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Aegis material accepted?
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The Return.. how fitting.
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*Sheds a single tear
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I just dont think you understand how pleased I get when I log in and see new threads with my sexy self being talked about. it just really jimbles my jamboozles.
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Pugsying? I prefer 'the MasterFawkes' method.
Dalek you and I both know we're practically the only ones who remember that.
I <3 you guys!
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Everything seems about right, although most things Flefal is being credited for were part of the grand plan Native, The princely council, and I had for the evolutions Laurelin would undergo. The marketplace, the original Arena, laurelin west, south, railway, ravenhold, as well as many of the later buildings and houses that we filled in around the Gauntlet were all apart of the projects we planned and set into motion via council meetings (skype). Meetings consisted of Native, Talion, Toren, Flefal, Ariana, and myself. Many of the enhancements and projects were built by the same team. I was never given a princely title as I was the military leader.
I was never given a princely title as I was the military leader. Many of The Wardens were originally Sentinals which I had led as High Guardian before I had become The Traitor, and began on my fall to the undead. At which point the sentinals were absolved and hesitently combined with The Wardens, as no one in the princehood knew how deep my corruption had led, and many thought that my soldiers would follow me in my path of Darkness.
At which point my BIO has the details of my banishment and the battle that ensued between Prince Native, The remaining sentinels, and Myself which all takes place at the end of chapter two and set in motion the decline of Laurelin, as well as the Council begining to crumble. (Since the skype meetings ceased as I was now part of the undead and had to develop rp and lore for them, some network issues with a couple princes, and Flefal joined Alras)
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Asulon. He started the no-RP killing spree in Alras.
To be accurate, masterfawkes was actually the first pugsier.
Giving credit where it is due. Very few people remember the golden age of LOTC, much less who I was and the things I did.
Never the less here is the VIDEO of the first "Pugsy" incident.
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Oh Tolkien I cannot even escape you in minecraft.
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Mayctor
Nicknames: High Guardian, Prince, Dark lord, The Traitor, Dreadlord, The Voice
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Status: Living
Description
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 114LBS
Body Type: Frail and weak
Eyes: Orangish brown
Hair: none
Skin: Pale/ anemic
Markings/Tattoos: Facial scars
Health: Sickly
Personality: Very secretive, spends a lot of time rambling.
Inventory: Last remaining Arcane gold stave, a pouch with dried fish, and some stale bread.
Life Style
Alignment*: Neutral Evil
Deity*: Mayctor sees himself as his own.
Religion: None
Alliance/Nation/Home: None Mayctor was thrown out of Malinor for his beleifs.
Job/Class: Deception
Title(s): The Voice
Profession(s): None
Special Skill(s): Speechcraft, power of suggestion
Flaw(s): Holds a grudge like no other, will stop at nothing to have revenge.
Weaponry
Fighting Style: Mayctor no longer fights his own battles, he has others do it for him.
Trained Weapon: Axe, Longbow, Stave
Favored Weapon: Stave
Biography
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: None that are known
Children: There is a possibility of a couple but Mayctor is unaware of them.
Extended Family: None living
Pet(s): None
History
THE RISE AND FALL OF THE DREADLORD(Biography and lead up Lore)
Chapter 1
A Traitor, or betrayed?
Our story begins at a turning point in Mayctor’s long life. Up until this point he was a simple Soldier tasked with the training of the Councils guardians the Sentinels. In spare time he had constructed much of the newer parts of Laurelin. East, West, and South Laurelin all had felt the impact of Mayctor’s craft. Even the construction of the elven railway was paid for out of his pocket. He only sought to improve the forest for the better.
But alas, the undead scourge approached and darkness swept over the land. Reports of attacks on the northern most Human settlements made their way to the forest. Mayctor, untrusting of the humes came to the conclusion that the mortal races when faced with doom would surely seek refuge to the south in the forest delaying their inevitable demise and in their greed destroy it's innocence and natural beauty. Mayctor brought this up to the council and they as always remained neutral. They would not refuse them should they seek refuge. Unsatisfied by the response of the other council members he began to research, in private a way to send the devils back from whence they came.
Mayctor’s research quickly lead him to a very dusty part of the royal library, tomes with tattered pages, written in mysterious tongues. He slowly unraveled the mysteries of the books and began to realize the true power he could have. Not only could he stop the undead, he could cleanse the world of all mortal races. He spent months reading, in complete solace left with only his thoughts. It became obsessive, compulsive almost. He had to know all there was to know. Mayctor, and Mayctor alone would save this world from corruption. He relished in his new found abilities.Before his research could be completed the she-devil Bell outed Mayctor's intentions to the elven princes, and was cast out from the forest.
A great battle ensued at the freshly erected gate to the forest, between the High Prince Native, and the now so called traitor. Harnessing what little magic he picked up from his readings, he thrust Native aside tossing him into the nearby river giving him enough time to start his escape.
Closely followed by the troops he once commanded Mayctor found a new vigor he felt unstoppable fueled only by rage. He stopped in his tracks turned and faced his ex-subordinates, one by one they were slain. Mayctor now covered in gore, and out of breath stared into the sky for miles the audible scream that bellowed from his mouth could be heard. "BELL!" Thunder clapped as the skies quickly darkened and a storm front rolled in. Lightning stuck the ground around him, singeing surrounding foliage.
Mayctor felt both completely vulnerable, and entirely shattered. Even in his most powerful moment, he was a broken elf... Kneeling on the ground, and sobbing, clothing tattered and torn he could hear the faintest chuckle coming from the treetops. A robed being decended from his perch and whispered in his ear. "Kill the one who slayed your life, and we will spare your forest." As quickly as he appeared, he vanished leaving behind only the most foul odor you have ever smelled. The lush grasses around Mayctor withered, all manner of bugs, and creepy crawlies burst their way out of the ground.
Mayctor got up and made for the open wilderness to ponder his newly received opportunity. Taking shelter from the storm under the canopy of a willow tree; he rested. Unknowingly he dozed off and his dreams were of only destruction and blood. Awakening in sweat he agreed the only way to save what he held most dear, was to kill the one named Bell...
After many attempts to catch her alone, he finally called her out to King's Road, tempting her with juicy information regarding the kidnapping of the Queen. She showed! "The fool." Mayctor thought to himself. He revealed his elaborate ruse, and she reveled at the opportunity to end Mayctor and his new found purpose once and for all.
Swords clashed, sparks flew, thunder claps could be heard again in the distance rapidly closing in on their personal battleground. Winds blew with hurricane forces and the nearby treetops were peppered with glowing eyes. The foul smell once again returned, corrupting the very soil beneath their feet.
Mayctor lunged at Bell, slicing the back of her off-hand. "This is what they want to see." He thought. Bell parried Mayctor's next 3 attacks, and now had several gashes in his torso. Bells blade now lodged in Mayctor's shoulder became red hot in Bells hand burning her, the robed onlookers were interfering. She quickly pulled away, and Mayctor struck the final blow shearing the whores head clean off.
Mayctor himself quite injured began to feel dizzy, and weak. He watched as bells head tumbled in the air as it fell to the ground. His eyes grow heavy as he falls forward, landing on his face. Bell's head thumped as it hit the ground. With his last seconds of consciousness he saw the eyes and mangled grins quickly encroaching on him from the nearby shrubbery. He embraced his death and then there was silence....
Chapter 2 and 3 being rewritten. WIll update when finished*Note it's been brought to my attention I forgot some pretty big events, and I also need to expand on the rivalry with Bell quite a bit more.
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I also remember this particular incident. Can you please appeal and come back?
I'm not banned anymore it got resolved. I was never added to the 2.5 or 3.0 white-list though so I'm working on getting that taken care of.
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agreed, that and his 2nd ban where he asked someone to play with his manhood lol
Correction I was imprisoned for exploring a secret redstone circuit in some jail, and he came back after like 45 mins and asked if I needed anything. I asked him to rape me through the bars.
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Ill always remember lol
Nevar Forget, also to be fair I didn't actually kill anyone here nor did I attack any people. I was just using dawn bakery as a symbol.
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Its actually called a masterfawkes
Looks like I've fell into obscurity Hiebe.
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Been around since day one, after 2.0 most recently went down (few months back) I noticed I am no longer whitelisted. If need be I can reapply. MC name is Masterfawkes.
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"As the air chills a familiar feeling of discomfort returns. The forests will surely darken in the coming months. Humble people will live in fear. Those with power will abuse it, taking away freedoms, increase of taxes, scandals galore. Wars, Riots, and fighting amongst siblings are all a nudge away. Chaos is much closer than any of these sheep realize. When they are at their weakest and they look to the sky and ask why it has all fallen apart, why have we been forsaken." I will simply respond from the shadows "Do not blame divinity nor birthright, blame only yourselves and your own ill will. You may have banished the others and myself but you did not banish your own darkness."
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...your science is very flawed sir. You will die like the rest.
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What made you assume our magic does not work inside. I can cast my magic where ever I wish the lightning comes from my staff not the sky you ignorant fool. I spit on you and your plans against us. Go ahead make your walls as thick as you wish, sound proof your grave. so the outsiders cannot hear your screams.
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Mylimo7 Is an enemy of the undead, Whatever dealings you had with him were completely unrelated.
I showed up with my men to destroy your Ugly block of sandstone. It was truly an eyesore.
If you build elsewhere we will find you, there is no place to hide. We are all knowing, you will fall.
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Millitary Always has more power than the Politicians. The Overlord told me this yesterday.
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((Congrats Fawkes this makes me want to go back to being your meat shield haha))
Your always welcome in my ranks as far as I am concerned. Tyrion, Sledder, and I will be ruling the undead with an Iron fist now that all three of us are in power, the world of Aegis will fall beneath our feet.
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((New Dreadlord? What rank is Ralm now?))
((not sure he said he wouldnt be on too much anymore so he passed the torch. Tyrion, and Vex decided I was worthy of said position. Presumable cause I'm a badass))
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The cause for our death last times, was because we went in, "guns blazing" we had no strategy plan, and we had no front linemen, besides Eldar and Kalen, and of course, a bunch of people came, because (of course again) everyone hates the Undead, but, I'm starting to agree more, but, I atleast want to have one more take over snowy fields, so, I think I will do this...
Once Winterfell and Alstion are taken over, it's a possibility that we could do one last war at Snowy Fields
Once we get to that line Where Alkhazar is our next target I am fine with another recapture attempt of snowy fields. The Prophet and I however have decided every city we take over we will be erecting Undead spires in the center of the cities. regardless of recapture our spires will still stand.
Castellano remember I am now Dreadlord I am higher ranked than you, you would do best to listen to my words.
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As the new Dreadlord I will be addressing such security concerns. The spires integrity is my top priority right now. Then we will continue our conquest.
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We're allowed to pass through though said the Executioner
Does not mean we cannot kill you, as I stated this is now a territory owned by the Undead. Should you be seen "Passing through" you are likely to be eaten by a Grue.
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Paintings Of Dunwood Village
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Completely forgot about that. Good times.