason we are here sir?". The father with his head down nodded "tis our so... " nduvius interrupts the father. "we have come to lend you help in these harsh times, it would seem your the last merchants to need assistance?". Feeling a sense of relief the father turns to the guest with the ale and mug just as a loud thunder clap shakes the house. Nduvius catching the dropped mug looks up to the dad and says "very strange weather these days, don't you think sir?" in the backroom you can hear Lock laughing loudly.

Time goes on and the rain storm moves on and Lock goes to sleep, his father and Nduvius go over papers and documents on the agreement.

Nduvius~"Now good sir we come to the close of this transaction, it is by order of the High priest you give us your son. It also has come to his greatness that your child is gifted with magic and was the start to the market fires. If you do not comply then we will allow notice to the town of the real culprits in which case you can flee or die. The child will still be taken into Hammerite custody and you and your wife ....well you know what will happen. Or we handle this professionally where as you two go back to being wealthy merchants and your son is raised in the temple, everyone wins".

Nduvius stands up handing the quill to Lock's dad, upon that day Lock was taken by the Hammerites his parents took the coin and moved out of Dayport and left town. From that day on Lock grew in up in the temple St.Edgar thou at times more trouble for the Hammers then they thought possible with random fires and lightning from the child. It was with each year Lock opened new spells through his age and became quite more work then the hammers had anticipated. But over the years and with maturity Lock grew to control his powers and emotions.

Many years passed and Lock became a priest among the order. At the age of twenty five was called on by the High Priest to go on a special mission to the unknown lands.... It was the lands of Free Haven that he was to establish the order and there he'd be marked as the High Priest.

High Priest ~ " Lock'eed! we have news of a distant land that is blight with darkness, You and a select few here shall journey fourth and cast the darkness from those lands. Take with you two members of the order and also take the Builders Hammer may it guide you through the darkness! "

It would take the three many years before they arrived to Free Haven there they found the ancient ruins of an old stone keep and a chest of iron ingots. And thus the new keep was named .... IronStone. Many years passed and dark magic kept the three building and rebuilding the temple. Every demonic rollback and setback made the three that much more determined to build and finish the keep. Ironstone was finished however dark days loomed on the horizon with wars and bandits and nether demonic beings destroying the lands of Free Haven.

It was right after all the wars that the demonic nether darkness took it's chance while peace started to take the lands....the wizards at the time did the best they could in taking all the survivors and transporting them to the lands further deeper in the unknown.....Here they arrived in the uncharted world and began to rebuild in Port Haven.

The keep was saved by two wizards of great power....but this wasn't the last they'd see of the void. Once again darkness crept in and would steal chests full of items and play their trickster games and blank out signs... It's wasn't till towns started getting sucked into the void never to be seen again that started worrying the people. One by one the towns were retaken by the void soon people went missing never to return to Kingdoms....the end was nearing nothing could be done. Most the wizards left the people a few remained behind...

The old man looks up to you to see if your still listening, he throws more dust onto the fire to keep the strange camp fire bright. The old man grins and says "Here's where the story gets interesting, seems I got ahold of journal entries of this mans travels"

Journal entry Lock'eed ~ Found we lost all our chests to the void. Moral is very low now. Reports show we are the only active town in the region many have already ran away from these lands. I'll stay and build tis only thing right, for the Builder wouldn't have me running. I'm going to take a walk though need to get some fresh air. Almost forgot to shut the furnaces down... maybe I'll find some pumpkins on my walk.

This was the last entry for on his journey the void had taken hold of most the lands of Port Haven and it was but with the few airships left in the lands that were able to rescue those left behind. The good hammer blimp and RAshala's VERY fast airship. But for Lock wasn't as fortunate enough to get a flight out of the lands. He was taken into the void and there had to battle endlessly through hordes of shadow beasts and demons.

Journal entry Lock'eed ~ Day .....oh hell I cant tell what day or time it is in here. I've found remains of the city of annex down here I've taken as much supplies as I could and gave the dead their last rites, praise the Builder may he take them back into his halls. I'm going to start digging up through this mess, cant keep fighting anymore. I'm pretty sure if I dig to the skyline I can find a way out. Ever so often the sky opens and the world can be seen...such a sight watching the shadows swarm up from here and pull the buildings down in.... Going to dig in for the night and eat yet more mushroom stew....God these things grow everywhere if I make it out I'll never eat another god forsaken mushroom again !!

After what seemed to be years of clawing up through the red muck Lock poked out of what appeared to be the highest point in the nether void. He could stand on his toes and feel the bedrock that was above his head.. "Frick....bedrock!!" almost broken from the discovery that the way out was bedrock high pitched screams ran through his ears. "great ghasts...." Once more Lock stood to fight what he thought was going to be his final battle...

With a few missed hits and a few dead ghasts later a repelled ghast fireball hit the bedrock...and sunlight shun through. About to fall in battle Lock could see this in the corner of his eye, with renewed strength he aimed every ghast attack back to the ceiling. Every fireball knocked the crack in the ceiling bigger but the void was also rebuilding this break...seeing his work being fixed Lock began to falter. Seeing that the void was repairing itself he dropped his hammer off to the side and fell to his knee.

"I'm sorry Master Builder for I can no longer swing my hammer anymore" Two fireballs landed in close proximity of Lock throwing him up and forward through the small break in the ceiling.

Landing above ground in a small creek bed the water gently splashed on the unconscious face of Lock.

Sunlight beamed down on Lock's face slowly waking up he thought he was dead and awaiting the Builder to take him back home. But this wasn't the land of the dead but some strange new world vines and strange pumpkins were around. Giant chasms went so far down you couldn't see the bottom. There was others there as well so Lock kept to himself, finding an abandoned mine town Lock began to do what all Hammers do rebuild!

Lock'eed ~ "RustStone, that's what I'll call you..... No longer do I know what day or year it could be. The nightmares continue to plague my mind their screams and shouts echo even after I awake. I hope they all made it out ok..."

Lock'eed ~ Day what ever....was working on the watch tower above the mines when I could see a person in armor approaching in the distant. Readied my hammer in case it was one of the locals. Locals here tend to kill without reasons wont let this one get me. I stood up with the sun on my back so as to blind my visitor.

Lock'eed ~ " You there! friend or foe!?"

Stepping into the towers shadow the person revealed them self as kitchentwin. Was my captain of the guard....slowly I made my way down from the ladders, still ready for any trickery this encounter may bring. Sophy ~ "Lock ! your still alive!". wasn't a trick was real in the distance others started to appear....nduvius and laduke almost everyone from the keep was there.

We spent many hours retelling the tales of how they fought the void storms and crash landed in these lands. My story was more dark and grim about the ruins that I came across while roaming the void and the mass graves I dug with my hands for the fallen. It wasn't long however in these lands that the remaining wizards not wanting to chance another encounter with the void took everyone even further away into unknown lands.

It was each time that the group of Hammerites would travel from lands to lands unknowingly traveling to other worlds each time the nether void took the lands they were on.Forever lost the group remained together always rebuilding.

Traveler ~ "Wait that's it? That doesn't explain how he got here??"

Old man ~ "Did you not hear what I read, the lands these hammerites come from keep getting taken by nether rifts. It's by that reason he some how managed to travel to these lands. I'm sure the answers you seek will come in time. Then again you can always ask him yourself, I myself met with him not ten days East of here".

Old man ~ "Best rest for the night and seek him out then"

The next morning you wake to find your alone and the old man is gone. Left behind is a dusty Tome on the cover reads Hammerite Lore by Owl the Hammerite Lore keeper. You open the tome and a note is left inside that reads from the old man.... "sorry to have left you by yourself I have pressing matters to attend to, hope you catch up to Lock'eed he has many tales to share" signed Boosh.

What are your Character's ambitions?: To regroup and rebuild and to make a place in these new lands.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Well that's all to easy the Hammer. Hmmm not in the list here "texture pack ah I see sword it is then"

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? yet another easy one, to build. May it be towns or relationships, building suits me perfectly.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, click here: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/51343-how-to-obtain-your-skin-screenshot/):

Other Information about your Character: What I'd look like in real life.

Open-Response-Questions

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond? Well knowing that halflings are notorious thieves I'd approach the group keeping my distance from the two men and the halfling to my right. I'd ask what is going. "you three! what is the meaning of all this commotion?!" once again making sure to be prompt and stern with the three. If told none of my business I'd ask the halfling what was going on. If it is true the two are trying to steal from him I'd turn to the two men and give them fair chance to leave in peace or by thine hammer of thy builder in your skull! But yes let it be a lesson to all never turn your back on a halfling. Not all are thieves but you never know.

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response? "just browsing good merchant, I was in the area and was just curious as to the wares you have to offer." I'd then look over the wares and see if the shop had a message board as to what the local news is and I'd leave the way I came in.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: I would take shelter in the hut and if it was in need or repairs I'd fix them. Come day break I'd leave and not take from the hut's chest. Even if it be abandoned the Master Builder frowns on thieving.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond? Good day sir, I have been lost for days and was wondering if you could spare food and drink? If you have tasks or chores that need be done I can earn my keep for the rations.

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: If the town gave me shelter and rations I'd be willing to assist free of charge to repay the generosity the villagers gave me. With renewed strength I'd be fit for combat. If the town didn't assist me earlier I'd still try and help push out the bandits in my weakened state.

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