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Kerzenwick Calls

An Announcement from the Black Gate 

The Shepherd Knight, sat upon a throne, one of rot and deceit.

And so, the bells toll. 

From his grave would rattle once more such a knight of unrest, the shards of ivory bone that once defined him dried and brittle, stained of filth and age- they await the saturation and satisfaction of battle, what they were once designed for. As the ichor painted soil about his such shallow grave be disturbed, the Shepherd comes to consciousness in his current state; “It is time.” he would hum with a broken tone, yearning for something of a physical and almost mortal image of him to come, “They have come. Kerzenwick calls me.” The voice without body would echo, the grounds of all Wickwald shifting as their true ruler be reminded of his purpose.

And so, comes another toll of the bells. Siegmund will walk again.

The path of the Wick, one clear to the Shepherd from such a young age, has always been a weary one to grasp. In his time he had done all he could to change such- but alas, to no avail, the cycle will continue. Despite his countless efforts and restless years, what does he have to show for such?

And so, yet again, the bells will toll. Siegmund will see again.

A lost Baron he was, as he had given his life for the Kingdom wrought in Black and Gold, such colors he lay cloaked in; even in such a state of disgusting and pitiful despair. The Baron of Kerzenwick, the Shepherd knight of the order of the Golden Hussar, his name not once celebrated, nor remembered with a smile. One might think such a betrayal, yet he will carry these colors with pride until the end of all comes.

And so, the bells toll, a final whining and echoing toll. Siegmund will fight again.

For one thing will always remain, even in the ignorance of greedy and lustful mortals, dancing with gold and pride- a Wick will remain a Wick. Such the Shepherd realizes, through his visor, the cycle has repeated. A Wick will face a Wick, in life and death. Ser Siegmund “the Shepherd” Wick, now roams again, upon his shoulder flows the colors of his former quest, yet a new mutter of loyalty is fresh upon his tongue. He sets upon a new dawn, Kerzenwick calls him, this being his only purpose as he finds himself greeting the sensation he remained oh so vigilant for in his supposed time of rest. The Baron of Kerzenwick has yet to rest, and rest will never be a thing in his horizon. The call of Kerzenwick rings in his head, his head will not fall until such is answered.

And so, silence, the bells fall silent at this moment. Siegmund has accepted his fate.

 

MC Name:

         reallyGavyn

Character's Name:

         Siegmund Wick

Character's Age:

         Unknown

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         Human

Transformed form:

         Darkstalker

Creator's MC Name:

         _Security, Lockages, boughtabride, bindletonlegacy

Creator's RP Name:

         Ludwig, Ruben, Avram, Vivec

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

A darkstalker is an undead knight, created through ceremony by 4 necromancers. It appears as a undead skeletal construct, usually boasting a heavy suit of armor, with an ominous aura about them. A darkstalker progresses through three tiers in its lifetime, and has some sort of ceremony/ritual to go onto the next. They possess peak strength of whatever race they were in mortality, yet they are more resilient to cuts and slashes. A darkstalker has many weaknesses, including gold, blunt object attacks, daylight, holy magics, and fire. They have access to an arsenal of spells and abilities personal to the CA, gaining access to more as you progress through the tiers.
Darkstalkers do not require things that any mortal would, sleeping eating and breathing are things not to concern them as they live in a state of immortality with limitless endurance and stamina. If damaged in battle, a necromancer just use fleshsmithing to repair them; that being if a limb or appendage be removed. Numb to human emotion, they can not experience things such as love, compassion, or sympathy. They are cold beings in nature, made to serve one purpose and that is to act upon the orders of any one lich or necromancer that hold their momento mori. Every Darkstalker requires a moment mori, this being an object used to remind them of their life prior. When shown such they will be broken down into a state of manic, almost forcing them to comply with any order given. A spell in the second tier is called Flesh Facade, meaning a necromancer can disguise the Darkstalker with flesh. A spell in the second tier, is the use of Abyss fire; this can be used in many forms. Abyss fire can be lit upon a flame to be used in armed combat, or can be summoned into a ball of sorts acting as a concussive force in direct attack. 

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Siegmund bears dark armors, forged from his life past. Over his shoulder he hangs a cloak of yellow and black, he stands at peak human height, with peak human strength.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         No

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

mediocre jojo?

12 minutes ago, VoidandNull said:

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Nice dead body, mind if I grab it?

Could you, you know, atleast take me to dinner first?

THE RESTLESS HUSSAR

A Story from the Grave & Beyond

The Shepherd Knight, rotten and forgotten, never forsaken.

From such a shallow and forgotten grave would rattle the bones of a long forgotten soldier. The rattle heard far beyond into the fields decrepit, void of life - ruin of past nations left to the memories and battles of yore. 

Shrouding such disturbed and upset bones would be a cloak, a cloak of tired and aged colors ready to retire; a cloak of black and yellow, a cloak of a Haeseni warrior. Ravaged metals and plate scattered over the aged and frangible ichor splinters of what was once a man of faculty and vigor, a man wrought of gold and piety - a man known as the Shepherd.

So now where he rests, in pitiful unrest, is no longer suitable for him. He yearns for more, for a second chance; as the spirit of the last Golden Hussar is one of fire, of passion- he could never rest for too long. His spirit, it roams, in agony and suffering, begging for nothing more than sinew and gore, something more to him than what filth he resides lord of in his state. The bones will rattle on, and the Shepherd will remain troubled, awaiting his deliverance to the mortal plane once more. What was a man of Wick ilk, waiting to be brought a chance anew, for he was a creature molded for success and order- such is what he will bring.

But for now the restless Hussar must rest, for his patience will bring him the most righteous of bounties beyond life and death. He knows he was not left behind, so rest is what he will do until the bell tolls, and he is called upon once more.

 

7 hours ago, MeteorDragon said:

Please hide this once accepted.

ive already seen it

its over.

Id say im pretty tough

I've been standing here waiting in the rain, waiting for you to notice me.

But to no avail..... my heart aches

hookah

ok

Corbin Wick, Viscount of Reau Pond, wonders where his vassalized water feature of Dobrov will rest next...

Franz Branimar smiles as he puts his pen down for a moment, taking a moment to reflect on the recent happenings within Oren. The Vladov seeming content with the men his hand writes for.

Franz Branimar smiles the Sun's Smile as he finishes sealing the last few copies of the letter, preparing himself to continue slaving away at his office job.

_________________________________________

RECLAMATION of ALL THINGS WICK

____________________________________________________________________________

[!] The missive would be sent en masse, carried by caravans of the notorious and afamed 

Wick Courier Rats™. Many of such letters would be received by the seeked hands, but the rest lay in gutters and common walkways - the pages staining in grime and filth. Ink splotches would be present, indicating mishaps during writing - the text, rough and shaky, as though written by somebody who had not, in a great while.

___________________________________________________

The dawn of a new age is upon us. For Wickdom calls ME. I have slumbered far too long, so now I awake - and I awake far more hungry than ever. I write this in swift action to call upon two things;

FIRSTLY,  

The Reclamation of Property

                a. All things Wick, must be recognized as a right and deed of, His Excellency, Corbin Wick.

                b. Any title, landhold, organization, business, company, etcetera.. Must be withheld and all operations of such claim must be halted. The current claimant will bring all ledgers or documents of claim forth and await approval from, His Excellency, Corbin Wick.

                c. The title of, Grand Wick, or any overbearing title, will be given to, His Excellency, Corbin Wick. Such shall be done without issue or query.

SECONDLY,

The Denouncement of Posers

                a. All descendants of the line, Dominyk Wick, must be recognized as right bastards, parasites to the name and uphold of Wick. 

                b. All descendants of the line, Dominyk Wick, must here forth carry the name of Bole. The historical bastard title of Wick.

                c. Dominyk Wick must carry the name of Bole, along with his flocks of bastards. If he fails to do such he is to pay a tribute for each child, each year, until death. Such tribute will be offered and given as gift to, His Excellency, Corbin Wick.

LASTLY,

                All orders listed above must be completed in all respects due to, His Excellency Corbin Wick. If it is found that a Wick, or bastard of Wick, does not comply with such orders there will be consequence to pay. If any questions or concerns are about one's mind, send such to the office of, His Excellency, Corbin Wick.

________________________________________

________________________________________

AND SO IT BE,

/s/ His Excellency, Archmagus Corbin Wick,

Host of All Wickdom, Grand Wick, Elector Wick, Aegis of Knowledge, Grand Curator of the Hexenbridge Archives, the Spirit of Hexicanum, Founder of the Table, Harbinger of the South, Augur of Blackwald, Earthen Might of Southbridge, Viscount of Reau Pond, Baron of Kerzenwick, First Keeper of Dobrov, True Heir to the Wickwald, etcetera etcetera...

MC Name:

         __Gavyn

Character's Name:

         Corbin

Character's Age:

         Unknown

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         Human

Transformed form:

         Draugar

Creator's MC Name:

         Hephaestvs, Lhindir_, _Security, Elflocks

Creator's RP Name:

         Ruben Thelin, Ludwig, The Prophet in Red, Muhammad Gustave

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

A draugar is a creature of necromancy, being raised to serve the coven as either a servant or mage. They are no stronger than a voidal mage when practicing any magic, yet when practicing voidal magics exhaustion does not affect them. Draugar's require flesh and muscle to move, much like a human. Their weakness being those of a voidal mage, but also including sunlight, mundane fire, and holy magics. A draugar is deterred by aurum as well, causing them searing pain when on skin, and large amounts of aurum causing the draugar anxiety. If the draugar overcasts it will begin to eat away at their flesh, as mana is stripped of their body. A draugar has limitless endurance and stamina, making the idea of sleep and eating irrelevant. A draugar has a phylactery, if it were to be destroyed, the draugar would be forced to PK.

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

It is very similar in appearance to Corbin when he was alive, but his skin is falling off, and he seems to be a husk of his mortal self. He is covered in bandages, holding his muscle and flesh together - the scent surrounding him unbearable, quite literally that of rotting flesh.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/205887-phantom-ca-__gavyn/

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         N/A

i hate community team (amazing choice of narrator though!)

I like this very much! Thank you, Sir Frilliam

Mikhail signs the Lorraine to that!

Mikhail signs the Lorraine to that!

4 minutes ago, latte said:

 

While I admit I think romance rp is cringey, I do think it matters more on who you're doing it with. If you're 25 and doing it with like a 20 year old, eh, okay, whatever. But If you're 25 and you're doing it with a 16 yr old, that's ******* weird and needs to be addressed. 

true

7 minutes ago, latte said:

It is incredibly important to start this conversation. We need to understand the faults of our follow and how to properly correct it.

 

What we need to do, in my opinion is how cases like these are taken care of. He was a pedophile, everyone actively knew he was a pedophile, there was evidence of such, and yet it was not enough. It was not enough because of arbitrary rules that actively go against our community and standard morals .

 

It's like letting someone assault you until your cold dead body is proof. This needs to change, and it needs to happen now, or some poor 14 year old is going to get groomed again, cry out for help, and nothing is going to be done. 

 

Oftentimes, children and younger teens don't understand that they are being groomed. Why, as staff members and as a community, are we not advocating for them? for ourselves? God help us.

What my friend said

thanks for finally finishing my lore

3 minutes ago, Pyrexie said:

Pavel nods his head silently at this invitation, seeming to approve this marriage.

Mikhail doesn't require the approval of his levyman.

UNION OF

MALINOV AND JAZLOVIECKI

49 SA.

- = -

[!] Across the lands of  Savoy, there would be announcements posted and delivered - announcing the marriage of Mikhail Malinov and Zofia Jazloviecki. A young Cossack boy handing out flyers. “A wedding! - Save the date!” he’d cheer, jovially, handing everyone that set foot around him the parchment.

The union shall be held at The Church of Blessed Nicholas. Those who bear gifts for the newlyweds may do so at the reception, held at The Erwinsburg Tavern.

[!] A depiction of the children of GOD, arriving at the church on the day of Matrimony

- = -

Special Invitations would be sent out to the following, although all are welcome to attend:

His Serene Highness, Olivier Renault Ashford de Savoie, Prince of Savoy and his noble pedigree

The Right Honourable, Ernst Barclay, Count of Freimark and his noble pedigree

The Right Honourable, Borys Jazloviecki, Baron of Lvinsk and his noble pedigree

Citizens of the Principality of Savoy

Citizens of the County Freimark

All ilk of Malinov and spawn of Malinov blood

All ilk of the House, Bunce

Signed, 

Grand Hetman of Free Cossacks, Baron of Tver

Mikhail Malinov

Signed,

Zofia Jazloviecki

 Ooc Information:

When: Saturday the 13th, 4pm EST.

Where: Freimark, Church of the Blessed Nicholas.

My brain is melting why is the bot applying