Ever

(( I'll be sure to be there with Annabelle~ ))

(( There isn't a problem with me wearin' my skin, is there? :P I kinda wanna wear it, seein' as it is kinda...uhm... unique and necessary for my RP. ))

Will I get ta crack 'sum skulls? I wanna be 'n tha squad that sees tha most combat.

* Minecraft Name: Ever * In-Game Name: Tha name's Ingot. * How Long Have You Played On This Server? Started late June, played for about a month and a half, stopped, came back 'round mid September. * How Often Are You Online? Usually on between 4-11 PM EST, anytime on the weekends. What Job(s) Have You Held Within Kal Urguan Before? I haven't dun much within tha city, I must be 'onest. I left when I wus young, on a search fer me granpapa, afta me dad died 'n service. Sword Skill? I consider mehself a master. (91 at the time of writing, soon to be 100.) Axe Skill? I habn't used anneh axes a'fore. I might look n'ta it, but wif Vanguard at me side, I have no need fer anneh o'ter weapon. RP Experience? I'm sure many can attest that I'm at least an average roleplayer :P * Timezone? EST * Do You Have Team Speak? Yep As a side note, I hab no need fer any weapons o' armor. I have my own specially crafted set, 'n no otha blade can compare ta Vanguard.

(( Mhm, I hope to be around Kal'Urguan more. Also gotta get my 2a villain app up soon :3 )) (( I couldn't bring myself to kill off Ever. :< ))

(( He's in self-exile atm. I'll bring him back every now and then. ))

You hear shouting coming from the grand Kal'Urguan staircase. Approaching the scene, you notice a Dwarf clad in iron holding up another Dwarf who is bleeding profusely from a hole in his neck. Behind the iron-clad cowers a robed Human, her arms wrapped around the iron-clad. Her voice booms and echoes throughout the halls. "I am Ingot, daughter of Gorthk, granddaughter of Ever!" She raises the body into the air. "This 'un decided ta 'urt me friend. Let it be a warnin' ta ya. Should anneh'une of ya dare 'urt my Annabelle, tha same fate'll befall ya. Let my presence be known 'n these 'alls. I 'm a sword maiden. 'n my right hand I 'old Vanguard, protector of Annabelle, forged from tha purest o' gold by Lord Abrek. 'n my left, I 'old the fury of Urguan. I fight as 'is daughter ta crush our enemehs." She roars at the top of her lungs before sheathing the golden blade. Ingot turns, dragging the body of Olaf in her left land and holding Annabelle's hand with her right. You follow her up the stairs and watch as she gruesomely pins the body to a tree, right outside of the staircase. Ingot shouts one last time before leaving. "Let this be a testament ta all."

I request tha work o' tha greatest Dwarf blacksmith. I require a blade, created with tha purest gold, forged 'n tha hottest o' fires. My name is Ingot. I shall use this blade ta smite tha enemies o' our Father, Urguan, 'n ta protect tha ones I 'old dear ta my 'eart. Ya can find me in the Verge, send a bird ta me. I 'ave the gold, but it needs ta be smelted down first. You'll be payed accordin' to how well ya work, 'n accordin' ta tha quality o' the blade. (Going to bed, I'll be on later. Send me a /tell when you want to RP this~ I want to see some cool blacksmithing ^^.)

I was wondering if there was a certain word for guard of/protector of? I want to get a special blade forged for my new character and I wanted a nice name for it. So...yea. Is there a certain word? If not, ya think we could brainstorm somethin' up?