The Arcane Delvers

[Mish_ 101]

Given name(RP name): Lucas Arkshan or The Black Panther

(Skype name if you have one):None
True name(MC name):((MinecraftMish))

Race: Human-Elf
  Authentic magic user?(accepted magic user?):No.
What form of magic ye use?: None but I hope to be apprenticed when a position opens.
Do ye seek adventure, knowledge, and companionship?: Yes. Yes, and Yes.
Mageshield,Delver or Apprentice(if other detail)?: Shadow for now till a spot opens I would like to try for Apprentice when a spot opens.
For Mageshields only:
Do ye swear solemnly to put your life upon the line to perserve that of your arcane brethren? Yes.
What combat skills have ye? Daggers, Swords, and Bow

 

While at a local bar you see two dark hooded figures in the corner discussing in a whispered conversation. You can't quite make out what they're saying but you clearly hear the word "artifact".

I would move closer then listen in . If they had an artifact I would swipe it and take it to examine.

 

You come across a massive ruin of ancient design, strange sounds and lights emanate from within

 

I would go inside slowly, and scan for traps. I would map the area and come back with a group to venture deeper.

 

 

Ike take his application and edits it then putting it back. 

 

[dyehu 6]

 

*Tyler sends a bird to the headquarters of The Arcane Delvers,
with the following parsel attached*

Given name(RP name): Tyler Riverstone

(Skype name if you have one): None


True name(MC name): dyehu

Race: Human


Authentic magic user?(accepted magic user?): No


Do ye seek adventure, knowledge, and companionship?:
Indeed, I
seek to be great and to have many adventures to be told about me while I am in
the ground. I wish for my legacy to be remembered forever, my name praised, and
I feel the best way to do this is by joining The Arcane Delvers.


Mageshield,Delver or Apprentice(if other detail)?:

I wish to be a mageshield for now, but perhaps I could be useful as a mageshadow

Do ye swear solemnly to put your life upon the line to perserve that of your
arcane brethren? I, Tyler Riverstone, swear to uphold the arcane brethren with
my life and preserve it.


What combat skills have ye? I am
skilled with an axe, and I am also skilled with throwing axes.


 

Short
Response for all Applicants, write how ye would respond:

 


You come across a massive ruin of
ancient design, strange sounds and lights emanate from within.

 While at a local bar you see two dark hooded figures in the
corner discussing in a whispered conversation. You can't quite make out what
they're saying but you clearly hear the word "artifact".



Tyler thought to himself, “Perhaps they are speaking of that mysterious structure I found early today.”

He also thought to himself, “These men look suspicious. Surely something that
incredible must have power that some would see to obtain. I should try and
follow them.” The two hooded figure’s conversation drew to a close, and they
both stood up and quickly went out the bar’s wooden doors. Sneakily, Tyler put
up his hood, and began to follow the two hooded figures. Tyler darted from tree
to tree, watching the two hooded figures whisper to one another still, as they
headed towards the direction of the artifact. However, as Tyler was watching
the two hooded people, he face ran into a branch and rustled the leaves. The
two hooded figures spun around extremely fast, and rushed over to where they
heard the noise. Tyler thought quickly and decided to climb up the tree, and
made almost no noise while he did so. Once the hooded figures finally reached
the source of the noise, Tyler was up in the trees, watching and listening to
them. “Someone’s following us,” said one of the hooded figures, “they want the
power for their own.” The other one disregarded the statement, saying, “Stop
bein’ so paranoid. It was probably some animal. Come on, we must go and harness
the power of the artifact.” The hooded figures scrambled away down the road,
and when they were out of sight Tyler let himself down from the tree, and
decided to go to a wizard regarding the information he had just learned.

 

Walking down the Anthos Highway
you come across a masked man with a sword threatening a hooded figure,
claiming he is a necromancer.

Tyler studies the masked man very carefully, noticing the bloodstains on his right hand sleeve. Tyler unsheathes
his axe, and approaches the two squabbling men. “He is a necromancer! A
defiler! Raiser of the dead!” yelled the masked man, “We must rid this world
from him!” Tyler then said, “Why is there blood on your right handed sleeve?
Perhaps you have an interest in killing people for no reason?” The masked man
turned in rage towards Tyler, “You dare accuse me of such things! I will not
tolerate this!” As the masked man’s attention diverted towards Tyler, the
hooded figure began to slowly sink into the woods without him noticing. “I’m
just stating the obvious,” said Tyler, “You appear to be bent on killing a man
with no evidence, other than your mouth.” By now, the hooded man had
disappeared into the woods, and right before the masked man let out another
outburst of anger, Tyler said, “You know what. You’re right. Kill the man. He
went that way,” and pointed in the wrong direction the hooded man went. The
masked man stared at Tyler, wanting to believe that Tyler had just had a change
in heart, and he convinced himself he had. “Well then, I must go after him!”
said the masked man, and sheathed his sword and darted in the direction Tyler
pointed.

[Stag 3230]

((This is a personal OOC request. Could we have applications be put in spoilers? It would be much appreciated.))

 

Hera sits in her bed tossing and turning grunting in the displeasure. Suddenly the room erupts in an echo of sneezes and coughing fits reverberating off every wall. Soon the noise dies down and Hera takes her sleeve and runs it across her nostrils which have released the damn of mucus. Slumping back into her bed slowly she lets out a whimpered grunt before resuming her exasperated movements mostly due to the frustration of being bed ridden. 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art snarls.

"Next person to apply for mageshadow without reading our fecking poster, I will hunt down, I will find, and I will kill. Slowly. Read. The. Poster."

[Sentlit 108]

It had been a few weeks since he had started trying to apply what Polgrath had been teaching him into visual Illusion. Cyrus would return every night, for weeks now, quite exhausted, usually waking up at noon the next day and sometimes later. He was gone for several days at a time it seemed, either working hard or exhausted to the point of passing out. Perhaps a few sprains and bruises from overexertion took their mark upon his body. Today, Cyrus goes again.

 

"I'm off on my walk" he casually claims, instantly heading for the crossroads. Cyrus takes the fork off of the highway and goes toward Solace, but continues veering as to go straight into the nearby forest. His stomach gurgles of hunger, yet he ignores it.

 

'When have I last eaten?' his mind whispers. 'I'll eat eventually... this is more important at this time.'

 

He finds the same clearing that he has been using for what is weeks or even a month now and stands on the soft, light-green grass. The warm sun's light flows down, casting a short shadow to the east. Cyrus does not close his eyes this time.

 

His mind travels down the wearing path to the void, a place becoming more familiar to him each time he re-enters it. 'Now... just a flat, blank image... A shadow even...' In his mind's eye he visualizes simply, a shadow. He begins pulling it into reality and his hands start shaking. In the back of his mind he thinks 'A minor symptom, I think this time I can-...' He looks down to his feet, sweat dripping from his hair.

 

Two distinct shadows lay there, as if cast by two suns. In a single instant, the second one fades and Cyrus falls to his hands and knees, his muscles aching. A breathy laugh escapes his mouth. He then slides from this position to flat upon his face, wishing not to move a muscle. The still air is interrupted with a light breeze that rustles the leaves around the clearing and the melodious chirping of birds return.

 

'I'm well on my way' he thinks 'The Mindlord will surely be proud.'

[Acornlad 206]

Tahjeet sits alone in his study, the quiet calming to him. Not a sound echoes in the entire establishment except the strokes of his quill on paper. Tahjeet scribbles his various theories into books, his collection has grown relatively large. 

 

He now spends his days exercising,  writing, then meditating in the silence of the fort. His mind grows, he grows lonely.

[Dranday 28]

Dunii sits on the assassin's perch, alone, reading any book he can find just to try and pass the time. He is starting to understand basic concepts of magic... though this information is useless in a non magic-user. Regardless, he finds the topic interesting and has begun reading about spells and how they work.

[BlackAce 0]

Roq goes outside to pick the crops so he could prepare dinner. However, as he tries to pick them, he finds that a powerful ward stops him from doing so. He has noticed this before, trying to use the oven or store his items in a chest. Rather frustrated Roq goes up to Polgrath's office, and seeing he is not in, leaves a note asking Polgrath to dispell the ward for him.

[BlackAce 0]

Then on his way out he reads the notice board, and seeing they were moving, goes back and grabs the note. He then disposes of it and returns to his never ending fight of trying to get into uniform.

[Stag 3230]

((Anyone not yet accepted or wanting to apply need to go to the new thread. This one is outdated.

 

Futhermore I wish to have an FM lock and archive this thread))

[Raptorious 1899]

This current Guild has been deemed inactive and has hereby been moved.

If you wish to appeal this decision you must present evidence to myself proving the guild is still active.

[meg 1994]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.