The Arcane Delvers

[Stiria21 - 96]

Given name(RP name): Namera Vithsil

 

(Skype name if you have one): Vice774

 

True name(MC name): vice7

 

Race: Dark elf

 

Are you applying as a ranger or an ACCEPTED mage ((As in you have a MA)): Ranger

 

If ACCEPTED mage what form of magic ye use?: N/A

 

(Any Ban/Strike reports?): I think everyone who knows me, knows the answer to this.

 

Short Answers for all Applicants;

 

Why do you wish to join the Delvers? To gain knowledge both on what the delvers have already accumulated and to assist them in the procurement of further sources of knowledge.

 

Have you belonged to any faction or guild before? No

 

List three words that a guild needs to function and survive. Unity, loyalty, and understanding.

 

In your own words describe what you think a delve is: A quest for a source of knowledge, an artifact, or something unexplained that needs to be explained.

 

If you found an artifact and that artifact could do anything. What would it do?  Allow people to see others as they are, not what the person in question has been taught to see them as.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((Second APP, sorry it was like 3AM when i posted my APP, my brain was way fried.))

 

Given name(RP name):Celairil Alfakyn

 

(Skype name if you have one): Flibwardo

 

True name(MC name): Fuzumz

 

Race: High Elf

 

Are you applying as a ranger or an ACCEPTED mage ((As in you have a MA)): Ranger

 

If ACCEPTED mage what form of magic ye use?: N/A

 

This application is processed, report to Ac'talarah for you initiation task.

[Sentlit 108]

Given name(RP name): Namera Vithsil

 

(Skype name if you have one): Vice774

 

True name(MC name): vice7

 

Race: Dark elf

 

Are you applying as a ranger or an ACCEPTED mage ((As in you have a MA)): Ranger

 

If ACCEPTED mage what form of magic ye use?: N/A

 

Cyrus arrives at his desk to find a foreign piece of paper there. Upon closer inspection, it would appear to be an application written by a prospective member of the Delvers. He mumbles to himself "Interesting- I don't remember these being  sent to my desk..."

 

And letters a response.

 

'Dear Mr or Ms Vithsil,

 

It is a curiosity that one by the same last name once was or is a member of this guild. All coincidence aside, this response is penned to notify you that your application has been reviewed and found capable of being accepted. Your task now is to find the ruins of Ac'talareh and ask to find someone with the title 'Regent' and talk to them about an additional task as to solidify your membership. Thank you for your consideration,

 

~Cyrus- Regent of the Arcane Delvers'

 

The letter is then sent by bird to somehow find its way to one Mali'ker, namely Namera Vithsil, who likely is waiting upon the response.

[DerpingCreeper 0]

Where would I find Ac'talarah?

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Where would I find Ac'talarah?

((This is where I would tell you to find out RPly. Ask someone in game for directions, or send us a bird.))

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus runs a hand through his hair, a recent project troubling his mind. Though he hates to do it, he defiles a grave by opening it. He checks nervously left and right to see if anyone is in the Delver crypt before he continues.

 

'I only need to study it... just a little bit...' he reassures himself before pulling a coffin off of the wall. In the dimly-lit hallway, a crash is heard as the rotten wood of the coffin breaks upon hitting the floor. Cyrus cringes and looks around again, hoping that nobody was nearby to hear that.

 

He lifts the broken frame of the coffin from the corpse and tosses it to the side, then begins to inspect the rotting flesh of a Delver that had passed long ago. Lifting an arm with two fingers, Cyrus inspects the decaying skin, writing notes upon some scratch pieces of paper. His heart stops, hearing footsteps coming down the hall. Slowly he turns his head to see the silhouette of someone walking toward him. Someone had heard the crash.
 

((Who heard the crash and how will they react? FRP it out!))

[Pinsir99 526]

The sillouete of a hooded dwarf appears, Dark staff outstretched as if ready to shoot something from it. "Who is in 'dere?" His eyes narrow, knowing that if something that can actually harm is in there, he stands no chance.

[iseemoosego 97]

Eventa Sintel walks outside sitting near the river while reading a book. She watches Cyrus go by nodding "I will learn patience soon! I just need more time with Meta!" Cyrus nods saying "Take your time Ms. Calm." Eventa watches him go thinking he is taking a trip to Malinor as she continues to read about the Great War. She hears a crash as she grabs some sand. She walks slowly into the Crypt where she heard the crash. She sneaks in sand in hand as the robbers seems to be looting the body. She yells "ROBBERS IN THE CRYPT!" She throws the sand hoping to get in his eyes as she runs at him eyes closed trying to punch him.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus remains perfectly silent, his hands trembling in the dark at the words of the silhouette. His thoughts race at incredible speeds: 

 

'What do I do? I cannot let people assume the wrong thing... but I was being almost treacherous about it.' and other similar thoughts. Cyrus only manages to drop the arm that he was lifting in the air and stare at the short figure before him. A sudden sharp noise fills the air, the screaming of a young Mali saying "ROBBERS IN THE CRYPT!!!"

 

Cyrus' heart skips a beat at this sudden noise, but not before a cloud of sand hits his face and chest. Miraculously it hit all but his eyes, yet it still did not do him good. He did not see the small fist hurdling toward his face then smashing into his nose.

 

Cyrus falls backwards from his sitting position and hits the ground rather dazed. A warm, sticky substance runs from his nose. He tries to wipe it, but it only spreads further over his face and his hand. Cyrus stares up from the ground, perhaps to see what hit him.

[Pinsir99 526]

Aerius blinks, watching the events unfold. He moves over to an unlit torch, his breathing increases for a moment, sweat forming on his brow before a tiny fire pops in, lighting the torch before dissapearing as quickly as it came. He leans on his staff, looking back to the now-lit room. "Wot is goin' on 'ere?!"

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus, still dazed, lies on the ground. The new light reveals Cyrus' identity and a quite bloody nose. Next to him lies the broken frame of a coffin, a rotting corpse, and some scraps of paper with writing upon them. It would appear that some of the papers even have some smudges of blood upon them as Cyrus would grasp them.

 

Again, he lies silently but this time closes his eyes, awaiting Eventa's next action and the dwarf's reaction.

[iseemoosego 97]

Eventa stands there a bit impressed of herself as she looks over to the Hooded Dwarf starting to move to him. He lights the torch light spreading the room as she looks around. She stays there looking at Cyrus with his bloody nose. She moves down to help him looking over to the papers "First off. You are not a robber and sorry about the nose.. Second! Why are you being so suspicious?" Eventa begins to move toward the papers her covered "Let me take a look Please!" She says this her eyes shining off the torch.

[Pinsir99 526]

Aerius grumbles lightly "If yer going to do reasearch, just tell meh. No need to be secrative..." He rolls his eyes, moving to help the Mali up

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus sits up by himself, covering his bloody nose with one hand, mumbling "Who was being secretive..?" He does not show any effort in stopping Eventa from reading the papers. Cyrus continues "There is nothing very secretive about opening a coffin and-" he cuts himself off, not really making himself seem less suspicious.

 

The papers would begin to detail the corpse, even showing a basic sketch of it, noting something like:

 

'Wrinkled, brownish skin. Wrinkles create almost basins with round high points and oblong shaped low points. Small spots of darker pigments along skin. Thin frame, hugging to a bony shape. Sunken cheeks, and no eyes. Hair thin and tangled, lips curled and peeling...' It would continue with detailed descriptions of the corpse.

[Pinsir99 526]

"Yeh seemed pretty surprised when I found yeh!" He chuckles "Just beh glad I didn't scortch ye right where ye stood!"