AdventureMaan

[!] Throughout the land a poster is found within every tavern known to descendant kind. For a majority of the letter it is written in fairly neat handwriting until it comes to the signature which is fairly messy suggesting to a reader such as yourself that Bonk had someone scribe this for him, further evidenced by the writer adding some of their own commentary.

Bonk Needs Pigeons

Gather your feathery, bread eating friends for Bonk is in dire need of pigeons.

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Lord Bonk, the 2nd, known for his time as the Underking, the hero that defeated the dreaded Under tyrant by using his wits and mythical strength (pushed him down the stairs once), the goblin who made the ISA quake in their boots at the very sight of him (so the goblin claims), father of one, the famed writer of the Bonkliration, the Bonk priest, friend of poncho goblin, wielder of the one true Undercity crown and the singular person who can quell the rage of the widely feared Dave (formally Bob) destroyer of worlds (who is a frog) requests you and your family to kindly gather all pigeons within your vicinity and bring them to Bonk so he can construct the greatest army that anyone has ever seen, the Great Pigeon Army. Already Bonk has amassed a great legion of trained pigeons but he requires more so he can complete his plans, plans that he says will be revealed when he feels like telling people. If you believe that Bonk will misuse such pigeonly power, do not threat for he claims that he will totally not use it for nefarious purposes, a claim that is reinforced by his many heroic acts across the years. In addition to needing more pigeon power, he is in need of generals so if you feel like you could lead a regiment of pigeon knights then contact him as soon as possible.

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Signed,

His Majesty, B o n k, King of Underloc, UnderKing of all Undercities, Hero of DuLoc, Lord of something

As Alexandros the Swift read the missive within his new abode, he remembered the events of the battle that took place. He remembered standing high upon that volcanic mountain, looking down upon the mighty Minotaur and its hideous Goatmen guards. His spear streaking through the air, like a lighting bolt sent down from the heavens, plunging into the goliath sized shoulder of a Goatman. The razor-sharp point of his bronze gladius piercing the side of another Goatman, stopping the creature from seizing hold of one of his companions. "Much kleos was earned that day!" Alexandros muttered to himself, folding the missive and placing it in his satchel. Alexandros looked fondly upon these memories, as they would be the beginning of Alexandros the Swift's heroic tale.

[!] In every major city a poster would appear. There would be many spelling mistakes within the poster but the information you can gather from this confusing mess of words is that a goblin named Bonk is looking for a job.

Looking for Work

[!] Underneath the title, the goblin Bonk, would be pictured in a strange blocky art style

Deer Peepelz,

Mi am Bonk, an mi tink it times fer me looks fer work as mi neds muney. Mi am willings to do a lot of things excepts things that might end up wid the Bonk selling his precious, HOLY, soul to demons ans such. Lat moight beez wonderings why mi moight ned muney so here some reeesons:

• Mi like muney a lot

• To create a independent UndurRexdom ruled by mi, Bonk

• A hat

• A throne

Lat moight also be wonderings wat mi past work stuff was, ans below is all my past jobs:

• Priest

• Dancer

• UndurKing/UndurRex

• Politician

• Lawyur

• Goblin Mafia Boss

• Cleaner

• Assassin    

• Writer

• Dark Lord

• Stable hand

• Scholar

• Farmer

[!] it seems the words assassin and Dark Lord have been crossed out on all posters

So if lat es enterested in hiring mi then send mi a letter or blah wid mi en pursons.

Signed

Bonk

Congrats on 1 year

Epic person +1

Very epic person +1

RP Name: Peter Hope

MC Name AdventureMaan

Voted: Yes

[!] Many in Oren would receive a envelope to their homes that enclosed would have this letter ,that was written in extremely bad handwriting and grammar, which read:

Response To Silly 'Sewer Gobbo Mafia' accusations

Dear Reader,

A lot of you know mi as Bonk teh second but mi didn’t start out as Bonk. Once Mi names was Bok and Mi was the twin brodha of the original Bonk before he went missing. Mi took the name Bonk teh Second tu keep the original Bonks memory alive and to keep his cause alive which was to get wroitez fer all the Gobbos en the Oren. Recently, mi haz learnt dat the supposed MoJ haz believes dat mi am buss of some kind of ‘Gobbo Mafia’ en the Oren Sewers. Have any of you ever heard of such a silly thing to accuse someone of!? Mi hasn’t!

Dey took mi entoo there offices an questioned mi while I had a witness wid mi. During this questioning the main question man said he could arrest mi wid nooo reassson just becuz mi am a Gobbo and mi huz nooo wroitez.This is wrong. In additions even after all teh tingz mi zhowed an told dem, dey still somehow believez mi am leader ov sum koind ov ‘Gobbo Mafia’. Mi don’tz even knuw huw tu starts a Mafia zo huw am mi a leader ov wun?

Many ov lat knuw mi and knuw dat mi wud never bee such a thing and mi agrees that mi am gud Gobbo nub a bad Gobbo. Dis false accusation will nub stop mi fromz protesting for the Gobbo wroitez becuz every Gobbo deserves dem. Mi appreciates lat fer readinz dis letter.

Signed Bonk Da Zecond

Gobbo wroitez activist

Oren Gobbo Community leader

[!] You would hear a knock at your door. As you opened the door to see who it was, you saw before you an extremely small Goblin with two large golf ball eyes that stared up at you. At the side of his head are two floppy ears that strangely looked like wings. On the front of his face was a long pointy nose and below that was a smile.

As soon as you fully opened the door he shoved a piece of paper into your hands. “Pleaz lat zign da petition, et ez fer da Gobbo wroitez” the Goblin begged you “MI AM BONK!”

The Piece of paper would read:

My name and full title is Bonk the Second, leader of the Gobbo writes movement. I think its time that we finally get the writes. There are many reasons why we should have da writes but below es da biggest reasons:

1.  As we cannot be citizens and non people we can treated however people likes, we are people and we have had enough of bad treatment from over people who would be charged if they were human.

2. Some of us would like to have jobs in the Goverment and army because we are hard workers so just let us in the armies and such.

3. Some Gobbos have been attacked for no reason because we are Gobbos

4. There is no reasons we should not have writes

Please sign below if lat would like to support that Gobbo writes petition, this is the time to finally to make change:

 [!] Below would be a place for you to sign you name in support of the movement

Signed:....................................................

[!] You would find a leaflet in you letterbox that would be written in bad handwriting, which reads:

In Memory of Bonk

After long time of Bonk being missing, the Bonk family has come to the conclusion that our dear Bonk has died. Due to Bonks disappearance, the family of Bonk would like to have a protest for Gobbo rights, something that Bonk, the Gobbo right activist, would’ve wanted.

The Funerals

First we will begin at the Providence church where we will have funerals for Bonk. The Bonk family would like to let you all come to Bonks funeral because we knows that is what Bonk would’ve wanted.

The Bonk Protests

After Bonk funeral we will go to front of Providence where we will have protest for Gobbo rights. Bok, who is Bonks twin brudha, will makes a speech. After speech we will go to certain locations to spread the word of Gobbo rights. The Bonk family would like to states that this is supposed to be a peaceful protests so no violence. If there is violence then its not the Bonk families fault.

Bonk was a good Gobbo, he was one of the best, so we do this to celebrate Bonks life and we hopes he returns to us if he is still alives.

R.I.P BONK

Signed,

Bok

The Homeless Veteran [PK]

“Tonight is an especially cold one” Stervon Shadowsteel muttered to himself as he held his hands over the warm fire which gave him some protection against the cold biting wind. You see, life has never been the same since Stervon Shadowsteel, the once respected lieutenant of the third brigade, left the Imperial State Army. As soon as he left ,he felt the error in hardly ever accepting his pay which was once a noble action he took as he saw the knowledge that he has made the world a safer, better place, a more noble payment. But in the end he found his beliefs backfiring on himself and he quickly found himself on the streets of Providence as a homeless man, begging others for food so he may survive another day. All of his children had left Providence and many of his friends had passed away, he had no one. Until one day one of the passersby was his old friend Methas Shaw, who gave him a room in one of the houses that he owned. But that didn’t last long as the house was soon evicted.

Now he once again finds himself as a homeless man standing over a small fire at night trying to keep warm, condemned to a life of begging people for small amounts of money and scraps of food. He lifted a hand up to cover his mouth as he coughed. And at that moment he truly realized that he wasn’t the young optimistic, jolly man, he once was who wanted to save everyone from great evil beings. He was now an old man, all of his strength in his bones had now left him. But in the darkness that his life now was, he found hope in the form of old memories. The Cactus Café, when he first joined the ISA, his old comrades and his family.

As he went to move his hand above the fire to warm it after coughing, he felt a sudden jolt of pain in his chest. His breathing slowed and Stervon felt like he could hardly breath. He slowly sat down on the floor, hoping that would somehow change what was happening to him. “Please not now…” Stervon repeatedly murmured to himself as his eyes slowly began to close. And as they closed his whole life flashed before him. It was a cold night in Helena and before him was his father, Arthur Shadowsteel, with a knife in his back, lying in  a pool of red crimson. Next he saw a man all dressed in red and gold, standing upon a dais, the sun shining behind the man as he read the sacred words of the oath that Stervon would repeat that would make him a true member of the Imperial State Army. The next image was him looking up at a painting of the owners of ‘The Cactus Cafe’, Methas Shaw, Willem Galbraith and himself, those who he considered to be the brothers that he never had. The next image was Stervon helping his injured comrades into a cart  after an Inferi attack while he was injured himself but thankfully not too badly injured. One of the final images he saw was his final goodbye to his comrades as he left the ISA, the hardest decision he ever had to make.

“What a life I have had…” Stervon slowly murmured as his eyes finally closed, releasing one single tear which rolled down his old, withered face . Stervon Shadowsteel was dead. His life was now a story that would probably be passed down from generation to generation in his family.

In life he did what he could to protect people from the evil that lurks out there. He never received any medals or hardly any thanks for his service to the Holy Orenian Empire but Stervon did not care for such things, he saw the Knowledge that he made people safer a better reward than any medal. Even though there have been many dark times in Stervon’s life, the darkest was the end. He died alone in a cold alley, no one to comfort him in his final moments. He had hoped to die in some great battle where he would sacrifice his life in order to save his comrades. Sadly, most don’t get to choose where they end and in the end Stervon died as a Homeless Veteran.

[!] Many citizens in Providence would find a letter in there letterbox which would read

MISSING

I have not received any letters from my father in sometime which is not like him. I will be returning to Providence soon to begin my own search for him but I would please ask the citizens of Providence to please return the favor and search for him as he has saved many Orenian lives on many occasions as a Soldier of the Imperial State Army. We are a poor family so there won’t be a big reward for him being returned to us. Do not look for him for profit, no, look for him out of the kindness of your own heart and return this old, poor veteran to his family.

Name: Stervon Shadowsteel

 Age: 66

Description: Greyish hair, wears a green cloak.

Signed Arthur Shadowsteel

A painting of Stervon Shadowsteel

When he became a Lieutenant

To Colonel Peter D’Arkent,

I am sad to say but I am no longer fit to stay in the ISA. I am no longer the young man who joined the ISA back in Helena when I was 20 years of age, for now I am nearly in my sixties. I can barely lift my left arm due to the many beatings it has taken over the years. Due to the injuries taken to my left arm, I am finding it increasingly difficult to find an advantage in combat and I am no master tactician. This means that I can no longer be effective within the ISA. Lastly I am haunted by the things that I have seen during my time with the Imperial State Army. So I must make a difficult decision and end my 40 years of service to the Holy Orenian Empire. So I ask you, Colonel Peter D’Arkent, the one who oathed me to discharge me from the Imperial State Army.

My History within the ISA

I returned to Helena five years after I found my Father ,Arthur Shadowsteel, dead with a knife in his back. As soon as I reached Helena I went round asking if there was any work to be completed. Then I met Thomas Aquilla who was a Lieutenant at the time. He offered to make me a recruit and I quickly accepted the opportunity. After a short wait I was introduced to Peter D'Arkent who was the Captain of the Third Brigade at the time. I was then Oathed and officially became a Soldier of the Imperial State Army.

During my time as a Recruit I met Jason Woodward a Private at the time and Velhrun Darkwood who was also a Recruit. After a visit to the Third Brigades base I was given an opportunity of having special training from a man known as Aplex who was a Lieutenant. Due to having special training it meant that I got quickly promoted to a Private.

Not much happened during my time as a Private apart from me joining the Third Brigade , the cavalry unit of the ISA. When I became a Corporal, my time within the ISA improved. As a Corporal I had met two of my dearest friends, Methas Bennett later known as Methas Shaw and Willem Galbraith, who I consider to be the brother I never had. Together we defeated bandits and we opened the Cactus Cafe, where we sold food but with a cactus twist to them. Even though the legendary Cafe known as the Cactus Cafe didn’t last long it was a chapter in my life that I will never forget. Soon after Methas was forced to leave the ISA after pushing me into someone.

Now we reach the time of the war against Sutica. During the Sutican war I was promoted to Sergeant. At the start of the war a event took place which will be etched in my mind forever. I was in front of the Bastille and felt a sudden pain in my left shoulder that swept me off my feet. I turned to the source of the excruciating pain and saw a crossbow bolt  protruding from my left shoulder. A man quickly walked up to me and used a tool to knock me out.

Later when I woke up, the man who had knocked me out demanded to be paid for the materials he had used to heal me. I gave him the money, even though it wasn't very much. Later he returned the money that I paid him.

During the war against Sutica my dear friend, Methas had become a traitor. Every night I would return to my room within the barracks and I would have terrifying nightmares where I would kill my friend Methas. Those nightmares still haunt me to this day.

After the promotion of Velhrun Darkwood to Captain, I was promoted to Lieutenant and became the new master of the Vanguard. During an attack against the Imperial State Armies camp by the Inferi, I received another injury when one threw an axe at my left shoulder. During the attack I managed to get the other,  more seriously injured comrades and put them in a cart for transportation to Helena.

I was one of the first to command everyone to go to the Bastille so we could use the tunnels underneath to evacuate citizens to the Eye of Man when the first cracks appeared in the floor.

That is my history within the Imperial State Army. It has been an honour to serve among so many honorable and good comrades. This was a difficult decision to make but I don’t think that I am able to serve within the ISA anymore. If Colonel Peter D’Arkent decides to accept to discharge me, I would like to be formally discharged in 21 saints days so I may choose who will be the next Master of the Vanguard.

“I have lost many friends during my time within the Imperial State Army, like Jason Woodward, but I have made more friends than I have lost, like Willem Galbraith, Jack Cenobia, Matthias Stafford and Peter D’Arkent, friends that I will never forget.”

Signed Lieutenant Stervon Shadowsteel

Master of the Vanguard

Soldier of the Imperial State Army

What dog am I?

MC Name:

         AdventureMaan

Character's Name:

         Claudius Reine

Character's Age:

         37

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

         Human

Transformed form:

         Phantom

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Phantom’s are dead souls returning to the mortal realm from the Elysian Wastes. The Elysian Wastes is the first place a soul goes after death. It is a bridge between the mortal realm and the soul stream, where the dead souls watch the mortal realm without physically reacting with it. In the Elysian Wastes lingers the Stagnant spirits who are too stubborn or attached to the mortal realm to pass on. Once they release their attachments with the mortal realm they are able to enter the soul stream where they will be sent to their religions heaven like the seven skies. Sadly some souls may not be allowed to pass through the gates of God, and will fall to hell where they will experience never-ending pain and suffering for all eternity.

Some souls reject going into the soul stream and may seek to venture back into the mortal realm. This may be through sheer willpower, trauma or an unfinished deed. When the dead soul returns to the mortal realm it takes on the host of ectoplasm. Also when the dead soul returns it becomes a Revenant. An entity who does not know how they died or who may not understand that they have died. Some Revenants  may go about their daily routines that they did in life.

Some dead souls may realize that they have died and become either a white or black ghost, depending on if they have accepted their fate. Or they can become a Graven.

Ectoplasm is influenced by the soul that controls it, which means it can have many manifestations. This means it could look like goo, gas or fire. Ectoplasm does not react with the mortal plane which means it may take a lot of effort for a phantom to do simple tasks like pick something up that a mortal may do without a thought. This also means that normal weapons will pass through ectoplasm and sometimes it may not be even visible.

As a phantom lacks a mortal body, it does not need to eat, sleep or exercise. This also means it does not bleed and most non-fatal injuries will have very little effect on the phantom. An example of this is that being stabbed feels like a paper cut to a phantom. But some voidal magic or Aurum can be used to harm phantoms more effectively.

Most Phantoms suffer from mental disorders like PTSD, psychopathy or depression. Phantoms may have more than one mental disorder, but having more mental disorders means it is more likely that the Phantom will become a poltergeist. It is more likely to become a Specter if it has only one mental disorder.

Specters - These are souls that have accepted their fate positively. These Phantoms are more likely to have less emotional baggage.

Graven- These are Phantoms who have chosen to remain for a singular goal, task or passion.

Poltergeists- These are Phantoms who have either not accepted their fate or are enraged by the fact they are dead. These Phantoms are more likely to have the most emotional baggage.

Some phantoms may be able to change their polarity. This means they can change from being a Specter to a Poltergeist. This may be because of a change of heart or they have accepted their death. However, it is more difficult for a Poltergeist to change its Polarity.

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

Claudius would look and wear similar clothes that he wore in life but with a few differences. His hair would be messy and wet and his boots would be caked in wet sand. He would be bloated (due to him drowning) and he would have a crooked nose (due to his nose being broken before his death).

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

         N/A

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

         N/A

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)?:

         I understand

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:

         Nope this is my first time

What Pokémon am I?

My Maan Skins

If your friend ever needs a new skin, say:

“My Maan Skins”

So yeah I do skins now, but guess what! They are completely free, I’m still kinda new to skinning so I’m going to use free commissions to try and level up my skinning skill.

Even though I’m using this to get better at skinning, my skins aren’t completely trash and I will try my absolute best to make them the best they can be.

Some Info:

Just to let you guys know that I’m not Danish (because Maan means moon in Danish I think) it's just that AdventureMan was taken when I made my Minecraft account.

I only do male skins sadly at the minute. I mostly do human skins at the minute but I’m willing to do Orc, Dwarves, Elf and Halflng skins.

All skins provided by me are made by me.

Contact me at:

Discord: AdventureMaan#2645

Ign: AdventureMaan

I post most of my skins on Planet minecraft:

Planet Minecraft AdventureMaan

    ^^^ My most popular skin on Planet Minecraft with 106 views so far

Lieutenant Stervon Shadowsteel, who has served in the ISA for 32 years, salutes the Lieutenant Colonel, the man who had oathed him into the ISA

“You were a fine Captain, but you’re an even finer Comrade”

As Sergeant Stervon Shadowsteel rode on his 3rd brigade steed he would touch his right shoulder, he found that even after all these years it was still sore to touch. He would then turn to his comrade Sergeant Galbraith and begins " My shoulder is stiff and I'm beginning to feel the curse of age but I pledge to not lay down my sword until we defeat the dreaded inferi or until my death. But if I do die I will die protecting the good people of the Empire!"

Stervon was excited to go to war and to finally get justice but there was one bad thought buzzing round his head "What about our friend, Methas?" He says turning to Willem Galbraith "they may force him to join the Sutican army" But those thoughts were quickly forgotten as they were drowned out by drink as Matthias, Willem and Stervon joked and talked about the war to come 

Lifted his head up from his notebook which contained the foundations for his first book the Adventures of Stervon Shadowsteel as his friend told him of the news. After he went to his room in the Bastilles barracks and started sharping his sword "Finally I night be able to use this against real warriors not pesky bandits"

Name: Stervon Shadowsteel

Business: n/a

Helena: Y

Apprenticeship:Y

What is the Cactus Cafe?

The Cactus Cafe is a wonderful new place to eat in Helena where we sell Cactus related food items. The cafe overlooks the river which makes it a great place to eat at. If you want to a reservation at this breathtaking Cafe please contact either Stervon Shadowsteel (AdventureMaan#2645) or Methas Bennett (Methas#5612). At the Cactus Cafe we strive to only serve the best cacti and if you think were are not achieving that goal then please contact us. Most of our profits made from the Cafe will be donated to ISA. 

Location

Its is Located by the gate, there will be signs showing you where to go.

VIP lounge

Only the ISA, trusted friends and family may be allowed in the VIP lounge. If we find you in the VIP lounge without permission from the owners we will press charges.

Menu

Cactus soup – 10 minas

Bottomless wine – 100 minas

Whiskey – 10 minas

Vodka – 10 minas

Water – 5 minas

Honey – 15 minas 

Mashed Cactus and sausages – 10 minas

Cactus and Crackers – 7 minas

The prickly sandwich – 10 minas 

Owners

The Cactus Cafe is owned by Stervon Shadowsteel and Methas Bennett, it is also managed by Willem Galbraith