Nimshae_Moonwind's Application

[Nimshae Annamea Najade 117]

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: Nimshae_Moonwind

How old are you?: 37

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: BST Britain

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

I would say I am passable at this, I don’t ever “text” or “leet” speak as I find it the bane of the written word, not to mention it is fairly annoying. I endeavour to try and be as clear and concise as possible, within the confines I am set. For instance trying to keep track of grammatical rules their/there your/you’re. I also will try my best to spell well, however I will warn when typing fast I am prone to mis-spells. My brain is quite good for it’s advanced age however my fingers are not as quick as they could be, and sometimes mistakes can occur. I will also hold my hand up and say that sometimes my hands do shake, which can sometimes result in the odd mistake. I will try my best to make sure this occurs as little as humanely possible.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am a full time Mummy of a small three year old toddler that has Autism. For this reason I tend to spend a lot of time at home as he does not enjoy disruptions to his routine or schedule. To fend of the hours of loneliness I find the internet an amazing place to meet people, and to follow a great passion of mine role-play. I am also drawn to all things creative, being quite an accomplished artist, I just wish I could write as well as I can paint. I am friendly, cheerful and above all polite. Other than playing minecraft I enjoy reading, all genres, painting and drawing, web design and coding.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

This will vary from week to week, and is very much dependent by how much real life is hitting. My son has to have some intensive therapy sometimes, and also if he is having a bad week my time must be solely his. However I will try my best to get on at least once or twice a week while I am well enough to do so. Even if real life has hit a curve ball in my direction

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:

Ahhh I love questions like this, to me role play is the practice of being able to creatively and completely step into the persona of a character other than yourself. To not only act as that person, but also to creatively stretch your wings, thoughts and ideals in a totally different direction. Often playing someone either similar or completely different from yourself, and to also experience worlds and lives that you wouldn’t ordinarily be able to do. To experience magic, monsters, fantasy, things that you would not find in the “real” world. This can involve but not exclusive to, in character acting in games, and on forums, the art of creative writing and blogs, and nowadays even videos and artwork.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:

I have been role playing myself for about 12 years now, I started out with small games I used to run for the neighbourhood children based on the fabulous books of Anne McCaffrey. These were my first foray into free form role-play, and made creative use of noise makers and sound effects. When I met my husband it progressed to a role play group that sat around drinking copious amounts of tea and playing Role Master, Shadowrun, VtM, Hunter, Gurps, and Rifts. With the birth of MMO games I tried valiantly to find a community that would welcome me, and shared the same passion I had for RP, and for many years it was a thankless task. However I discovered on STO, the 12th fleet and soon found my role-play family. Over several months I have progressed to where I now head up their RP division, as well as GMing when I get a chance on our player crewed ship the U.S.S. Valkyrie. Incidentally I have also played the same character there, every Sunday for the past nine months.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is:

Meta-gaming has quite a few connotations with regards to role-play, with text based game it’s usually used to describe the process of using game mechanics and information gleaned from this out of character player knowledge to influence in character behaviour. For instance, people don’t have their name floating above their heads anywhere but on a computer game, so in character you should not act on this information at all. Instead you should find this information from character interaction and role-play.

This can also be covered by acting on information given in an OCC. Channel that your character would have no way of knowing. For instance recently in an STO gaming session I was playing a medical hologram that’s circuits had been damaged, this had resulted in erratic and pshychotic behaviour. In character I started to quote passages from the great literary classic, Frankenstein by Mary Shelly. In OOC. I commented that I would give £5 to anyone who could successfully source the literary quotes used. Immediately after a character stated “Dr Freeman wonders why the EMH is quoting literature?”. This is a prime example of allowing player knowledge to influence the actions of your in character behaviour.

It can also be used to describe the act of using player knowledge of source books, bestiaries, game books to influence your in character path and actions due to knowledge of stats, weaknesses, and skills. However this usually only occurs in book led role-plays where lots of information and resources are available to govern the world it’s self.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is:

Power Gaming also has a few connotations, for instance playing a character that is super powerful and almost god like, without the off set balance of flaws. No person is universally good at everything and to play such a character not only disrupts the play of others, but also ultimately stifles your own character development and progression. Sometimes in life it’s how we handle the failures and flaws we are dealt that truly make us who we are. If you fail at nothing you cannot grow, and what cannot grow cannot live.

Power Gaming is also directly affecting another character, and not giving them the chance to act before. For instance just landing a punch on someone who you pass, without giving them the chance to act, for instance they may want to dodge out of the way, grab your hand, duck...all feasible actions that you deny them with just using bald and closed statements. It is much better to use open descriptive statements that give the other player the freedom of choice to affect their character how they would like. For instance “Jayge Darkwind feinted to one side and threw a punch, aiming for Darrilek’s left cheek” This gives the character Darrilek time to react...rather than the much more bald statement. “Jayge punched Darrilek in the face”, which is absolute.

Role play is at the base about interaction, if you rob someone the chance to interact back with you, not only does it spoil their enjoyment, but will ultimately also spoil your own.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

I am hoping that because the application process is so discriminating, that the community that populate this server are as passionate about role play and the art of character creation and progression as I am. With being fairly mature myself, I have many responsibilities, hence my free time is premium, and where I spend this is very important to me. From just speaking on your TS, and also with general posts on the forums I can see that although many are not as advanced in age as I myself am, they do however seem to have an advanced general maturity which is all to the good. I am hoping that I find this place an inspiring and friendly place, and very much look forward to making friends if I am lucky enough to be accepted.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

I have played on mainly my own servers, and the server I set up and ran for my gaming community “The Intrepid Society”, recently I tried the server Nations at War, however I found that despite the people who were running it being very much interested in role play, they did not enforce this for their players which meant that people generally weren’t that interested in it at all. Also they had much more emphasis on WAR and PVP, neither of which I am particularly good at, or even enjoy. When not role playing, being a creative person I do like to build. Which is why I have usually stayed on my own servers.

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

I read the rules extensively, and was much heartened to see that a lot of thought had gone into there construction, especially in regards to the protection of your younger members. I will have no trouble following these rules, and must admit if they weren’t as well thought out and reasonable as they are, I probably wouldn’t be applying to join your server.

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

I am a very law abiding little person, and generally feel sick if I unintentionally break a rule, the very thought of chaos and unlawfulness doesn’t sit well with me so I will have no problems at all following all your rules.

How did you hear about us?:

I heard about this server when the leader of our gaming community asked me to find a very good reputable server for them to apply to, I went to the Mine Craft Official forums and was struck by how professional the advertisement was, and how well thought out and put together the website was. Plus I was blown away by the dedication to role play which is something that I myself am very passionate about.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:

I haven’t previously applied, and hopefully in future this won’t be a link to this application *wink*

In-Character:

Character Name:

Nimshae Annamea Moonwind

What Race are you?:

Elf

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):

Wood Elf

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.):

Nimshae stands a statuesque 5ft 9 inches high, with a slight frame and build, saved from looking boyish by a sedate set of curves. Her triangular face is fine boned and delicate, with high sweeping cheekbones and a long aquiline well formed nose. Her face is dominated by huge, thickly fringed sour apple green eyes, and delicate curved dark brows often raised in queries. Her mouth is wide and often tends towards smiling with full lips and even teeth. Her skin is pale cinnamon brown, her cheeks and nose dusted with a darker shade of freckles. Her hair is long and luxurious, falling in gentle waves about her shoulders and down her back, naturally a mousey blonde shade, it’s dyed using the pigments from barks and leaves to a deep forest green hue. Her hair is often tied in a loose bound plat that falls to the small of her back, and tied securely with a leather thong. Feathers and beads are woven through her hair, and wild tendrils and tangles fall from it’s confines round her face and cheeks.

She wears the traditional attire of the wood elves, leathers, fabrics, and furs in earth shades of green and brown, accented by feathers, beads, and bird skulls, anything that strikes her fancy or has sentimental meaning to her or memories attached. She wears a long hooded cloak to protect against the elements, weaved by hand from her mother, of the softest sheep's wool dyed a warm brown from bark pigments. most of her clothing was weaved, cured or sewn by her own hand as is the custom of wood elves, to Nimshae life is sacrosanct. If a life must be taken for your own survival, she will use all of the carcass, skins and all wasting nothing as she was taught by her parents, so she carries on this tradition and teachings.

Nimshae was born in the wilds of Asulon to Elensar Moonflight and Vardimir Windclaw both refugee’s from the great forest Capital of Laurelin, who fled to the Verge and escape in the first crossing to Asulon. Vardimir a bear of a man, standing easily over six feet was hearty and of good humour. His hair and beard thick and wild. His eyes a muddy green glinted with humour and good cheer, for all his appearance of supposed strength and force, he was at heart a gentle and unassuming male. He found that the constant onslaught of the undead on his much loved home was hard to take, frightened to his bones for his wife, the love of his life. He found his lack of military prowess and martial ability a great failing in himself, and took it as his biggest regret that he could not protect his wife or their beloved home. That while he was willing he lacked the requisite skills to be truly effective. When hope began to wane in the great city, he bundled his wife and himself with the first of those who fled, armed with only the skins and clothes on their back they left all trace of their former life there. Too scared to think of the future, they ran on instinct alone, they had to leave, they had to find sanctuary. Although his offensive ability was under developed, his instinct for survival was correct. And Laurelin and Ageis it’s self fell to darkness and was lost.

No longer wishing to invest time and heart into a large city and community again Vardimir convinced his mate Elensar to retreat from the burgeoning communities to the forest wilderness, to never again taste the heartache and pain of a community, a home destroyed. Instead they lived a largely nomadic existence using the very tree’s for shelter, making a home for a few years and then moving on leaving the tree that had sheltered them to grow thick and healthy again round their abandoned dwellings. Vardimir discovered due to necessity that while he had been an adequate weapons smith in his past life, that his true skill lay in the taming and hunting of animals. he could truly understand the beasts, his love and gentle nature transmitted to them and they trusted him. Vardimir found that in understanding the animals, the beasts and birds around him, didn’t only aid his ability to domesticate animals, but also to hunt them as well. However he found that his innate love and understanding for all beasts made it impossible to kill indiscriminately and he instead chose to not be wasteful. Only to kill for food, and just enough to sustain them.

They wasted nothing, he learnt to skin for leathers and furs, how to cache meat to store for the lean months, how to hand cure his skins to make the softest and most pliable leathers and suede's. He became and accomplished rider and could convince any animal to bare his weight. His wife Elensar developed her own skills, learning about the plants, roots and foliage around her to make potions, salves, creams for healing, working from the very plants themselves for not only food and clothing, but medicines, dyes, pigments and mordents. Elensar could weave, knit and fashion clothing using the skins her husband provided. They kept herds of wild animals and for many years their life to them was idyllic. When Elensar became pregnant they were very happy and after Nimshae’s birth endeavoured to teach her all the lessons they themselves had learnt from experience, and of the true bounties and worth of nature, of life.

Nimshae was a more that wiling student, and a very happy child. However although her father tried to put right in his offspring the one failing he saw in himself, his lack of offensive capability and effectiveness, he was disappointed to learn that the acorn didn’t fall far from the tree. While Nimshae was passable with a bow, or a belt knife, she showed a distressing lack of interest in anything remotely aggressive or offensive and instead actually excelling at her Mothers quiet and sedate craft or herbalism and healing. While she was a passable hunter, enough to get by she didn’t have her fathers bold gift for hunting or taming. Yet despite these flaws she was much loved, she was agile, no one could climb tree’s like her, and as a child has a ditressing lack of fear that often left her parents heart in their mouths. As the years passed and she grew from a grinning and wild child to a gawky and awkward teen, to a young thoughtful adult only one trait remained unchanged. Her rampant curiosity, she questioned anyone who passed and asked for succour which as a family they were happy to offer. Hungry for tales of great cities, other elves like herself.

Often lonely and devoid of playmates as a child, she craved contact with others of her kind, for experiences beyond the wilds and tree’s that she had been raised. Her parents were at first troubled and unhappy, why couldn’t their beloved daughter stay with them, wasn’t this life perfect, so very far removed from their nightmare at the hands of the undead. Couldn’t she see that when you opened your heart to community that danger and pain surely followed. However soon they became resigned, as she got older they saw that they could not assuage her curiosity, that her thirst for the world, the life around her that they had tried to shelter her from, was not diminishing. When she made it clear her plans when she reached her mid twenties to set off and explore the world, to gain her own experiences and opinions, they knew they could not keep her from leaving the nest much longer.

They had taught their chick all they could, and it was now time for her to test her own wings, to stretch herself and make her own life. Giving her one final gift, the great brown cloak that her Mother weaved with love, and the stone belt knife that her Father had hewn by hand and blessed for her protection she set off out from the family homestead. She swore to visit often, vowing to look out for her parents signs her skills at tracking taught to her by Vardimir himself. Setting out under the light of the moon, a lone figure on her way to her own destiny....

Nimshae is quiet and thoughtful, not overly aggressive or offensive she instead excels at quiet and sedate pursuits like herbalism and medicine. Quiet placid and generally quiet, she nevertheless has rampant curiosity for anything out of her sphere of experience, having to her own opinion, led a sheltered life. She missed out of friends and playmates growing up, she while she will be shy, when she makes friends of her own she will be staunchly loyal and devoted.

What are your Character's ambitions?:

Nimshae’s ambitions in the short term are to soak up experiences and knowledge of the world around her, feeling that due to her quite and unexciting upbringing, that she was sheltered from true “life”. She does not blame her parents for this, understanding why they chose they path they did, however she herself feels that fear should not rule over your existence to that extent. She also has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and contact with others of her kind never actually having met that many other elves than her parents or the odd passing traveller. Long term her ambitions are to become even more adept at herbalism and medicine, and maybe to open a shop or store in one of the great cities that her parents turned their backs on.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):

I would say Nimshae’s favourite tool and the one that would speak most ardently of her would be the Hoe, for it’s symbolism and uses for the growing and harvesting of plants and roots.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?

Nimshae is most talented at herbalism, being very green fingered a talent she inherited from her Mother, although quite skilled already her experience and knowledge is limited, as I want to gain skills in the general progression of my character, as that's where I have most fun, and can stretch my wings more creatively.

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Other Information about your Character:

Although Nimshae is not as adept as her Father at the taming and hunting of animals, due to his tutelage she has a talent for the mimicry of the calls of beasts and birds, these were taught to her to try and aid her understanding of the worlds around her, and the beasts that inhabit it, and also to further aid in the charming of animals. However her skills were never as prolific as her fathers, however her animal and birds calls may find a use yet.

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?

Nimshae walked quietly through the forests, shafts of sunlight speared through the tree’s canopies above, dancing and glinting amongst the polished rocks of the road ahead. Such simple beauty in the world around her never failed to gladden her heart and quicken her step. Truly it was a great day, the sun warm on her hair and shoulders, the breeze blowing gently through the trees fragrant and inviting. Suddenly her keen ears detected the sound of raised voices up head. Not just raised either, but angry. Biting her lip she took quiet nimble steps into the tree’s that bordered the road, hiding her she hoped from view to whatever commotion was ahead. Creeping closer and closer, always remaining behind the great tree’s that due to her attire she was nicely camouflaged, she moved ever closer. Oh no, up ahead two brutes were harassing a child....wait it wasn’t a child. Humanoid and childlike in size he nevertheless bore the marks of maturity on his now frightened face.

Nimshae knew she could not just walk on and leave this to happen, however she didn’t have the skills to chase these bandits off in combat. Leaning against the tree she gnawed her bottom lip is sudden frustration, how could she scare these vagabonds away. What could she do that would be effective. Not thinking she disturbed the rocks at her feet...

“Oi” shouted one of the warriors in sudden fear “What was that?, I swear Readis I just heard something..” The man suddenly blanched as he tried to peer amongst the tree’s intently. “You don’t think it’s a...a Wolf do you?.

His accomplice raised his eyes and rolled them with frustration. “No...I don’t think it is, I think you have Wolves on the brain, which is addled by the way. Get back here, we have to finish this now, if any guards happen down the road....well we are done for”

The nervous warrior returned, obviously hesitantly, still spooked by something he very much feared. “You didn’t see my cousin Readis....there was nothing much left of him after they had done, you can bet on tha...”

All of a sudden the stillness of the forest was split by an ear piercing howl, and then another. The two warriors by this time spooked looked about in terror, their pinched white faces telling Nimshae all she needed to know. Calling again, modulating her voice to perfectly mimic a wolf pack, she darted in amongst the tree’s and shrubbery making them shake and groan as if they were being disturbed by animals. By this time beside themselves with terror, the would be assailants pushed the Halfling roughly to the ground and fled in abject terror. Breaking her cover Nimshae walked towards the prone Halfling, he cowered at her sudden presence, however she merely smiled shyly and hesitantly at him, and offered him her hand to help him up from the ground.

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?

Nimshae drank deeply from her water bottle, he mouth was dry and gritty from the days of travel and as she rummaged in her pack she noticed that supplies and food were low. Rising from the ground and dusting herself off she made her way towards the huge imposing gates ahead of her, heraldry of blue and while snapping gaily in the crisp breeze. Hopefully there would be shops, stalls, places where she could barter fro much needed supplies. Walking through the bustling and crowded streets, her eyes wide with awe and surprise, scarce feeling as she was buffeted and tossed through the eddies of people, keen about their business.

Stall holders shouted out there wares, smells of spices, and mouth-watering meats assailed her nostrils, and she felt her mouth water. She had been many days with only water and the crude bread her mother had milled from coarse grains as her only sustenance. Spying a well dressed merchant at a stall that sold succulent meats she stopped, nodding her head in respect for someone in his position as she had been taught her manners by her Mother.

" 'ello there, what can I do you for today?"

Nimshae smiled shyly, recognising the common language, the language of trade that she had been schooled in by her mother, however the accent was different, so much more rounded than when her mother had tried to teach her. Her brow furrowing as she tried to master the unfamiliar language she waved her hand absently at the meats in front of her.

“I wish to purchase, cooked meats from you for my supplies, alas I do not have any minas....” Seeing the merchants sudden frown she rushed on, holding out her hand pleadingly. “However I do have goods that I could offer in trade....barter?” She indicated her pack with an inclination of her head. The merchant awarded her with a sudden grin, liking this shy and unassuming wood elf, whose very inexperience was it’s self endearing. Waving his hands to indicate that she should show him what she had she suddenly rummaged through her pack.

Laying out in front of her two twined and plaited belts of the softest buttery suede, one in a startling shade of blue and the other a deep russet brown. Nimshae also laid out several cured wolf pelts, their colours vibrant and their fur soft and fragrant with herbs. Lastly she laid down several jars of a thick yellow substance that immediately had the merchant raising his eyebrows in surprise. The merchant unscrewing the lids of one of the jars took a deep appreciative sniff as his nose was assailed by the sent of medow grass and flowers.

“What is this?” he asked. Smiling suddenly, the action lighting her whole face Nimshae explained. “That sir is a healing burn ointment made from the native blonde blossom in a base of purified pig grease, the colouring comes from the distilled and concentrated flowers, while the leaves themselves have a healing and anaesthetic effect when brewed correctly.” The merchant is suitably impressed. “And how does it do for scaring?”. “Oh sir if used on previous burns the healing oils should also gradually diminish minor scaring...however I have to warn you, that if the scar tissue is thick and pronounced, it will have very little, if any effect.”

The merchant nodded sagely. “And there you could have told me a lie I take it, I have not seen you around these parts, you wish to busy supplies so I take it you are travelling. Honestly is a rare trait someday here!” Nimshae blushed suddenly, her cheeks pinking prettily. “Well Sir, my Mother would not have been happy to hear that I told an untruth just to gain supplies, I would not dishonour her”.

The merchant grinned, touched the jars of ointment and the blue belt. “I will take these and will make you up a package!” he pronounced grandly. Taking some brown paper he wrapped up several large and succulent slices of the bloody rare beef, and also added several loaves of moist deeply herbed bread, as well as a dozen sweet rolls. Then taking two flagons of ale he added them to the stash of food he had set aside.

“This a fair trade Miss?” he asked with a sudden wink. Smiling in acquiescence Nimshae handed over the goods, and took her own package and began to pack them into her bags, along with the wares she would hope to barter later. Nodding at him in farewell, she raised her hand in the age old greeting and set off on her way. Her step light and her heart lighter. The merchant looked on as she disappeared from view charmed by someone so obviously untouched and hopeful.

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?:

Night was falling fast, the sky darkening from shades of azure to lilac, violet and midnight. Stars glittered above like diamonds thrown across velvet, the moons light painting the forest around her in shades of monochrome. Illuminating the large looming shape of a crude shelter, nestled into a clearing like a small bird cosseted in a nest. There was no light, no lanterns lit the windows at all. Cautiously she crept closer, the stench of rotten wood permeating the air, showing that the steading was in a state of very poor repair if not abandoned. As she got closer, nearing the dwelling she saw that the door stood open, hung from only one hinge. Her eyes were slowly getting accustomed to the low level of lighting, and she could see crawler webs now clearly strewn about the cabin.

Pushing the door gently open she called in her lyrical voice to see if anyone would answer, her only reply was the lowly sighing of the wind around her, a lonely and forlorn sound amongst the branches of this quiet derelict place. However she needed to find shelter quickly, and necessity led her quickly inside, if this place was indeed deserted it would be the perfect place to make camp till morning. Inside it was dusty, her sudden movements causing her to disturb the grime of ages that made her retch and cough suddenly as it assailed her lungs. Leaning against something hard and oblong she bent over, her hand to her mouth and tried to get some much needed breath back into her abused lungs. Looking down she saw it was a crude storage chest, the dust so thick atop it that she left hand prints in the surface. The evidence around was conclusive, no one had been here for a very long time, so chance were this chest was empty, who would leave valuables in such a deserted place. There had been no death here as there were no bodies, even if a beast had scavenged here, bones....would be present.

Still curiosity got the better of her and she slowly opened the lid of the chest, gasping in awe as the moonlight glinted off the hilt and pommel of the most beautiful sword she had ever seen. Crafted in gold, and so ornate it’s beauty was truly breath taking. Nimshae could not bring herself to even touch it, lest the grease and sweat from her fingers marred it’s perfection. Despite the dwelling being deserted, this fabulous treasure obviously belonged to someone, and Nimshae was sure they, whoever they were, would be back to claim it. Cocking her head to one side she heard the calls of ravenous creatures outside, and knew that she couldn’t safely leave this dwelling till morning. However loath to take shelter here without leaving something in return. Taking her pack she removed one of the wolf pelts and added it into the inventory of the chest. Maybe the people who returned here would not know that it was payment. However Nimshae understood herself it wasn’t to pay back the owners of this little dwelling, but merely to assuage her own sense of obligation for needing to stay here.

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?

Weak with thirst and hunger, the sun beat down mercilessly on Nimshae through the filigreed branches. She had been wondering for so many days she could no longer keep track. The food she had gotten from the Merchant in exchange long since gone, and she had been without water now for at least two if not more days. Her throat burned, the dryness painful beyond belief. She had stumbled on, extreme tiredness and dehydration making her clumsy and uncoordinated. Her usual tracking skills seeming to desert her as her stomach ached from hunger, and her limbs cried out for moisture.

She had been hoping to come across a stream, even the plants, the foliage around here that she gave thanks to every day, didn’t yield enough moisture to keep her going, even more alarming was the knowledge that she had got herself so disorientated, she appeared to be going round in circles. Hearing voices up ahead she tried to make her way quickly towards them, scarcely thinking at this point, her caution over ruled by her desperation. After all they could be foes, people who meant her harm. Stumbling and falling to her knee’s she made it into a clearing, full of colourful tents and stalls, a travelling trading caravan.

She saw them through blurred eyes, dry with dust as they rushed towards her. Their babble of voices at first excited and then strangely concerned. Someone began to drip water into her gasping mouth, and the feeling was heavenly. She tried to rise, and grasp at the water greedily. However gentle hands held her back. “Eh There, steady lass, too much and you will make yourself sick!”. She tried to gabble at him in thanks, swiping ineffectually at her pack, offering the stranger barter for his kindness and help. Steadily he gentled her hands “Nay lass, not yet, you can make reparations soon, you are half dead and in no fit state to strike a fair deal, to haggle or barter.” He gave her a rueful grin “And Rommas does not take advantage of anyone, why my reputation as a merchant would be in tatters if I did”. Helping her up, he let her drink her fill, and waved for someone else to bring bread. Kneeling to the side he handed it over “I know it’s dry, but you look to have not eaten for many days and this will be easiest on your stomach”. Taking small amounts of the bread Nimshae smiled weakly, her eyes closing in exhaustion as she sank into blackness.

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?:

Nimshae walked quickly and quietly through the darkened streets of the small hamlet that Rommas had directed her to, she was lucky his camp had truly had large and gracious hearts. Allowing her to rest and recuperate with them for scant help in return. She had tried to barter goods, but they had been adamant that the day the Rommas Trading Caravan could not help a fellow traveller, that they could put them to bed with a shovel. However she had insisted for several days to help with the chores, the cutting of fresh reeds for bedding, gathering fallen branches for firewood, helping to turn the spits. She had also shared some knowledge of distillation and infusion with their camp healer. Nimshae had been truly sorry to leave them when they had to move on, and although much better and healthier, her heart had been heavy to leave her knew friends.

And now she strolled idly through the streets, the torches flickering casting dancing wraiths and shadows in shrouded doorways, and alleys. Up ahead guards were talking loudly, appealing for...help it seemed. wandering closer, trying to look unconcerned she listened intently. Oh Bandits, they were offering a reward for any civilian or mercenary who would allow them to rent their blade. Nimshae moved on quickly, she knew her place. She was not offensive. While her drive to help, was large, she was intelligent enough to know that she would only be a hindrance. They needed skilled warriors, swordsmen and archers. Not someone who with extreme bad luck could nick their own ear. Casting one long last sad look at them as she passed, she made her way back to her lodgings. She needed to be well rested to continue on her journey tomorrow.

Anything else you would like to say?:

I would also like to direct you to some other talents I have, here is my devinat art account with some of my older works and most recent ones too.

http://deathly-delights.deviantart.com/

And also because although this is primarily role play based it's still mine craft, some examples of my building and architecture work. The texture pack was made by myself from changing and splicing other non continued skin and texture projects. It's always the truth when you find a good one, they lose the will to update it.

As it happens this is also a wood elf project...

http://www.intrepid-society.com/minecraft.html